Can you read my love language?
-Queen Naija
Tamera, a cocky and rich girl, has everything she could possibly want. A house, a car, a dog, you know living the American dream as some would say, so why does she feel like something or someone is missin...
Zyire jumped out of his sleep, sweaty palms, and sweat dripping down his chest.
Looking at the clock he saw it was 3 in the morning. He was tired of this shit, he kept having nightmares about Khalil getting shot.
Even though he didn't die, it was still traumatizing for him. Almost losing one of his best friends would've killed him inside.
Not to mention he kept having illusions on who the fuck the dude was. It felt like every night it was a new piece that added to his memory.
As they ran out, someone shot Khalil in his arm and leg. "FUCK BRO!" Zyire yelled, turning around looking at Khalil. Seeing the guard dead on the floor.
Zyire looked back, seeing a man in all black also wearing a black mask. "Who the fuck are you?" Zyire asked the unknown man, as he tried to cover up Khalil's wounds. "You should be saying thank you, but it's something you won't find out yet. Take your man to a hospital or to the clinic, cause I know y'all have one. Hurry," He said, then began running out the back door.
Zyire tilted his head and his eyes widened before he jumped into the shower. After getting his hygiene straight, he put on some clothes, then grabbed his keys.
Kissing Amara on the cheek, he left. Zyire left her a text message, so once she checked her phone she knew he left.
Getting in his car, he drove by the warehouse. Seeing lots of police and FBI he sighed, before going to the trap.
Opening the door he smiled, seeing one of the girls. "Hey Zaria. What you been up to?" He smiled, giving her a hug.
"Ain't shit. You know wassup," Zaria said and he chuckled as he went to his office.
Seeing all his computers, he sat down in his rolling chair, going to the biggest one. He typed up the traffic cameras that were by the warehouse.
Zyire sighed. "I should've done this before What is wrong with you Treyvon?" He scolded himself.
Looking over the footage he saw him, Khalil, and Jermaine running across the street towards the back.
Looking at the video more, he saw a man go in as Jeremiah left out. "Did he know our plan?" Zyire asked himself as there was nothing on the screen for a minute.
He then saw the dude run out to a car, causing a smirk to form on his lips. Instead of watching the part of him carrying a bleeding Khalil out of the warehouse—
Zyire then tried looking at a different traffic cam, that was by the warehouse from a different angle. Zyire smiled as he saw a clear to date licence plate.
