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I don't know who Stokey, Smokey, Shoebox, Stokly, whatever the fuck Jahseh says his name is, but that nigga was never his boyfriend.

I was always who Jahseh was with. Jahseh is mine. My property. I OWN Jahseh.

I escorted Jahseh into the place. It cleaned it up a bit since the last time I saw him, other than the bloody walls, vomit, fecal matter, cocaine and dirty heroine needles, which only god knows if it's really heroine or not, the place is definitely clean enough for Jah and him company. I don't know, Shayaa be in and out, bringing prostitutions and sex workers here every other night, age varying, I don't know if we're the only ones. I'm barely in the rooms.

Shayaa brings in the others, one by one, there's no couch, no comfort. So they're all just gonna have to sit, sleep, eat, drink etc, off the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" Jahseh says. I toss him on the floor, Shayaa brining everyone in and shoving them on the floor in front of me.

"Because. You ran away from home." I said simply. Shayaa removes the blindfolds off of their faces, but not removing their restraints off of their wrists and ankles. Nick, Michael were the only ones awake.

"Cordae. Cordae!" Nick calls over to his brother who's unconscious, or so I think he's unconscious. "Is he dead? What did you do?" Jahseh says angrily at Shayaa.

"Relax, he's asleep. The other nigga is too." Shayaa says flicking their faces playfully.

"Jefferey, what is wrong with you, man? You're fucking crazy." Michael shouts at me.

Shayaa immediately pulls out his gun and points it at Michael's temple,

"You better watch your tone, Mike. I'm especially angry with you, I told you to lure Jahseh to me, instead you break his heart." I explained.

"You set me up?" Jahseh shouted, shifting his body at Michael. Michael didn't respond, he just sighed.

"Yes, Jahseh. I told him where to meet you, where you are most of the time, where you work, where you live. I told him to talk to you, do anything there is to like him. Then bring you here to me. Obviously he failed, he backed out when I said that Shayaa is coming to Orlando." I stated. Shayaa's gun still pressed against Michael's temple.

It was silent for a little bit until Jahseh finally spoke,

"So everything was fake? Our relationship? All the love and affection you showed me was a mask? This whole time you were serving this fucking psycho?" Jahseh raises his voice.

"I'm sorry, Jahseh! It was..I wasn't in the right state of mind." Michael said.

"Go to hell, Michael." Jahseh says finally.

I gesture my hand for Shayaa to relax with the gun, "Well! It's good to see everyone is getting along, it makes it better and easier for you to enjoy your stay here."

"I'm not fucking staying here." Nick blurts out.

That type of boldness won't be tolerated around here, Nick saying that can get him hurt, or worse, killed. I could probably get away with it, but in this situation I have to be careful and do as he says. Stockholm Syndrom type shit.

Of course, I have to stay here with Michael. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I figure out that Michael was a part of this shit. Right now, it's fuck him. I need to get my cousins and myself out of here.

Shayaa comes over and pistol whips Nick in the head, he lets out a loud yelp as I see blood start tricking down the side of his head.

"That type of behavior, can get you killed, faggot." Shayaa says standing over him.

"I'll take Jahseh to his room, you can deal with Nick in another. We'll think about what to do with the rest of them." Jefferey orders, grabbing me, I see Shayaa aggressively grab Nick.

"No, No!" I yelled as Jeffrey tried to grab me but I didn't let him.

"Jahseh! Jahseh do something." Nick calls out, as Shayaa tries to drag him into a room. I try to take one step forward before I was immediately stopped by Jeffrey and pulled.

"Just do what he says, guys! Please!" Michael warns.

"Hurry the fuck up, Stokeley! Burn some fat and hustle, bitch!" I screamed while honking the horn. This boy said he wanted to change "real quick." How quick is real quick?

After honking the the horn several times, probably disturbing a lot of people, he finally comes out and walk towards the car.

"Nigga I was in thee for 10 minutes." He said entering the car. "10 minutes is too long, we need to get there as soon as we can." I said waving my hand and gesturing him to start the car already.

I rolled my eyes and started the car and pulled out, we then started out journey to Orlando, for no reason.

