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"Nardo," I yell out as he stops pulls out his gun.
"You my shootah," he asks me, looking in my eyes. I gulp loudly. "You gon ride for me?"
I just stare at him, my legs shaking. I'm scared. I don't know where my confidence went, but it ain't here.
"Babygirl, look at me. Are you my wicked witch?"
I nod my head and pull out my gun. Nardo swerves the car back around and shoots at Quando.
"Blam boom, tryna put a nigga on the damn news," he says with a chuckle. "A gun is supposed to shoot out bullets."
I look at him confused. Wait, he wants me to shoot too. I begin shooting in the same direction as Nardo. I hear a scream. Then a body drop. And then another scream.
"Damn you got good aim," Nardo says. I look back at to where we were shooting. Quando is on the ground, with a bullet in his head. I just killed somebody.
I drop the gun and look at my hands.
"You gotta pull over," I scream. I can't just leave him there. He has a family out there. Maybe a daughter, who needs her father. Or a son, who needs an example. Quando may be a bad example, but that love matters.
"He's dead Alex," Nardo says, speeding away. The car is going so fast I might throw up. Or maybe it's the fact that somebody's life was taken and it's my fault.
"I-I k-," I can't even finish. I just made somebody stop breathing.
"Shit was bullseye," he says, chuckling. But nothing is funny.
"He isn't breathing anymore," I say, pulling my knees to my chest. I rock back and forth trying to find my breath. But I lost it just like he lost his life. "My fault. I did it. It was me. I killed him. I need to tell my mama!"
Nardo snatches my phone and throws it out the window.
"I just shot a man down," I scream. I don't mean to, it just slips out. He quickly rolls the window back up.
"Are you stupid," he screams at me, passing up a red light.
"I am a criminal. Lord have mercy," I rock back in forth. "What ever happened to me?"
"Calm down," he says, placing his hand on my knee.
"I didn't mean to hurt him," I whisper.
"I know," he whispers back to me, rubbing my leg as comfort.
"Coulda been somebody's son," I whisper again. His hand pushes down my knee and he pulls over to the side of the road. I feel my seatbelt unbuckle and snap up. I lift my arm to let it.
"Come here," he tells me, with his arms out. I don't move. I can't move. I'm frozen, like Quando's body. On concrete. His blood. His blood. Blood. "Come here."
He pulls me onto his lap like a father would an infant child. I still can't move. I can barely breathe. He wraps his arms around me, and rubs my back.
"Shhhh," he whispers every few seconds. "It's okay."
I shake my head and continue to bawl my eyes out.
"Why did I pull the trigger," I ask myself, as I stare out the window. We're at an unfamiliar house.
"Because you're my ride or die," he responds.
"I don't wanna ride. Every time I ride I die, ion wanna ride no more Nardo. I wanna die."
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Wickman •Nardo Wick•
FanfictionIn return for saving her life, she has to become his wicked witch. Yet sometimes ride or die is too much to handle, especially dealing with somebody as dangerous as Wickman. Follow my ig: theyallknow_her