Cardi
I looked at myself in a mirror. I was all dressed up and looking pretty, but at what cost?
The bedroom door opened French was the one to come inside. He showed me a huge grin as he came closer to me. As he tried to put his hands on me , I smacked him.
"Don't touch me." I said in with a serious look. He chuckled at me.
"I've always loved your feistiness." He said then he quickly grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against a wall. He slowly choked me.
"But remember not to fuck with me , you got that , bitch?" He said with his eyes starring at me
He finally let go and I went down on the floor. I coughed a little bit then looked up at him. He was holding a needle in his hands
"It's time for your daily snack , mamacita." He said with that evil grin again.
Nicki
I starred into the sky as I made the call. It rang for a few minutes before anybody could answer this. I just hope he answers
"Hello?" That was definitely him.... I put my phone on loudspeaker
"Montana, its Nicki....." I said nervously onto the phone
"Ah , the Trinidad bitch. What do you want from me?" He asked in such an impolite way. Made me more nervous
"It's about Cardi... she's missing and she left her phone back at her apartment."
"Maybe she decided to leave town"
"W-W-What? She wouldn't just leave without telling me..."
"Maybe she didn't want you to know...She's probably never coming back to New York ."
"Lies, all lies! you know something about Cardi's whereabouts. Tell me before I call the cops on you."
He chuckles. "Go ahead . I dare you, bitch. Your friend ran away cause she was feeling the heat & pressure , now you're gonna blame me? That's cute."
"You're lying ,Montana." I said in a cracking voice
"I suggest you stop your detective work right now and don't bother looking for your friend. She's gone."
He was quick to hang up on a girl , and that makes me positive that he's the one behind Cardi's disappearance. Why do I feel like I'm too late? What if that monster already murdered my best friend and threw her body into the ocean....
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Narrator
Montana drugged Cardi to sleep. He called in his Butler Tiny to help him carry her heavy body and put them into the trunk of his car.
"Think we should put her in cuffs and cover up her mouth." Tiny said as he starred at Cardi's unconscious body laying in the trunk of Montana's
car.
"Nah. She's suffered enough. Let's go to the airport and get this over with." Montana responded.
They closed the trunk and hopped in the front seat. Montana started the car and drove off to the airport.
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Flacko
I was sitting inside a Black Pontiac GTO on my own , listening to Old school music on the radio and rolling a nice thick blunt. The passenger Door opened & Detective Michael Jackson came in
"You know , you're too pretty to be a gangster." He said as he licked his lips at me.
"The fuck man , you homosexual or something?" I said with a disgusted look
"I thought you noticed." He raised his eyebrow and smirked at me. I just shook my head and pretended to not hear that
"I Came to tell you that we found intel on the Yinkov Russian Mafia. French will be meeting with the head of mafia , Vladimir Yinkov at the airport . Something about giving him a Prostitute in exchange for business partnership." Micheal explained
"Wait , What?! How you know all of this?" I asked concerned
"We had someone go undercover ." He answered and chuckled
"Guess your services will no longer be needed. You're a freeman."
"You promised me French on a silver platter!" I shouted
"I didn't promise you shit. You had no choice , remember?" He clapped back
"Have a nice life , Myers. Stay out of trouble , or else I'll squeal everything to NYPD."
He got out of the car and closed the door. I was left frustrated because I wanted to Kill Montana myself.... I slammed the steering wheel with anger then I remember something.
"French will be meeting with the head of mafia , Vladimir Yinkov at the airport"
"Guess I'm going to the airport." I said.
I started the car & got out of the side parking as I drove off to the airport. Maybe I'm not too late.
Detective Micheal smirked and watched Flacko's Vehicle drive.
"He took the bait." Said the detective with a wide grin on his face.
I Made a quick call while I was heading to the airport.
"Sup Flacko." Ferg said as he answered.
"Get the mob together & head to the airport. We capping French's ass today!"
"Wait , what? What's going on?!"
"Just do what I fucking said! Now move!" I immediately hung up and focused on the road. I was driving completely fucking fast. I really have to make it to that airport!
The End
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