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"starts with me?" I questioned.
"—so that's ya' plan? To come in here, kill me, then either go to jail or die yourself right after?" I asked.
I wasn't even sure how this nigga got his gun past security, but knowing him and how he had been for what seemed like his entire life, he was pretty smart at making dumb decisions.
"watchu need a lawyer for Dev, like I said—I can get chu the money." I repeated.
For the first time since walking in here, he finally seemed to be taking a moment to think, which meant I was hopefully getting through to his crazy ass.
"12 on me," he said simply.
"I need more than enough for a lawyer, I need enough to leave the country, I need everything you got!" He threatened.
Ain't even gon lie, nigga looked like a fiend right now, straight drugged out of his mind.
"Did I fucking stutter!?" He yelled when I didn't respond
Without wasted movement, I jabbed him in his nose quickly, which made him stumble back.
Before he had a chance to aim, I tackled him to the ground, hearing as the gun he was holding went off.
I really didn't even have time to see if I was hit or not, all my focus was on overpowering him enough that he couldn't shoot again.
Thankfully, upon hearing the sound of the gun, security, and police burst into the room and immediately detained him.
"how the fuck he even get in here!" I questioned angrily as they detained him.
Now that the danger to my life went away, the anger showed up, and if there was a word out there that could accurately describe how angry I was, let me know what it was—cause I don't think there is.
I could've just fucking died cause of some useless ass security.
Even now he was still trying to wrestle himself from their grip.
With all the frustration and anger I'd been trying to suppress for months, I balled up my right first and punched him square in the jaw, both hearing and feeling his bone crack under my knuckles.
As I shook the pain from my knuckles I looked over at the unconscious man slumped across from me.
It wasn't long either before my family had come running over, all sporting expressions of confusion and worry.
Quan, for one, looked like he'd seen a ghost. I guess Nyjel took note of Quan's expression because it seemed like he was mentally putting the pieces together.
"what happened?" Aug asked, making his way over to me, "is that—"
"Devon," I answered
Seconds later they were dragging him from the room, right in front of the eyes of all the terrified fans who just wanted an autograph.
