His Kidnapper- NBA Youngboy- Completed

- 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸 -

- July 5, 2020 -
- Same Night -

- The Middle Of Nowhere -
- Amoura Second House -

Amoura busted out laughing with her finger still on the trigger. "YOU LOOK LIKE THE BITCH IN THIS SITUATION"

Kentrell chuckled. "I knew you wasn't bout it."

She was shocked in his words.

He actually doubted her.

Nodding her head, she got up. "I'm not bout what?"

"You not bout that killing life, you crazy as fuck but you wasn't gone shoot shi-"

Before he could even finish, she had shot him.

The gun sounded off.

Again.

And again.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He groaned out, feeling the bullets hit him.

She had shot him in his arm, his stomach, and last but not least his side.

Well really, it was inches away from his dick.

Kentrell wasn't scared to die, not at all.

But this shit scared him, just a little.

"YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING SHOT ME!?" He yelled.

Not really believing that she actually shot him.

"YEAH BITCH, WHO NOT BOUT IT NOW? WHO THE FUCK YOU THOUGHT I WAS? YAYA? MY ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN MY WORDS" She yelled, knowing exactly who Yaya was.

She hated her.

The simple fact, she actually seemed like she was obsessed with Kentrell more than Amoura.

But nobody could top Amoura right now.

Just as she was watching Kentrell, she was watching Yaya also.

And the girl being found in a dead hotel room a couple of days ago, didn't surprise her.

She was always slick with everything crazy that she did.

Nobody really knew the true Amoura.

Well nobody but Kentrell.

She threw her head back, laughing, completely dying of laughter as she walked over to the living room.

Kentrell didn't bother saying anything, he was just worried about his wounds.

"You know, I actually thought you were smarter than to doubt me." She chuckled looking around for an first aid kit. "Really should let you bleed out."

She knew she wasn't going to let that happen, she didn't want him completely dead.

Even though that's what she had been thinking about.