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✦𓂃࣪˖˚ CHAPTER ELEVEN ˚˖࣪𓂃✦
"Blood On Concrete."
⚲ Chicago, Illinois. ✞ ˎˊ˗
Omniscient
KEYZ RAN OUTSIDE, heart pounding as his eyes scanned the scene.
The girls were gone, but their blood was still there, soaking into the concrete.
He froze, chest tightening.
He didn't even know whose blood was whose - Dior's or Cia's - and that shit made his eyes water instantly.
People was walking away, whispering and recording as police and paramedics lingered.
"Yo! YO!" Keyz yelled, rushing up to the cops with his voice cracking. "My girl-she got hit. Where the fuck they take them?!"
Bubba ran up behind him and just stood there, frozen. His eyes widened at the puddles of blood.
"Oh shit..." He muttered under his breath.
He watched Keyz sprint to his car and followed after him without thinking.
Keyz hopped in, engine roaring as Bubba jumped into his own car behind him.
Keyz ain't care about nothing else right now.
His mind was racing, thinking about Dior and her friend... wondering if they was even alive.
He sped down the streets, knuckles white on the wheel. "A black SUV... sound like a setup," He whispered, eyes locked on the road.
Bubba heard him through the Bluetooth.
"Yeah... it was, fo'sho," Bubba replied, shaking his head. He never seen Keyz like this since his peoples got killed.
Keyz let out a humorless laugh, voice breaking. "That bitch Dre..."
Bubba smirked, a cold smirk knowing what was about to come next.
The old Loc was coming back.
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Dior laid unconscious on a hospital bed. Bandage wrapped around her head, stitches on her pretty face.
Machines beeped around her, wires hooked up to her chest and arms.
Cia on the bed beside her, both of them still as death.
Keyz walked into their room and damn near turned back around.
He let out a shaky breath and forced himself forward.
Bubba followed him in, closing the door behind them.
He glanced over at Cia and shook his head. Shorty was beautiful, even beat up.
Keyz dragged the chair over to Dior bedside and sat down.
Tears instantly fell down his face. He ain't even care.
He was too gangsta to cry but right now... he ain't give a fuck about none of that.
His knee started shaking as he grabbed her cold hand, squeezing it like it could wake her up.
Bubba watched his bro - the hardest nigga he knew - break down over a girl. He shook his head softly. Damn... love really changed a nigga.
But as he looked at Cia, his heart clenched too. She wasn't like these other females.
