"That's 200k gone Hanna, what the fuck you mean it was in the draw? It's not here now bitch" Amir yelled. Hanna had been the last one to touch the work when Amir made her move it before his trip to Miami. "
I swear baby I put it exactly where you told me to" Hanna cried. He continually searched his condo and came up with nothing. He couldn't trust no one at this point not even Hanna ass. Amir was livid, he took three shots of Hennessy and told Hanna that she had 48 hours to come up with either a name, a body, or his work. Amir grabbed his car keys and headed to the hot streets of Atlanta. He knew that people had been talking overnight and that somebody had to know something and he would get it out of them at All Cost!
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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) 💑💰🎭
