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You ain't heard about that last nigga that got clapped up? Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough? Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up I'm ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless
Three deafening gunshots shattered the silence, jolting Nefeli from her unconscious state.
Slowly she attempted to pry open her eyes open, only to be met with an excruciating surge of pain coursing through her head.
A loud ringing pierced her ears making her want to scream in agony.
The stench of burning rubber and gasoline stung her nose as she opened her eyes fully.
Nefeli's heart pounded in her chest like a wild drum, each beat echoing her rising panic.
Tilting her head slightly, her eyes couldn't miss the windshield that was completely shattered. Pieces of shattered glass twinkled menacingly in the afternoon sun.
Shock rippled through her body. Suddenly she was paralyzed in fear as she stared at the wreckage in front of her.
A warm sensation trickled down her face, making Nefeli touch it with her hands. Realizing it was blood, she felt herself getting lightheaded.
Warm liquid shot out her mouth as she threw up everywhere. Looking down at what just came out of her, she couldn't help but gag in disgust.
Picking her hand up, she felt her anxiety continue to rise as she realized how much blood was actually on her hand.
She couldn't help but notice what was behind her hand. The blood became the last thought on her mind, as she pulled her hand over her mouth.
Sobs threatened to escape her mouth, her eyes fixated on demon as she slowly overlooked the gunshots holes that riddled Demon's body.
