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The barrel of Marco's gun tapped on Mia's door.
Frantically, Mia looked over at it. She knew this was coming and she thought she'd be out of Houston before they found out.
"Open the fucking door Mia, or we're going to break this bitch down." Drea yelled.
She ignored the warnings and kept trying to collect her things but it was pointless. The hinges of her door were shot off and it and came falling down. Mia tried to run, but didn't get far. Desiree grabbed her hair and slung her body back. "Going somewhere?"
Marco, Des, Drea, MJ, Anthony, Ralph and Tez stood in her living room staring at her.
"Heard you the reason my mama got a hole in her chest." Marco said while sitting on the couch. "Damn Mia, thought we was like family."
"But why though?" Ralph questioned.
"Why doesn't even matter. Her bullshit ass excuse doesn't matter. What matters is you crossed us after everything we did for you. You of all people know I don't play that shit."
"Told you this bitch was fake as hell. If yall would've let me kill her a long time ago, we wouldn't be dealing with this shit." Desi said.
"Aye, I'm not the one that stopped you."
"That's true." Desi turned to Drea. "Start believing me when I tell you bitches ain't shit."
Drea smirked. "You ain't been wrong yet. But enough talking, let's all go for a ride."
"Get her up and bring her to the car." Marco instructed before grabbing Drea's hand then headed back outside. Once they got Mia out to the car, everybody pulled off and headed to their destination.
At Marco's warehouse they had her hands tied up, a rope around her neck that hung from the ceiling as she stood on a few a crates.
"So how you link up with Vincent?" Drea asked.
"He came up to the shop, hoping to run into Marco."
"And you just offered to help him out huh? You never thought we'd catch on?"
Mia stayed quiet and Desi pulled one of the crates from her causing her to scream a little.
"I thought we had a clear understanding when I told you not to fuck with me Mia. You sat in Marco's living room, looked me and my friends in the eye and swore there was no problem."
"What's the problem, Mia?" Marco questioned.
"You never having my back. I've been around you for most of my life but you've treated me like shit the entire time. I was a good friend to you. I was always there for you Marco."
"And I wasnt there for you? Who took you off the streets when your mama kicked you out for eating pussy in her basement? Who gave you a job? Who made sure you had food on your table? Clothes on your back? WHO MIA?! Oh you mad because I sat back when Desiree wanted to kill you for being messy?"
Mia looked his dead in the eyes. "Yes. I don't know what it is about Drea and her friends that got you so blind but they all are worthless. This bitch shot Lou but you're ready to jump over the moon for her."
Unzipping her jacket, Drea exposed her neck. Everybody looked away except Marco. Mia's eyes grew at the damage. "This looks like jumping over the moon to you? I got yelled at and blamed for some shit you caused. I went to bat for you Mia. Convinced my best friend that you weren't an enemy and that you meant no harm but the entire time you were playing me." Drea grabbed another crate and pulled it. Mia started crying. "No baby, save those tears. You knew the consequences, you knew what would happen if you got caught but that didn't stop you. I warned you and obviously you thought I was joking." Lifting her foot, Drea kicked over the rest of the crates making Mia fall and immediately her airways were cut off. She kicked and kicked but it was pointless.