"Have you talked to Jahseh at all this morning?" I asked Kim.

"No, he's not answering, and hasn't been since I called him earlier." He responded.

"Well..it's pretty earlier in the morning, you don't think it's not because he's asleep?" I asked.

"He's not asleep, Stokeley." He said.

"Well..if you're so sure why don't you tell the police?" I asked him.

"Well I would've! But since you guys were starting to think I'm crazy, I didn't." He says.

"You did. You do sound crazy, Kim." I admitted.

"I know. I think I sound crazy too." He says softly.

I haven't talked to Jahseh in a long time. He's my bestfriend- it was my bestfriend. I see him at work rarely ever, but when I do, we don't talk. Even though we have a chance to talk to each other, we're mutuals. Our friends know each other, we all basically hang out everyday, text almost everyday, it's not like Jahseh lives in a different state.

I remember when I first met Jahseh, he was a next door neighbor..not really next door but he was a few doors down. We met when we were young, 11 or 12.

I remember he was playing basketball. He told me that he had to save up his lunch money his mom would give him everyday to get it, so he often would sit at lunch without food, that was his only source of money. He was a very, very small kid. I thought he was a kindergartner when I met him. But anyway, he was outside, it was a nice day. My parents had told me to get out but I don't like outside, I'm an indoors type guy.

He often hooped with my basketball hoop, of course he didn't know, I didn't care to tell him because it's just a basketball hoop, it's in the middle of the road, everyone uses it. More than I do, I hate basketball. I saw him this particular day, he does the usual. Comes down the road to shoot hoops, I know this because he bounces his ball pretty hard and loud, and I can hear the squeaking of the hoop when he shoots.

I live near a bunch of pussy bitches, who often bullied Jahseh. It was a big brother, and a little brother. Marshall, the bigger brother, and Colson the little one, although Colson was way taller than Marshall. They Jahseh at school all the fucking time for no reason. I only hung out with Marshall and Colson because my parents are friends with their parents and I sometimes spend time over there when my parents are on a vacation. It was shit, their chicken tasted like TV static. It was so bland and gross.

I don't remember every single thing they said, but I do remember they'll calling him a whole lot of bullshit. They never fight or anything, they always argue until they feel Jahseh wasn't I looked outside and I saw it wasn't just Marshall and Colson this time, they brought everyone. The whole unseasoned gang with them. They've been trying to get this ball from Jahseh for a long while, and I don't know why. It's just a ball.

One thing lead to another, the reason Jahseh has most the scars he does today, some of the tattoos he does today was because of that day. They jumped him. I'm broad daylight. He tried to fight back but all he could really do was defend himself. I know they weren't just 11 and 12 year olds over there, Marshall and Colson were spoiled rich white kids, they had connections.

I let it go on for another minute before I decided enough was enough. I ran outside, as soon as they saw me they all scattered, leaving little Jahseh in the middle of the road, under my basketball hoop. As I walked claret, he was bruised and battered, his arms had a typed of scrapes and cuts on them, his face was bruised.

I went over to him, "Are you okay?" I asked him helping him up.

"Yes, I just got jumped and robbed by a bunch of people I'm totally alright." He says sarcastically, cleaning off himself.

"I'm sorry..I-I'm Miles." I said. He sighed, "I know. You're in my advisory class. I sit right next to you." He explained.

"Right. Jahseh?" I asked. He nodded yes. "Let me help you, you're hurt." I said.

"No, no. I'm fine. I'm used to it. I'll just go home." Jahseh insisted.

"But what about your ball?" I asked.

"My ball is gone, Miles. There's no way I'm going to get it back..I'll need to save up again." He said.

"Well..I'll buy you another one. Just come into my house and I'll help you get cleaned up." I offered.

He thought about it for a second before obliging. Marshall and Colson were caught for their actions, my parents told theirs and they got in mad trouble, thank god. Jahseh never got his ball back unfortunately, they had popped it and fucked it all up. Jahseh wouldn't have wanted it. I got him a new ball, everyday after school we'd play basketball in front of my house. I always won though, the nigga was like 3 feet tall. That day, I met my bestfriend.

