B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 44- Fvcked Up🤦🏽‍♀️

Makyah

I'd been so afraid, imagining the worst outcome that when I saw him, I couldn't help myself.

Hopping off the last landing, I'd been ready to jump in his arms, relief so close but yet so far; at least until it dawned that I wasn't moving at all.

Puzzled, I glanced at my surroundings; the majority of the space to my left,was occupied by long metal cafeteria styled tables—three of them with naked females bagging what I assumed were drugs.

And to my right, looked like a trap house chill spot, one long couch against a wall, a throne like single couch faced the room as a watch-guard, and finally a small coffee table with trash bags full of cash.

There, in front of me, stood a hugely built man that almost reminded me of Rick Ross, Zai, and two men. Each of whom stood side by side to Zai, effectively holding him down or in place.

I, apparently, also had the luxury of having my own personal guards who firmly gripped me, each by my arms.

After a few silent moments, I'd come to the conclusion that, the Rick Ross look alike, was most likely Mike-Mike; if the bloody knuckles were anything to go by including the power that radiated from him.

He rubbed his knuckles, clicking his tongue as he glared at me from head to toe.

Head perched to the side, "Who you?"

Zaiver struggled, "She nobody, let her go Mike.—" A swift turn on his heal, Mike's knuckles collided with Zai's already swollen cheek.

My heart broke for him as a painful croak left my lips. A single tear rolled down my cheek.

At my reaction, Mike-Mike wore a sadistic grin. "Oh, you the bitch that fucked Leak up?—"

My eyebrows quirked at the name, didn't sound familiar at all, but nevertheless I knew the event he was referring to.

Flashes from that night invaded my train of thought.

He chuckled, "Shit, how a lil thing like you fucked Leak up so bad?" He cocked his fat head to the side.

I remained silent. His tongue clicked, "Suddenly, you ain't got shit to say? Hmph. I tell you what, since Leak outta commission, this nigga," he pointed to Zai, "gone be his replacement."

His back now faced me. "No."

He whipped back around, nostrils flaring. Stomping over to me angrily, he backhanded me.

I felt my lip bust further. Just great. Seeing blood drip from my lip seemed to help calm him down.

"Mike, she ain't got shit to do with this." Zaiver looked drained, I could only imagine what he'd been through for the past three days.

Every inch of visible skin looked bruised, he'd been covered in purple and black patches. My heart tugged.

"Ju-just let him go," I begged. I'd come here with not even a plan "A" So I was fucked. Anyone could see that from a mile away.

He cackled, rather revoltingly. "Let- haha." He looked at his goons, "She just tell me to let him go?" They each nodded a smirk plastered on their faces.

They all disgusted me. My stomach churned, though it could've been from hunger.

I was kinda hungry.

He gave a sharp nod my way and suddenly, an arm went around my neck choking me. As a reaction, my hands flew up grasping at arm, searching trying to rid myself of it.

Through my struggle, I realized Zai was going to through the same predicament and I panicked.

Growing up, pops had taken me to self defense classes. Granted I didn't even last two weeks there but I'd learned a couple tricks.

With all the strength I could muster, I reeled my elbow back. I'd been up a few feet in the air, so I nailed him in the rib. He let go, causing my to hit the ground.

"I got money!"

Mike had taken a seat at the throne, watching the scene with excitement, but flicked two fingers in the air; signing for goon number two to let me go.

I rubbed my neck. It'd already begun to get sore. I glanced over and I was sure I could see the life draining from his body.

"I'll bring you twenty-five cash, if you let us go."