~Storm pov~
I was walking home from school everyone was too busy today Kane was away for a football game, Breah had to do some runs for her mom, Bianca was at work and Comet and then niggas was somewhere I have no idea.
A truck rode by with loud music really loud music rapping that hood trap music I never got in to.
The truck stopped and the guy looked at me. "Hey little mama" he said to me
I kept on walking like I ain't hear him.
"Yo I'm talking to you" he said
"Screw off" I said
"Yo bitch watch your mouth!" He said
I stopped and looked at him "listen here motherfuck-" I was stopped and a bag flew over my head and I started to scream for my life. Then I was thrown somewhere.
"I'm being kidnapped!" I yelled
I then felt something hit my head in pain I groaned in the pain then hit again then all I saw was blackness.
~Sincere pov~
I looked at Pigeon as he was talking about us blowing up ice shit and everything he owned with his crazy ass.
Then Breah walked through the door. She looked worried. Scared
"Someone threw this through my window" she said
We all got up and looked "we got your girl"
It was a message attached to a rock
"Oh my god" comet said
"Where the hell is storm call her!" Comet yelled
That's exactly what Breah did and she went to calling Storm. After a few rings it was nothing but her voicemail.
I looked around I was now worried but I wasn't going to show this, if these niggas start going crazy I would have to be the logical one.
"Everyone relax" I said
"Can't be relaxed ice got my sister nigga!" Comet yelled
"Yeah he got the girl I love" I said back
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Hot Head
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