Ride or Die - An MB FanFic [Sequel to (N)JAD] [Discontinued]

Psychotic

I almost didn't write for this book, lol. I feel like people stopped reading. But I'm still updating.

So anyways...

ENJOY! :)

P.S. - No, I didn't proofread this. I haven't proofread anything in a while because I've been writing a story for my Creative Writing class. Bear with me lol

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THE NEXT DAY

::Roc's POV::  

{Prod's House}  

(1:43 P.M.)

"Hey man," I said, dapping Prod up as I walked through the door.

"Hey...you still want that envelope?"

"Yeah, where is it?"

"Follow me."

He took the earbuds out of his ear and walked down the hall into the kitchen and grabbed an envelope off the table and handed it to me.

"Thanks," I said, tearing it open. The sender name wasn't even on it.

A cluster of small pictures spilled onto the floor and I picked them up, staring at them in confusion.

It was like a puzzle; there were at least 30 of these little pictures and each one of them had a little piece of some person.

"What is that?"

"I don't even know." I said, spreading them out on the table. "Wanna find out?"

He shrugged and sat down across from me and we began outlining the puzzle. About 10 minutes later, we were sitting in front of a picture of Alex at some restaurant.

"This can't be it..." I mumbled, even more confused than when we started. On instinct, I picked up the envelope and shook it until a small note fell onto the white linoleum. I picked it up, and read the five little words.

"Call Ray. He knows." - Hayden

The fuck?!

I groaned, putting my head in my hands as I thought out loud. I don't even have his number!

"What's going on, Chres?"

"It's a lot to explain." I said, taking out my phone and sending a text to Dee.

[SpiffyTho]: Dee!

[SwagLikeDomo]: Yo...?

[SpiffyTho]: What's Ray's #? It's an emergency

[SwagLikeDomo]: Oh lawd, don't kill my bf Roc >:(

[SpiffyTho]: 1. Bf?!

2. Just give me the damn #!

[SwagLikeDomo]: -___- 3237869201

[SpiffyTho]: We're gonna talk about this later.

I tapped on the number and waited while the phone rang. He picked up pretty quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ray."

"Who is this?"

"Chresanto." I said, shifting the phone in my hand. Prod looked at me.

"Look man, I'm sorry for coming over there but-"

"Ray, chill. It's fine."

"...what?"