Mahogany is a young innocent 17 year old girl who is in her final year of school. She's got her best friends around her so nothing could possibly go wrong.
She meets 20 year old Kain Matthews, who's well-known by all the ladies. Young and old. He's...
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I've been up and about everyday since Mahogany was taken away from me. Man, I miss her so much. Her mom is worried and is depending on me to find her which I will. I've been trying to trace the gang that was working for Pierre García or his sons or whoever.
I was currently at home, in my living room. Finishing my tenth can of beer. I've been trying to call up many of my dads old friends to ask if they know anything. But it's the same story. A new piece of information that I've got is that they actually did move down to Atlanta but the only thing that's making it hard to is that they changed their name. I don't know who has beef with me except for the unknown number that's always sending me nudes. But, that's a woman, I know for sure. That's another mystery that I've gotta find out.
"Yo, open up, Kain." Kabre, my older brother yelled.
I sighed and got up from my couch, walking over to the front door, "What?" I asked.
"Ew, yo' ass stinks." Kennedy covered her nose.
"We heard about what had happened, bro. I'm sorry." Kabre gave me a hug.
"Mhm..." I slowly nodded my head.
"But Ken is right, you need to take a shower.".
"When was the last time you left the house?" Kennedy sat down on the couch.
"I don't know. It's been 3 days." I shrugged not caring.
"This is disgusting, Kain. You seriously got these cans everywhere." Kennedy rolled her eyes.
"If you don't like it, then get out, bruh..." I gave her a look which shut her right up.
"Don't be talking to her like that...It isn't her fault, alright?" Kabre sucked his teeth, "Now, I most likely think that the person who's done this is the person that shot up your club a thousand times." He said.
"Don't you think I know that?" I gave him a look.
"So, do something about it. What about that lil' nigga that got beaten by Rashad and his boys?".
"Who? Lionel? He's dead, I shot him." I said without a care in the world.
"Lionel? You shot him? Damn, he sounds like he was cute as hell." Kennedy muttered.
"You know where he used to hang?".
I shrugged and sighed, "This won't help me." I shook my head.
"Where, nigga?" Kabre sucked his teeth.
"He told me he used to chill near Ja—Oh shit!" I widened my eyes and quickly ran up the stairs.
