24 Hours To Live • Eazy-E

The Final Twenty-Four | 25

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Sometimes I want to double update but those never work out so I'll just stick with updating one chapter at a time.

This book has damn near 5,000 comments and this is the only book I've written with 5k comments so thank you and I really enjoy writing this story.

And I do have the most active readers when it comes to Eazy-E and NWA fanfics and because of y'all, I won seven of the Eazy fanfic awards.

I'm going to post the "BANG BANG" chapter after the twist is revealed, which is coming in the next chapter or two soooo I hope y'all are excited because the truth will be revealed 👻

I know you're probably a tad bit confused but trust me, everything will come together and make sense I promise.

Oh and please read "BANG BANG" because it will be similar to "My Neck My Back" in my book Exposed. I know that some of yall never read PSAs, Author's Notes, or things like that but read "BANG BANG" please.

Last but not least, I'm still brainstorming ideas for "American Gangster" and "Take Care" is still a secret, sorry.

But 22 year old Eric Wright will be a former army soldier, yes Eazy will be in the army in this story, and he'll be working his way into a mafia family. That's part of the plot, I'm still brainstorming the rest and the blurb is coming soon.

That's all folks! Here's the chapter.

                                      |Recap|

"I'm sorry about earlier."

She passed me the blunt. "Don't sweat it. It's all good. But I want to get even."

I took a hit. "What? We even. I fucked you, you fucked me.. we even!"

She rolled her eyes and turned on the t.v.

I passed her the blunt and she took a hit before putting it out in the ashtray. Then turned the volume up.

I rolled my eyes. "Can we watch something other than the news please?" I kissed her cheek.

"Eric..." she trailed off.

"What?" I asked "what is it?"

She shushed me and kept her eyes on the news.

"Los Angeles street gangs are becoming more dangerous and LAPD needs your help. Are you against gang violence? Do you want to stop gang violence?"

"Oh my God," she whispered while turning up the volume.

"A man has apparently been shot seven times yesterday in San Francisco. Witnesses say three men are responsible and has fled the scene. Where are they now? Who knows, they are on the run. If you know anything please call 1-800-SNITCH. I'm Ginger Chan and this is KTLA News."

"You ready to smoke another blunt?" I questioned.

"No. I just... I'm starting to have flashbacks. Flashbacks of that night," she muttered.

"What night? What are you talking about?"

"The night when I passed out in an alley. You know, the night we had our first kiss.. in the rain."