" He's coming upstairs right now get out of there" - Quan. My heart raced as I read the text. I grabbed the work out the draw, stuffed it in the bag and rolled under the bed. My chest was pressing against the cold wooden floor while I tried to catch my breath. The foot steps began to grow closer and closer. The door slammed open "Quit fucking around and tell me where you left them bricks". He must've been on the phone with that bitch. I could tell by his tone of voice.
See Amir wasn't the smartest Plug ever . He had posted his location in Miami last night which gave me & Quan just enough time to get busy. Quan kept a geek friend who played when them computers and locks which got us in Amir's house in all of 7 mins. "Fuck" I whispered under my breath. My phone was vibrating. I knew it was Quan calling so we can pull off. Amir was still on the phone All I had to do now was wait for him to go into the bathroom so I can slip my ass out this room without being noticed.
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Dead Heat
General FictionIn the hot streets of Atlanta, Mya's lust and loyalty for Quan might just cost her, her life. (DRAFT) 💑💰🎭
