Part 8 1/2
Jamaal
I knew when this bitch aint come home, she was probably somewhere wit her ex. Dis nigga Rico. I loaded my nine and went to the car. See what she aint realise was that I had put a tracker on her car. I did that shit when we first started fuckin around. Thats how I always knew where she was. All I had to do was pull up this app on my phone, and the location pops up. The address was across town near pacific heights. The whole way there, I wondered what I was gone do when I got there. Just get her and take her home or shoot up the place? I did love her. I know I had a fucked up way of showing it at times. My temper was always a big problem for me. Just the thought of my woman with somebody else sent a rage through my body. Once I found the place I looked around. There was no sign of Ciara's car. I guess it was possible she found the tracking device. Something told me she hadnt though. She was smarter than that. She wouldn't just leave her car out in the open. No, that was too easy. I held my phone up to see what direction to go. It let me to a house with a garage. All the blinds were closed. All the doors locked. I forced the back door open and eased inside. The house was quiet. Everything was dark. Maybe she wasnt here. Wouldn't it be some shit if I had broke into the wrong house? End up killing some innocent people and shit. I cocked my nine and walked across the kitchen to the living room. There was some light coming from under a door at the end of the hall. I pressed myself against the wall and inched my way down the hall. If she was in there, only God knows who would make it out alive......😳😳🤔🤔
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General Fictiontensions arise when Ciara realizes her boyfriend isn't the man she thought he was. Then she finds out her best friends son is missing. Can she do what it takes to hold it all together and help get her godson back before it's too late?