Jahseh and I had been though thick and thin, highs and lows, times when we thought that we'd never talk to each other again, or ever be friends with each other again. That was when we were teens, now that we are full grown adults, we've matured. Jahseh more than I have. We haven't talked to each other personally, in months, being with the whole group doesn't count for me.

I don't know, I think this might be the very end of Jahseh and I's relationship.

I should've never associated with Jeffery and Shayaa's bullshit, now I've put Jahseh and his cousins lives in danger.

It's all my fault that this whole thing is happening. Jahseh is just so damn stubborn. Doesn't make it any less my fault.

Kentrell and Cordae woke up not too long after they took Nick and Jahseh, they started to freak the fuck out and it took me a little bit to calm them both down, letting them know that they could die if you guys start acting out.

There was no way to escape, no sharp objects around, my phone is gone and I'm sure everyone else's is too. The best thing to do right now is to do what Shayaa and Jefferey day, they're the ones with the guns and the weaponry, I don't want to die this morning, even though I have a higher chance than everyone to die today.

"Cordae, help me." Kentrell said, trying at his restraints. His arms were put behind his back so Cordae had to turn back to back with Kentrell.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked.

"The fuck does it look like we're doing, nigga?" Cordae responds.

"Guys, stop. If you guys keep trying this, one of you guys will get hurt." I said trying to convince them.

They continued on and surprisingly, Cordae had managed to get Kentrell's ties loose enough for him to remove his wrists out of them.

Just then the door barges open, it was Shayaa. Kentrell and Cordae try their best get back into position.

"Where's my brother?" Cordae asks him. Shayaa just came over and aggressive grabbed Kentrell, by reflex, Kentrell pushed him away, revealing he had removed his restraints. And then and there. Shayaa shot him.

The gunshot rang so loud, I swear I lost my hearing for a second. I don't know where he got him, but he was gone. Cordae instantly bursted into tears and I just sat there, watching everything happen.

"Anyone else stupid enough to take they shit off, is being shot." Shayaa said.

I heard a gunshot and my heart dropped instantly.

"What was that?" I asked Jefferey. He ignored me.

"Hello! Motherfucker! I said what was that?" I yelled loud enough I know he heard me. He sighed in annoyance and turned to me. He got up and walked out to the living room where everyone is. He closed the door behind me so I couldn't even see what was going on. I heard some talking, followed with some crying and yelling which concerned me because it sounded like Cordae.

He came back a few minutes later with a blank expression on his face. "You and your 2 cousins need to simmer down, that type of behavior deadly 'round here." I looked at him confused. I have 3 cousins, what does he mean 2?

"If you can count, I have 3." I said. He started chuckling bitterly, I just have him a dirty look.

"3 minus 1 is 2, Jah." He said laughing again, like something is funny.

Before I could get any words out, he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me down in front of him.

"Open your mouth." He ordered

"Try calling Jahseh again, Kim." I suggested.

"How many times do you I have to remind you, he's not going to answer me. It's going straight to voicemail." Kim says, irritated.

"I'm just trying to give you some ideas, Kim, you really think that Jahseh is not okay?"

"Do you really think that Jahseh would just go somewhere, and cut off everyone? Think about that time he was snatched by his ex for over a week in Tampa, and we didn't hear from him for a while. Matter of fact, go to Tampa." Kim says.

"Kim we're already on our way to Orlando, that's where Jahseh is at." I said.

"There's no way Jahseh has any other enemies other than his ex who's in Tampa, he must be in Tampa. I know it, Stoke. Tampa isn't that far if we're going there." Kim says.

I sighed and continued driving. I don't know what Kim is on. Is he even sober anymore? I remember Jahseh trying to help him with his sobriety, I don't know if he's back on it or he's for real.

I was told to kill them niggas anyway, I failed the first time and I succeeded the next. I just want Jefferey to be proud of me, all the shit I done I hope he is. So I got rid of Kentrell and now all that's left is Cordae, Nick, Michael and Jahseh. I beat up Nick real bad, I don't know how he still alive but he is.

