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Manny and I were waiting outside of this guy's apartment named Dave East. He's not home yet, so we're waiting for him to pull up because I'm going to kill him. My stomach hurts and my hands are sweating because I'm actually about to do something that I've never done in my life before. I looked at Manny and he seemed to be cool about it. He doesn't really care about what is going to happen. The guy pulled up and stepped into his house about 15 minutes later. Manny loaded the pistol and handed it to me. Then he handed me a black ski mask.

"I want him dead, yeah?" With so much seriousness on his face, he stared at me.

I snatched the gun and put my ski mask on. "I'm really trying to figure out why I have to do all this shit when you can do it on your own."

I got out of the car and slammed the door, because he really pissed me off. Slowly, I walked up to the door of his house and began to control my breathing, as Manny had told me. As soon as I felt like I was good, I kicked the door open with my foot and started walking around looking for him. It was pretty quiet, and I didn't hear anyone in here. I watched every side of the house because I didn't want him to kill me before I killed him. I started hearing gun shots out of no where, meaning he saw me walking around. I jumped to the couch and ducked down.

"Come on from behind the couch pussy! I'm going to blow your fucking head off your shoulders!" I heard him shouting out.

He started to shoot, and I kept ducking. If he doesn't end up dead, I'll end up dead, too. I got up so quickly and began shooting several times at him. I hit him in the stomach, arm and chest. I walked over to him slowly and I saw blood flowing out of his mouth. I can't believe I did this to someone I don't even know. For a couple of seconds, I looked at him and that's when he stopped breathing. I raced out of his house quickly and jumped into the vehicle. Speeding quick as hell, Manny took off.

He was looking at me and looking back at the road. "Is he dead, huh?"

I looked at him with an irritated expression on my face."I shot him in the chest, in the arm and in the stomach. What the hell do you think?" I threw the gun back at him.

He put his one of his hand on my thigh, squeezing it as tight as hell. He squeezed so tightly that it looked like he was trying to remove my leg from my body.

"Before I hurt you, stop fucking playing with me. Lose your fucking attitude and something bad will happen the next time you slam my door, yeah?" He had so much rage in his tone.

I pushed his hand back to the side of him. Instead of saying anything smart to him, I just looked out the window without saying a word. I'm not going to lie when he grabbed my thigh that kind of hurt a lot. Right now, I know my thigh is red as hell. He kept driving, and I don't know where we're going. I looked at the window and saw that this car was speeding up behind us. Really, I didn't think much of it until the person ran into us in the back.

He looked at the rearview mirror and handed me the gun. I looked at him as if he almost lost his fucking mind. I don't have time to shoot people again, especially in a moving car.

"Right now, I want you to kill them." He kept his eyes locked on the road.

I handed the pistol back to him. "No, I'm not going to shoot outside the car. How the fuck I'm going to aim at them when the car is moving so fast, literally."

So rapidly, he cocked the gun and pointed the gun at my head. "Do as I say or I'm going to kill you."

For a minute, I stared at him and huffed. I took the pistol away, and I stuck my body out of the window. I began shooting at the car without any warning. They swerved off a bit, but they began to drive back straight. They started shooting back out of nowhere, and I jumped right back in the car.

"This is just too crazy! I can't do this shit!" I started panicking.

"Just fucking do it! Right now, I want them dead!" He began yelling at me.

I stood out of the window and started shooting. I shoot in the person's windshield, and you could tell that I shot someone because the blood was on the windshield. I shot one of the person's tires, and just like that the car flipped. I got back into the car and handed the pistol to him.

He hurried down the lane, and we pulled up to this warehouse in a few minutes. I was confused because I don't know what he's doing here, and he parked the car and got out. He was standing in front of the car, ordering me to get out. I just got out of the car because you know he's serious, and I don't want to hear his mouth.

