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Maurice St.Patrick
The same day.

Red and I were looking at Motel manager while he told us for the fourth time that he can not give us the key to her room. At this point I'm getting irritated.

"Please. Just give us the key!" Red said

"I'm sorry but I can't give it to you unless you are family! I've told you this plenty of times!" He says

"That's why your wife is cheating on you" red mumbled and I tried so hard not to laugh but I straightened myself up.

Nobody was in the area. It was this old abandoned motel and it looks like a dump! It is literally called the "dert motel" I'm not sure it that's French but I'm pretty sure it says 'dirt'.

I shook my head and grabbed the man by his white collared shirt and yanked him towards me.

"Patrick" red said

"Shut up!" I say to red and looked back the manager "you gonna give us that key! Or imma blow this whole bitch up you heard me"

Now he was scared for his life. He should be, I let him go and he walked over to where he keeps all the key and he handed it to me. The key said room 1B.
I nodded at him.

We walked up the motel stairs and there was a long ass hallway with each room.

"You still got it" red says

"Just cause I'm not in cartel dealing don't mean I lost my touch" I said and looked at him "what happened to you? Ever since we left Mexico you been a pussy"

"I'm not a pussy" he scoffed "We left Mexico and we don't have niggas and n our asses like we use to so there's nothing really to be acting out about"

"True" I say and looked at each door and failing to find 1B. Walking past two more doors we finally found Amara's room.

I pushed the key threw the knob and opened it. I horrible Ofer filled my nostrils. I covered my nose and so did red.

"Shit! What died?!" Red says in a disgusted voice.

"That's cocain" I say. I know that smell from anywhere.

Walking further into the room there was clothes everywhere there was a crack pipe sitting on the table with bags and bags of weed and coke. My stomach dropped when I saw Amara laying there.

I ran to her and kneeled down. "She Overdosed"

"What?" Red asked

Sticking my fingers down her throat. I need her to throw these pills up. I placed her into recovery position. I patted her back but she wasn't moving at all. Nothing is working. I laid her on her back At this point it was too late.

"Fuck!" I hissed

I looked at red as he was examine the coke bags and weed.

"She must have taken all of these" red says "What was going on with her"

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