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Chapter 23

Terrance POV

Please promise me that you'll stay in here, no matter what...Promise me!

"What if I don't want to stay in here?" I pouted to myself. I knew that Connor couldn't hear me, but being able to complete my thoughts out loud felt better than holding it back so I finished my sentence anyways. Of course, I waited until he left though.

"What did I say?" I said, mocking Connor's voice.

"I don't care what you said." I acted through different scenarios of what could've happened and what I would've said had I been bold enough, mostly out of boredom.

I didn't really question Connor, especially when what he said sounded serious.

I sat on the floor of the room as I scanned my surroundings. There were all types of guns on each wall except where the door was, guns I'd never even see before.

I got up from where I was sitting and began to walk around the room, gliding my hands across the different guns.

What would he even need all of these guns for?

I continued circling the room before bumping into something. There was a desk against one of the walls, adjacent to the door, that I hadn't noticed before.

On the desk, lie a piece of paper with measurements and addresses and a sticky note nearby that read "STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" but it wasn't in Connor's handwriting.

I heard faint mumbles coming from outside of the door and being the nosy person that I am, I just had to see what it was about. I know that Connor told me to stay in the room, but that doesn't mean I can't open the door right?

You know, you were better off just letting him lead the coke market. Ugh, this bitch.

And then it clicked. That's where Connor had been sneaking off to. This must be his warehouse and he's some type of big drug lord or king pen or whatever you want to call him and that's what he was keeping me safe from. At that moment, I kind of wish I just kept my mouth shut and trusted him.

I continued listening, soaking up as much as I could. From what I gathered, Will had been set up and Connor knew the people who did it.

As audible as the conversation was, I wanted a view as well. Before even attempting to exit the room, I quickly grabbed the smallest gun from the wall. I didn't know how to use a gun, but I figured it was better to be safe than sorry and it wouldn't hurt to just have it.

I got to the floor and slowly opened the door so that it did not make much noise. I crawled out of the room, moving slowly and close to the ground to avoid being seen.

I noticed that the talking had seized, but once they were in sight, I realized why. I don't know how it had escalated so quickly, but Connor was delivering continuous punches to the guy from the van.

I quietly cheered him my man who may no longer be my man on. I smiled at his apparent victory, although mentally I was frowning at the thought of having lost him.

I briefly trailed off in my thoughts, thinking of how stupid I was to have continued to entertain Will while dealing with him and him risking his life to save us both just proved that. I still wanted to know how they knew each other.

By the time I had snapped back into reality, the roles had switched. Connor was being held in a chokehold and I could tell that he couldn't breathe. It looked as if something was being whispered into his ear and eventually, he seemed to have stopped struggling.

I wanted with everything in me to help, but on top of not knowing how to use a gun, I was outnumbered and with Will being unconscious, I was pretty much alone.