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||Freeman||
"What?"
"That's how you answer the phone?" Rashawn said.
"What do you want?"
"Where you at? I needa talk to you about some," he said.
"I'm busy."
"Come on, man. It's important," Rashawn said.
"Not as important as what I'm doing."
Ended Call....
"Yo. Freeman! Over here!" King yelled.
"How you been, dude?" He said.
"I just want to get straight to the point, but we need to talk somewhere more private."
"Fine by me," he said.
We ended up in my territory. This nigga think I don't know. That wasn't my girl in the casket. Ion care what nobody say. It didn't look nothing like her. It was just a coincidence we happened to already been acquainted.
"So what's up? What's going on?" He asked.
"I know you got Monica. Imma need you to hand her over." He pulled out his gun and pointed it at me.
"And why should I do that?" He asked. Ian stress though. We ain't alone.
"I would put that gun down if I were you." Three of my guys came out all with guns aiming at his head.
"Drop it." He did just that.
"If you kill me, y-," he tried to say but I cut him off.
"Ian gon kill you. You just gotta bring her to me and you can go." He started to stand.
"Naw sit down."
"How do you expect me to bring her to you if I can't leave?" He asked.
"You got guys you can call. Ian stupid." He took his phone out and started calling.
"How you let this happen again!?" He said.
"Where is she now?" He asks.
"Is she okay?" He asked.
"What hospital?" He asked.
"I swear this girl is nothing, but a jinx," he said.
"So?"
"She's in South Bay Hospital. She got in a car accident," he said.
