Clemency. ✓

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Shawn Carter,

I continued to drive. After speeding, I saw where she was turning in the distance. The car followed right behind her. I didn't say anything cause I didn't want to scare since she could see it.

"Fuck, fuck fuck, FUCK, FUCK. NO!" She begins to scream.

"What?"

"IT'S A FUCKING DEAD END BABE." She screamed. "SHIT!"

"Good." I mumbled reaching for the glove compartment to grab my gun. She began to break down crying. "Uh uh, listen. I'm right behind you and them. Pull over."

"No."

"Bey, you ain't gotta choice. Pull over. I'm getting out the car."

I watched as she did as I said.

The car pulled over behind her, then the driver got out. It was dark, but I knew Game's physique anywhere.

"Bey, it's Game, aight. Roll the window down and talk to him. I'm right here, I have my gun, okay? Nothing is gonna happen to you." I told her.

"Okay." She said.

I watched him look at her through the window.

"Wassup, beautiful?" I heard him say. "You looking sexy tonight."

"Why are you following me?" She asked.

"What? I can't follow you to tell you how beautiful you look? I figured I'd tell you in person since you been ignoring my text messages and phone calls. How you been?"

"Look, what do you want?"

"You know what I want." He chuckled.

"Listen, I have nothing to do with my brother and whatever y'all have going. They're getting the money for you. Just please don't harass me when it has nothing to do with me." She said.

He chuckled, "I'm not worried about your brother, baby girl. I don't even want the money anymore. They can keep it."

This nigga was tipsy. It was all over his tone of voice.

"So why are you harassing me?" She asked.

"Cause I want you, baby girl. I made that clear. You fucking round with Shawn's broke ass when you can have a millionaire nigga like me to give you any and everything you want."

"I own a million dollar business. I don't need you to give me anything. I'm good. Just tell me what you want? Do you want the money or not?"

"How bout I make a deal witchu?" He asked. "You give me what I want and I'll let your brother off the hook, no questions asked. We'll stop harassing you and everything goes back to normal."

"What do you want?"

"I told you I want you. Meet me at my crib tomorrow at 7. I'll show you what this dick can do."

I laughed loud, approaching him. I ended the call, stuffing my phone in my pocket. Game looked at me, then smirked.

"Wassup, man? I see you out here stalking my girl trying to get some pussy per fucking usual." I grinned.

"Ion know, looks like she was bout to give in for her little bro."

"Too bad she wasn't and ain't. That nigga gotta fend for himself." I told him.

"Alright, well I guess since that's off for tomorrow, your brother better be getting me money. I'm not give him a time or date to have it to me. But just know if I don't have it, I'm coming when he won't even see it coming. Might be weeks from now. Months. And you never know. Years."