Rodrick Moore and Jhene Chilombo are from 2 different cities in California. Rodrick residing in Compton and Jhene in Los Angeles. Fate pushes the two together one day after a party is thrown by a mutual friend. The party takes a turn for the wors...
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I closed and locked the room door behind me and took off my leather jacket and threw it on the small brown coffee table. I don't plan on sleeping in this dirty ass room. I will go sleep in the backseat of his car if I have to. So I decided to just sit up and do absolutely nothing.
I don't know what's in store for us tomorrow. Maybe we'll die maybe we wont. I can't see myself sleeping right now. Me laughing and playing is just a way for me to hide my true feelings. Honestly, Im scared as fuck. Usually, Cordell is with me through shit like this so he's almost like my peace of mind during those moments.
Speaking of the devil. I looked at my phone as it rung and Cordell's name and contact picture popped up. I huffed out loud already knowing that he was going to be on some bullshit. "Hello." I said dryly.
"Jhene I swear to God imma fuck you up. You out here fucking people who's supposed to be my bro. Then you turn around and run off with some random ass nigga to be captain save a hoe for Rihmeek." He said yelling at me. First of all, who told his ass all that shit.
"We not even together at the moment so what I do is not really any of your business." I said with an attitude. "And plus yes I am going to try to help my friend. Im guessing you know deep this shit is, so please don't call and criticize me like what the fuck."
The other end of the phone fell silent and he really screamed at me like he lost his shit. "SOO...YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO FUCKING LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING TO ME, DIDN'T ASK ME FOR HELP OR NOTHING. YOU REALLY THINK YOU A FUCKING THUG NOW HUH? YOU HIT A COUPLE LICKS WITH ME AND YOU JUST A HOOD ASS BITCH HUH? MY BAD YOU A REAL SHOOTER MY BAD G." I didn't say anything because I knew he wasn't done talking.
"What's the address im coming out there. Imma have Justin take you home and imma take this nigga with me to wherever. I got the 500 g's." I scoffed before speaking.
"Fuck no." I said walking over to the sink in the bathroom. I played with the faucet as he continued to try to push me to give him information. As far as the Christian thing. He's either on the run, Cordell beat his ass or just completely offed him. None of my business at this point. I got more important things to worry about.
One thing I've learned over the years of being with Cordell is to never make a deal with him or take anything of essential or great value from him. He once gave his friend 10k and Cordell point blank shot him in the face 2 days later for not paying him back. I know he wouldn't harm me but, he would go after Rihmeek and Rodrick.
And I can't have that on my conscience.
After a while I just got tired or hearing him talk. "Cordell we don't need your fucking money or anything you're offering. Fuck off and Im not coming to meet you anywhere." I quickly hung up the phone. He might just fucking track us down, I was on the phone way too long.
