Chapter 3

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Jewel

OB and I had entered the hospital looking like straight detectives. We went to the nurses station flashed the paperwork and I gave the script to them like I rehearsed with Shakeya and they fell for it.

I went in Matthew's room and he was laying there looking stupid.

One thing that I could say for Desire is that she has great taste in men, cause this nigga was fine too.

"Who are you?" he asked me.

"I am the detective that will be transporting you to protective custody. Your sister Jasmine was found with two gun shot wounds to the head. We fear you are next. The doctor has already released you to our custody."

He looked at me long and hard like he was trying to find a loop hole in my story.

I guess he didn't cause once the nurse came with the wheelchair and paperwork we were on our way.

We made it outside and to the suburban where OB helped me get him in the back.

He was looking at the two detectives in the front seat than boom he saw the driver was Shakeya.

"Fuck is this shit." he said.

"Nigga this is your end." I said sticking him in the neck with the needle.

He knocked right out. "They fell for it all girl." I said as we pulled off.

Meanwhile....

I finally pulled up to the hospital. I went up to the three floor. It was this feeling that I couldn't explain.

When I walked in Matthew's room he was gone.

"What the Fuck!"

I ran to the nurse's station. "Where the fuck is my cousin?" I asked attitude on a thousand.

The nurse told me that some detectives took him into protective custody.

What the fuck is going on? I called Matthew's phone and a woman answered.

"Bitch where is my cousin?"

She laughed. "Make funeral arrangements." she said and hung up.

This shit can't be happening.

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