𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

24

Jon carelessly sped down the road, cutting off any car that he thought was slow and preventing him from getting away from the Impala that was gaining up on him. With each violent turn that he did, Moni slid across the floor and roughly hit the sides of the van.

"Nigga, can you fuckin' not turn so damn hard?" She yelled with a grimacing look on her face. "Like what the fuck?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jon spat, quickly glancing in the rear view mirror then at her. "I can't let these niggas get to me, I gotta throw them off."

Moni exhaled then took in another deep breath. She looked down at the rope that was around her arms and waist and bounded to the chair.

She knew that it wasn't over for her and wasn't going to let this wannabe thug nigga have any form of satisfaction and his way in this situation.

Maybe, I can wiggle out of this shit, she thought to herself as she began to shake her body, attempting to shimmy out of the rope. Her belly made it slightly difficult to get out of it, but that wasn't going to stop her. She grunted loudly with every moment, causing Jon to turn around.

"What the fuck are you doing girl?" He questioned as he turned around, sizing her up and down. He was oblivious to the headlights that were coming straight on in his direction.

"Nigga look out!" Moni yelled, causing him to turn back around and swerve out of the path of the truck.

"Fuck," he snapped as he wiped the sweat from his temples. "Yo' ass keep distracting me."

"That's a good fuckin' thing," she retorted, almost free from the rope.

Jon pulled his handgun out of his waistband and without turning around, pointed it in Moni's direction causing her to stop in her tracks. Her body froze and her eyes began to widen in horror.

"Maybe if I take you out now," he began to say, quickly glancing back at her then the road as he drove. "Maybe that fuck nigga won't have nothing to chase me for."

She swallowed hard and replied to him through gritted teeth. "He'd still kill you dumbass. You killing me would be icing on the cake for him to take you out."

Jon thought about it for a quick second. "Oh yeah, yo' ass probably right." He lowered his gun.

Moni let out a deep breath and sighed in relief.

He then cocked it and held it back up in her direction. "Well, it's a chance I'm willing to take cause I'm a crazy ass nigga."

Fuck, Moni thought to herself, looking up at the roof of the van. This nigga is seriously insane. I hope Shawn comes and does damage.

Jon continued driving as the Impala Shawn was in, was getting closer to him.

"We is close to this nigga," Rick loudly announced as he continued to press down hard on the gas pedal. He turned around and looked at Shawn, who wasn't looking too good. "You straight b?"

Jah looked back at Shawn, concern masking his face. "You ight bruh?"

Shawn shakily nodded his head and groaned. "Yeah, nigga ya' boy is fine." He then lifted up his hand weakly, pointing in the van's direction and coughed. "Make sure that fuck nigga don't get away."

Rick and Jah turned back around and nodded their heads simultaneously. Jah pulled out his .45 from his waistband and stuck his whole torso out of the window, pointing it at the back of the van.

"Be careful nigga," he asserted as Rick was slightly swerving down the road, causing him to slightly wobble. "I'm trynna see if I can pop this man from the back."