𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 49: The beginning of the Ending

Chapter 49: The beginning of the Ending

Today is one of the biggest days of my life. And I want everything to go perfectly. So that's why I'm getting money from Adam's bank account. Like I said I'm a control freak when it comes to this and I panic. So I planned everything ahead the day Cam told me Williams' going to become Mayor of New York City. I got twenty grands in my tote, a gun well hidden in my waist and I'm freaking the fu.ck out. I pull up at the entrance of the building, where there's a bunch of black dudes. I'm not racist, I'm just at the wrong side of Oregon. As soon as I descend my car I hear whistles and wolf cries.

"Hey there sexy!"

"Hey there lil' mama are you going Christmas shopping here?" Someone screams and the others just laugh.

"It's April." I state in a 'duh' tone. his face falls and the others laugh at him.

"Yeah whatever bitc.h" dam.n. Can't I go for a whole day without getting called names? I wave my hand in an Alyson move, I dismiss them behind my back and cross the street where there is guys working out.

"Hi, Hello I'm Sabrina O'donnell," I smile and they all stand looking at me suspiciously.

"We don't have anything, get the hell out." someone says and they all glare at me.

I sigh "I know I know, I'm a white girl, you hate those, I get you man they're whiny and needy and just so obnoxious, but I'm here seeking your help." I say hopeful.

Why do I have the feeling I'm gonna die in a ditch today?

"Get out before you regret it, princess. Aiight? We don't wanna make business witch'you. Out." he orders getting close.

"Alright, you better stop before you regret it, alright Samuel Jackson? back off I didn't come here for you." Now I got everybody's attention, and usually I'm happy about it, not now. Not with the looks they're giving me.

"What did you say, bit.ch?" Alright that's it.

"Hey! I did not disrespect you, so do not, disrespect me. Okay?"

"What are you gonna do about it? huh" he shows me his gun in his waist. More like where his junk is. His pants are so low...

I show him mine too. My gun that is, a Pietro Berretta, I had it since I was eighteen. His face morphs into a stony expression and a drip of cold sweat travels my back. Sh.it just got real. "A lot."

"are you a nark? huh? are you with the police?" he questions

"I don't see no badge." someone else announce and I'm a little scared right now.

"Look, I just wanna do business with you guys, well more like two of you, actually." I tell them looking around.

"Hey! we don't sell anything. So get the hell out, before I shoot you in the skull." he orders.

"I'm not selling nor buying, look.." I wait for a name, but he just keep staring at me "I told you name, the polite thing to do is tell me yours," I hiss, now I'm pissed.

I wait for him while I glare my deadliest glare, "Ice-T"

"Alright... Ice-T," that's a weird a.ss name "I'm Sabrina O'donnell and I have with me ten grands cash, right now," I sense their hostile stares towards me poking my body, I gotta feeling they want my bag "and I'm looking for two guys, five grands each, to just play bodyguards."

"Bodyguards?"

"Well more like doormens slash bodyguards." I admit.

"What for?" he inquires;