I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

Entanglements O4

FINALE

1 week later...

August walked into the restaurant he asked Mikai to meet him in. He sat on an empty table and ordered a drink. Soon after, Mikai walked in, making August tense up. It was taking everything in him not to get physical.

"You wanted to see me?" Mikai bluntly said as he sat down, cutting to the chase.

"I ain't even gon' cause no drama, but is this what it's come to? My homeboy fucking my girl ?" August said as he sipped on his beverage.

Mikai shook his head, looking uninterested as ever. "Is that what you heard?"

"It's what I know."

"Y/N and I ain't do shit. I don't know what you want me to say."

"She had your hoodie on, Mikai. The one with the cigarette burns?" August's jaw clenched as Mikai's tinted eyes revealed his guilt. He kept quiet for a while.

"Oh, so na you can't talk? The fuck was you thinking, sleeping with my woman, Cortez?!" August said, clenching his jaw. His voice gradually went off, earning him a few stares.

"I ain't sleep with Y/N, and you a fine one to talk..."

"This ain't about me, Cortez."

"Oh word? Because last time I checked, you cheated countlessly on Y/N and you know who she came running to? Me. All I ever did was cover your shit up for you man," he scoffed. "Don't you see how selfish you are?"

"So that gave you the right to sleep with her?"

"Even if I did, it wouldn't account for half your infidelity, witcho bitch ass."

"Keep that same energy—"

"Yeah, aight." With that said, Mikai stood up and walked off.

It didn't take much for August to realize his wrongs because he knew he'd been acting trashy for the past few months.

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Y/N was in the hotel's parking lot, unpacking the rest of her stuff. This was just until she got a more permanent place to stay.

Her mind was in great turmoil as it replayed all the incidents that had occurred between her and August.

"Don't move," she was forced to pause in her tracks after feeling a hard, cold object to her lower back. It was a big, bulky man with a gun. "'Make a scene, and I'll shoot."

Y/N panted hard, all while trying to maintain her composure. "Come."

The man guided as she uneasily stumbled to the runaway car. He closed Y/N's trunk before shoving her into the backseat of his car, where another guy was.

"Please don't kill me—" She spoke before breaking down.

The man in the backseat started tying her hands and legs, even taping her mouth. They were all unidentifiable, but she would never forget the bulky one's physique.