I really didn't leave Miami but I called Brian to let him know I wouldn't be back for a few more days. He was pissed but I had work to handle. I called downstairs to see if I could change rooms I didn't know if anyone knew we were staying there but I didn't want to chance it. I gathered all our stuff and went to get the keys and rode up to the 10th floor.
After I settled in I got a text from a number I didn't recognize it was a picture message. When I opened the message I instantly got sick and started crying! It was Sin, covered in blood with a blindfold on. The next text came through if you want to see your friend again alive you'll do as I say. Not knowing what was to come next I wanted to call 911 but that would only put me in a bad place and I wasn't trying to die I'm only 20 years old! I freak out and call Z and tell him what's up. I know Z and knew he wanted no parts but for me he'd do whatever. Another text came through with an address with the instructions to come alone and do not call the police. I didn't know these niggas, or what they were capable of. I had to find a way to get some protection. I made a call to my cousin who's baby daddy was from Opa Locka and asked her to get me in contact with the right people to get a gun. She did it with no hesitation and within a hour he was on the beach. I met him on Washington Ave, he handed me a semi automatic 9mm. I had only shot a gun a few times with Brian but I was no expert. At that point I didn't give a fuck either.
I grabbed a cab and headed to the address I was given. We pulled up to a lot surrounded by buildings and abandoned houses. A black truck pulled up and the door opened, Big sat his big black ass in the back telling me to get in. "So you thought you was just gon leave the city with my shit?" Before I left his house that morning I hit his ass for almost 10K. Never thought he'd miss it he had money thrown around. I sat silent and kept looking straight to see where we were going. He grabbed my neck and said "Bitch imma kill you and that hoe bout my money!" I clinched my purse tight wanting to pull the gun and shoot his ass but he had a guy sitting behind me and I knew he was clutching.
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Life With Sin
Non-FictionA young girl taken under the wing of a older entrepreneur learns the ways of the world through street hustle and trying to make a come up. While she knows the consequences of her decisions Kalena aka Kay quickly learns the life she choose could leav...
