This story revolves around Karla Estrabao, a humble and talented 15-year-old girl, lover of urban music, who dreams of becoming the best singer in the artistic medium. However, her wishes are truncated when she is involved in a deception perpetrated...
Third person POV- city Zayn was just done with his concert when he was being driven to a sketchy part of town. Zayn's POV- city As I was exiting the suv that drove me down to this part of town. As I was getting of one of the guards said "Hey Zayn." I replied " Hey what's up my man, everything good?" He replied back " Everthing good my man." As I walked in the mechanic shop he said " With confidence my man come on." I just kept walking and said "ahh, alright ." I came to a stop when he said to go in a a door that was made out of a cloth I stared at the rat hole of a place and and the guard said to "Go in the room." As I glanced before I went into the room i saw them quickly pulling down all the aluminum doors that sealed the shop from the outside world. As I got in the room I began to notice car plates on the walls which looked a lot like a typical poor person mechanic shop it was dreadful being here. As I got in I saw my uncle sitting on a chair. I told him "You sure made me run one of a hella to find you." Replied back "I am always one step ahead of everyone and I'm the daddy of the business. By the way how was your concert?" I told him " it was great the arena was full. Hey uncle what deal do you really need me for?" As he was about to respond someone came in and he ignored my question. He began taking out pistols from his back and hide them in a box. He began to speak and say " a little bird told me that little hoe friend of yours, we send on a plane with drugs, what's her name again?" I replied back anxiously "Karla. What happened?" "we'll that thing, decided to do deals with the D.E.A, (Drug Enforcement Administration like FBI but different goal)to fuck up our lives." "Come again, come again. Is she out of jail?" He gave me a smile and said "Don't fill your mouth with shit. It's being taken care of as it was supposed to years ago." 3rd P.O.V- hospital w/Karla Karla laid in bed many hours asleep after what had happened to her. She began waking up late at night as she fuzzed around the bed. Karla's P.O.V I felt this pain and beeping sounds as I woke up from my slumber I couldn't remember what had happened to me. As a matter of fact I didn't have a clue where I was right now. It was dark and it seemed to be a hospital bed from what I could tell. I began to say out loud "Where am I?" I heard a mans voice speak up and say "take it easy." I began to rub my throat because it felt dry. He began to talk again and said "You were poised, but apparently you still don't want to leave this world. But sadly your friend Dinah didn't make it, she didn't have the same luck as you." I began to cry and held my hands up to my head not believing this I sobbed uncontrollably. I said " Who, why?" He said "It was one of the cellmates, she was paid my Manny(Zayn's uncle). She confessed everything. The cartel leader got word that you were getting out of prison with a pardon and he sent people to kill you." I said " but he couldn't get rid or me." He replied " but for it to be more easier to catch him we need him to believe you are dead. We can use this towards our advantage and say Karla Estrabao is officially dead, because she was assassinated." I replied back to him the DEA agent " so the plan is still set the same?" He said "Yes the plan is you get out free and work for the DEA undercover. And help us capture Manny, when you finish the job the DEA will clean your record and you will be completely free."
- How's the story so far? Btw R.I.P Dinah
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