I done did a lot of shit with him, he kept running his mouth, I stuck needles under his fingernails. If he fought back, he getting pistol whipped, if he talked back I cut him. I stopped when I made a big ass laceration in his thigh. I know he could die from the cut being on thigh, where a major artery is, I might of hit it. It's been around an hour since, and he's been out for around 10. That's when I decided I should get busy and get to someone else. Maybe Kentrell, but his dumbass ended all the fun early trying to escape. So I had to shoot him.

I checked Nick's pulse like 5 times and his body is still holding up, I don't know how. He's bleeding everywhere, his close are stained red. It's a crime scene alright. I can't even call my self 21 savage anymore, it's 22 savage now, 23 if this other egghead dies.

So I guess it's good that nigga died because it's gonna make all this a bit faster, if Nick's body would give up now. I think I might have to put him out his misery soon if he still fighting after I'm done with Cordae.

Cordae the more quiet and soft one, this shit about to be easy. I wasted no time getting this nigga in the room. He was still whining and crying like a fucking baby that his stupid ass cousin died like man up, my nigga. People die all the time. This ain't nothing new for anybody. Life is about living and dying. Nothing more, nothing less.

I drag him in and toss him to the floor. There was no furniture, just hard wood floors. He looked around and saw his fucked up brother and started crying even harder, crawling over to him. This nigga is such a fucking pussy, his brother ain't dead.

"What did you do to him?" He asked me between his sobs. I barely understood what this nigga was saying. He called his brothers name a million times it got hella annoying so I kicked him out the way. I reached down to feel his pulse on his neck, his heart is still beating, he is still breathing, he is still alive.

"Shut the fuck up, stop crying. Your brother is still alive. I don't know for how much longer, but he is ight for now." I said.

"Now, if you don't want to end up like your brother here, or Kentrell, nigga, all you have to do is do what the fuck I tell you, got it?" I warned. All he did was sigh in response.

"Good. You lucky though, I ain't gonna torture you. I got a show for you. I'll be back." I said.

Conveniently, all the whores Jefferey picks up aren't all men, some are girls of all ages, ranging from about 14 to 25. This whole sex ring shit, I don't really stick my head into too much, but it can come in clutch when torturing someone.

I'm left here to be in the living room with a dead body. I managed to turn around and see where he had actually shot him.

Shayaa came rushing out the room and down a hallway, then another door open then slam shut.

I sat there for a few minutes before I heard a girl screaming. It sounded like a kid's scream. It got closer and closer, I turned my head as far as I could mad saw Shayaa forcing a half naked girl, who's not older than 15 into the room Cordae is in and slamming it shut.

I turned on the radio because I'm tired of being stressed and I could at least listen to something to calm me down.

I turned it on and it seemed to be on commercial and I was about to change it when they started talking about 5 men going missing last night.

"Change the channel-"

"Hush!" I said silencing Stokeley, trying to focus on what it was saying.

"Last night at around 3 or 4 in the morning, 5 men were reported missing as they left a local club down in Orlando. As seen in surveillance footage, you can see a man collecting 4 people in the club, and later in the parking lot, take another. The man was described by the bouncers and dancers at the club as tall and skinny, and of African American decent, unfortunately, his face couldn't be seen on camera. The men that were taken were 5 African American men, 4 of them having dreadlocks, one not. The car was a white van, a witness only getting '191' off the license plate number. If you have anymore information on this please contact the nearby police, the reward starting at $5000 dollars. Visit www-"

I stopped the radio, and looked over at Stokeley.

"Oh KiM, YoU ArE SoUnDiNg CrAzY, JaHsEh Is FiNe, YoU'LL SeE WhEn He CoMeS BaCk, YoU'Re JuSt LoNeLy." I said mocking him. "I fucking told you! I told all of you and you guys didn't even care to listen to me!" I said.

"Kim-"

"No! I don't want to hear you say anything. I told you guys I was worried about Jahseh, but you guys gave me the side eye and told me I sounded fucking crazy." I continued.

"K-Kim, I'm sorry. I really just thought you were making this all up because you missed Jahseh." Stokeley explained. "I really am sorry."