Not My "Bestfriend" 2.0 | NBA Youngboy * COMPLETED *

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... flashback ...

"Say, boa." I fell close to his face . "Ima give yo ass one last time to admit it was you."

"Nigga what da fuck is you talm bout?"

"Stop lying, nigga . You said you gone make sure he dead for good." I looked around, laughing a little .

"And ion appreciate the way you was doing Jalicia." I kept tapping the trigger . "She should've known I was up to it anyways, it was too obvious." He shrugged .

"True." Ben shrugged . Yea, he wasn't lying on that one .

"Well, bitch you ain't gone have no opportunity to hurt James again or Leesh." Babyjoe said and with that I shot his leg .

"ADMIT IT NIGGA!" I yelled .

Lerone walked up closer to me, when Drizzy pulled him by his shirt and slammed him to the nearest wall .

These niggas really wasn't on shit .

Leonardo whined and held his leg . "Say, ten." I looked at Ben .

"Waddup?"

"You already know what ta do." I watched as Ben pulled Jerome to the other side of the hallway, leading to the nearest exit . Blood was paved all over the floor . "And Joe, get that nigga Keith, mane." I instructed . "Tie his ass up, and put him in da trunk."

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Ben followed Kentrell's orders as he pulled Leonardo in an aggressive manner down the hall to the nearest exit. A few nurses watched in horror as the blood from Leonardo's leg left stains all over the floor. "Mane, come on!" Ben pulled Leonardo by his shirt and he grunted in pain. The nearest exit led to the large balcony of the hospital. Nurses and patients came here to see the marvelous view of Baton Rouge.

Or ... something else.

"Why you tryna kill me for?" Leonardo smiled wearily as he tried to look at Ben in a straight manner. Blood was oozing out of his mouth from when Babyjoe had hit him with a gun. "It's an order." Ben smirked looking around for a safe way to drop this man off. He looked above seeing a higher balcony and pushed Leonardo in front of him with the gun placed to his back.

"Mane, keep walkin'. I wan hesitate ta shoot!" Ben shouted at Leonardo as he pushed him up the stairs. Leonardo knew he had no choice but to listen, because that was the only solution right now. He had no gun, no knife, no weapons. And he was already very much weak from getting shot in the leg that he could barely walk.

"I....can't walk." He went from limping to falling on the cold concrete floor to crawling. "Yeah, that's more like it." Ben smirked as he loved the idea of seeing somebody hurt his love ones suffer.

Leonardo stood hands up looking at the view. Cars passed, people walked, buildings on top of buildings. He was all gonna die here.

Just give me a chance ... I know I did some fucked up shit.

He kept his eyes squeezed shut. Which was only a dumb idea because Ben pushed him off the roof. By his chance he held onto the thin rope with his two hands, almost half of his fingers numb.

"Please..please." Leonardo mumbled, pleading for his life. "Please? You thought NBA wasn't gon get you nigga?" Ben held the gun straight pointed to Leonardo's face. "Mane, I just had to do it. How would you feel if—" Ben stepped onto his right hand and Leonardo hissed and grunted in agony.

"Fuck, mane!"

"See, Ion even got time for this." Ben shook his head slightly pulling the trigger when he received a call from Babyjoe. "What Joe?" He answered irritatingly. "Say, you done? Come on we gotta get Keith and finish putting em in the trunk!" He yelled and Ben sighed. "Alright." He hung up the phone.