I walked slowly behind him. We walked inside, and there were a bunch of men everywhere. Some men were moving drugs, and some men were making drugs. Manny began to talk to this man, but because they were speaking in Spanish, I could not understand what they were saying. They began to laugh, and they smirked at me.

I placed my hands on my waist. "What's so damn funny?"

Once again, Manny and his homeboy started laughing. "This is my boy, Spooky. Tomorrow afternoon, you guys are delivering drugs to someone in Compton."

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He reached out for me to shake his hand, and I looked at his hand and I looked back at Manny. He began to laugh, and he put his hands back in his pocket.

"Nice to meet you as well hermosa dama." He smirked at me.

With so much attitude, I folded my arms and stared at him. "Why am I supposed to do all this shit? I have killed somebody twice already. You can do that shit with him, not with me."

He stepped closer to me and began to rub his chin. "You don't have a choice mama. You don't have the money, so right now, you're doing whatever I say. You're free to go until you come up with an idea of where the money is. Be ready tomorrow, Angel."

He bumped into me and walked to the other men. I clenched my jaw because he's making me really mad. I looked back at Spooky and he was laughing like something funny.

I stared at him. "What's so fucking funny? Nothing I see is amusing."

He laughed even harder. "Nothing. Just be prepared for tomorrow. It's going to be fun." He patted me on my shoulder.

I swear that both of them are getting on my nerves, damn it. I can't wait to get this bullshit over with. I've killed two people already, and Lord knows how many more people I have to kill for him. I wish I had known where the money was because I would've been gave it to him and go back to New York. I miss talking to my mother. Right now, I know she's missing me like crazy.

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Manny and I were at my place instead of his apartment because I had no clothes at his apartment. I put this cute outfit on and started to do my hair. I put lip gloss on my lips, put on my black shades, and I was done with that. I went downstairs and found Manny watching me. Every step I took, his eyes followed him.

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"You might as well take a picture of me because you keep staring at me a little too much." I said to him smartly.

He bite down on his bottom lip. "I have a gift for you." Behind his back, he was hiding something.

I don't know whether I should be excited or afraid, because it might be something bad. "Well, what is it?I want to see it."

The present was removed from behind his back and it was an grey iPhone 11. I miss having a phone and I miss taking photos, I was so excited. I was going to take it from him, and he put it in the air, knowing that I couldn't reach it.

He burst into laughter. "Nah, first, what do you say?"

I rolled my eyes towards him. "Thank you, now you can give me the phone now, please?"

He stared at me for a minute, and then he handed me the phone, and I snatched it right away from him. "Don't worry about setting up the phone because I've done everything for you already, but here's the thing, don't post any photos and don't call your mother or some close relative. You understand me, Angel?"

I stared confusedly at him. "So if I can't do those things, what's the point of getting a phone?"

He was clenching his jaw. "Since I feel bad about smashing your phone, I'm trying to be nice to you. If you post on your social media pages, they will find it suspicious that you don't call them, but you post photos. You can't call anyone because you're going to run your little mouth, and I might have to kill you and the person you might want to call, and I know you don't want that to happen darling, yeah?"

I looked at him with so much anger in my eyes. "Whatever. Where's Spooky? I'm ready to get this shit over with it anyway."

He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "He's expected to be here right..."

As soon as he was about to finish his sentence. Someone knocked on the door. "Now." He placed a smirked on his face.

Manny opened the door, and Spooky stood there with a smile on his face. Here they go again, speaking in Spanish because they know that I don't understand what they're talking about. I stepped outside to get inside the van because I'm not going to sit there and try to understand what they're talking about.

Manny and Spooky shook hands and Spooky got inside the van. In silence, we sped off down the road. I dialed my mother's number back and forth. I was worried about whether or not I should call her. I just want to hear her voice because I haven't heard her voice in three days. Spooky has wanted to break the silence, and frankly, I don't want to speak to him.

"By the way, you look beautiful." He said it so smoothly.

I kept looking at my phone. "That's cool to know."

