"Arggggg ",Diesel called out holding his head in pain. Sanders’ girl screamed,
“Stop it. Don't hurt him.”
“I'm going to kill the nigga if I don't get what I came for.” Wack warned.
Both of the twins looked at each other; they wasn't about to let they homey go out like that. Sanders raised his hand like a scared kindergarten student
Wack had to chuckle.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
'” Look I got about ten thousand dollars in the safe. The safe is in the back. Take me back there so I can get it.”
“Ten thousand.” said Wack. “Fuck I'm going to do with ten thousand?”
“Well that's all I got here.”
Wack looked at his goons. The one that that knocked D in the head, was still standing over him with his gun drawn on him. He was waiting on Diesel to make the wrong move so he could cap his ass. The goon to Wack’s right had his gun drawn on the Sanders boys and the girl.
“Blood. Go take that nigga to the back to get the money.” He told the goon that had his pistol pointed at D.
He then looked at the other Sanders boy, “ by the time your brother come from the back, you better had thought about where I’m going to get the rest of my money from.” Wack looked at his goon; he yelled in anger, “HIT MY CELL ONCE YOU GOT THE SAFE OPEN. IF THIS NIGGA RIGHT HERE HAS NOT FIGURED OUT WHERE HE GOING TO GET THE REST OF MY MONEY FROM, I WANT YOU TO PUT ONE TO THE DOME.”
The goon nodded to agree. He snatched up Sanders and proceeded to where the safe was at.
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She knew that voice anywhere. He's going to save me... Yay, thought. Hockey stick still in her hand she ran from the hallway to her Savior,
“I'm right -” she never got a chance to finish her sentence.
Pow Pow... Yay screamed as the two bullets pierced her body causing her to fly against the wall. Caught off guard and not knowing if it was a set-up, the Goon that was escorting Sanders shot him in the back of the head. Wack couldn't believe it, the plan was fucked up. He knew he shouldn't have put them trigger happy niggas on.
“What the fuck.” Diesel yelled looking at his boy laid in blood.
Savanna was no longer acting, she was shook up. Two people was shot and possibly dead because she helped Wack with this. Didn't she learn what he was capable of when he set up his best friend? Sanders’ girl passed out. The other Sanders was crying like a baby. He wanted to run to his brother and hold him but there was a gun pointed at his head. As calm as he could, Wack spoke,
“I need you to take me the safe. Try anything and you going to be with your brother.”
He grabbed the twin and they walked to the back. When they got by the two bodies, the twin dropped to his knees grabbing on his brother. Crying, telling him not to leave him... Wack didn't even trip off it. He was in shock his damn self. The girl his goon shot was Yay. Why were cuts all over her body, what happened to her, did one of these niggas rape her? Angry at the thought, he snatched Sanders up. He wanted answers, but it was a possibility that he would have gave his self away. That wasn't important at the time; what was important was him getting the money and getting out quick so Yay could get help. Her stomach was still moving so he was sure that she had a chance at surviving.
To be continued…………….
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Savanna called Paris and Paris called Yay-Yay’s mother. Yay’s mother called Mrs. Lewis, which is Calvin’s mother; you know Jazz’s grandmother? Diesel called Jazz, but got her voicemail, so he called his sister Laurie. Laurie tried reaching Jazz, but she too got her voicemail. Laurie called Peter, but Peter said he had not talked to her. She then told Peter that her brother said that Yay had been shot and she is not looking to live. Peter Panicked. He was grateful that Ken was there so he could help him get to the hospital. Peter and Laurie hung up the phone. Peter wasn't worrying about being on house arrest,; he had to be at the hospital to make sure Yay was ok and to support Jazz if she let him. Laurie wasn't going for Yay, she was going to be a support for her brother. He lost his friend and suffered from a concussion.
Peter and Ken couldn't believe it. Damn, any one of them could have been there. Jazz could have been there, Ken thought! Damn!
Fifteen minutes after the call, Peter and Ken made it to Pam's house. When Ken told Pam what happened she began crying. She ran to Jazz’s room and woke her up and told her what happened. Jazz wanted to hate her cousin, she wanted to say that was good for her, and that God don't like ugly. But that was her cousin. There wasn't any way that she wouldn't be there. She immediately jumped up and got dressed.
Ken knew that Pam would not be able to drive; he assumed that Jazz wouldn't be able to either. So, he waited until both Pam and Jazz came down and offered them a ride to the hospital. Pam agreed. Remembering what Pete told him about what had went down between him and Jazz, he looked at her and spoke with a sincere tone,
"Pete in the car." He told Jazz.
Jazz frowned her face thinking about him. How did he know about her being shot? How they know to call Peter? They must have known the two messed around thought Jazz.
"Peter is not a factor in my life. My cousin is my concern." She said.
Pam made a mental note to find out what was going on.
Pam, Jazz, Peter, and Ken made their way into the emergency room. The first person Pam noticed was her sister, at least she was there, but she could have called me and told me what was going on Pam thought. And what the hell is this old hag doing up hear? She was referring to Jazz’s grandmother. Just as Pam and the rest of them made their way over to where her sister, Jazz’s grandmother, Mrs. Lewis, and Yay’s friend Paris was sitting a tall blue eyed man walked up on the family. He introduced himself as the doctor, and then began to update the family on Yay’s status. He told them that there was a bullet in her neck that couldn't be removed because it was too close to a vein. That was the least of their worry for now. He needed blood. The bullet that hit her in the stomach, mixed with the blood she lost from her cuts, and how long she bled before help arrived, caused her to lose a tremendous amount of blood.
"This white ass hospital with all these rich folks and y'all ain't got no blood? I bet if she was white y’all would make sure she had plenty blood."
The way everyone looked at Paris she should have known she sounded stupid. If she didn't, she knew to shut the fuck up. The doctor continued,
"She has a rare blood type. We’re calling around trying to find blood now. Do you know if any of you are a match?"
Jazz’s grandmother said,
"Jazz is a match."
Pam’s heart dropped. She looked at Jazz’s grandmother with a look that said,
“bitch, you knew."
Jazz’s grandmother looked at Pam with a smirk and rolled her eyes.
Jazz looked at the two women confused.
“Are you sure?” The doctor asked.
“Yes, I'm sure. They have the same blood type as their father.” She stated matter-of-factly.
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