He began chuckling. "This morning, who poured frustration into your cereal? I was just giving you a compliment."

I put down my phone and looked at him. "You don't know what I am going through. Right now, I don't need your compliment."

He shrugged his shoulders. "You're right, I don't know what you're going through."

I rolled my neck at him. "That's right, so please don't speak to me. I am not in the speaking mood."

He remained quiet after that, just as I wanted him to. I made up my mind about calling my mother. Now I'm calling her because I just want to hear her voice. I dialed her phone, and then it began to ring. Spooky repeatedly started looking at me and the road.

He continued to look at the road and at me. He's fucking close to breaking his neck. "Who the fuck are you calling?"

I looked at him and rolled my eyes at him. "None of your fucking concern."

Before I could hear the voice of my mother. Spooky took the phone away from me. I was trying not to punch him in the face so bad. He put my phone in his pocket and kept looking at me like I was crazy. I tried to grab my phone from his pockets. I've been pulling on him so hard, almost causing him to crash.

I began hitting him. "Give me my fucking phone!"

He pushed me to the window and kept his hand on the steering wheel. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? Manny knows who you're calling and who you're texting. He will literally kill you if he finds out. He doesn't care who you are."

I kept fighting him for my phone. "You don't understand that I haven't spoken to my mother in days. I'm pretty sure she's looking forward for me to call her."

"Listen, I hear you, but I know that your ass doesn't want to die, right? So stop putting yourself in circumstances of risk. Until you find the money, then you will be set free by Manny." For a second, he looked at me and looked back at the road.

I ran through my hair with my fingertips. "You're not listening to me. There's nothing I know about the money that my father has locked up. I know nothing, and yet you guys are behaving like you can't comprehend it. All I know is that he had a successful drug business. That's it."

He stopped at this warehouse, parked the van and looked at me. "All I have to say is that before your payment is finished, you may have to work for Manny."

I sighed. I didn't say a word, because clearly this isn't going anywhere. He got out of the van, and I got out of there as well. We both walked to the back of the van and opened the door. I was staring at all the drugs that Manny had piled up in the back. Spooky went to knock on the door to get a few more people to help us carry the drugs inside. A few men came out and started helping us out.

We got inside and I was surprised because it was larger than the other warehouse. We put the drugs down and that's when Spooky began discussing things in Spanish with the other guys. With them inside, I did not feel relaxed, so I went outside and waited for Spooky. I looked around and I found that a few black trucks were pulling up. They pointed their weapons out of the window from nowhere, and proceeded to fire at me.

I went into the warehouse and covered my head. "THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE SHOOTING!"

The men all gathered their weapons and were ready to fire. Spooky snatched one and threw an ACR gun at me as well. I stared at the gun and looked at Spooky.

I kept on staring at the gun. "Manny didn't teach me how to fire this type of gun."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Learn. Let's move quickly."

He and I took off running. We went outside and started firing at the people who were shooting at us. Spooky killed 9 or so people and I killed 6 or so. I started to fire, and I realized that Spooky had stopped shooting. I looked at him and on the ground I saw him. You can tell that he was struck by a bullet because his white shirt had blood on it.

I applied pressure on his wound while the other men kept firing. "Are you all right? Before you bleed out, I need to get you to the hospital."

He was licking his lips and smiling at me. "I will thug this shit out. I don't need a damn hospital."

He's already aware that he clearly needs a fucking hospital. The men continued firing and all the other men were finally killed. I already know that Manny going to go nuts when he finds out that people have come here to kill us. A couple of men helped me put Spooky in the van. I said thank you to them, and I got in the driver's seat and drove Spooky to the hospital before it was too late.

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• Hermosa dama - Beautiful lady

Hello, my little readers. I hope that you guys enjoy chapter 4 just as much as I do. Please continue reading the book for me, as I said before. However, I hope you guys really enjoy this book. I love you guys! 💞

Love, Red ❤️