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“I got this.” Looking out the window again, I noticed we were no longer going in circles, but I still had no idea where we were going. She moved her arm lower, but the gun was still aimed at my head.

“Another problem?”

“No, nigga! Damn! I said I got this.”

“It looks like you don’t, and I’m not trying to die because your hand got tired. I’m assuming killing me wasn’t the plan. So, before you do something stupid, just let me out.” She looked down at her hand as if she didn’t already know she was getting tired. The car swerved, causing the gun to shift, and my ass ducked as if that would matter.

“Can you even drive?”

“I’ll drive this bitch with my hands if I have to. Now, stop talking to me before I shoot your ass in the lip.” Not knowing if she meant it or not, I stopped for now. Obviously, hostage negotiation wasn’t my calling. I noticed she turned through Kilpatrick where the landfill was. Now I was wondering if I should have complied. It was nothing on those streets. It was used as a shortcut, but people hated driving through there because it smelled bad as fuck. If this bitch thought she was going to kill me then leave me over here with this funky ass trash, she thought wrong. We were gone be two dead, trashy mufuckas. Pulling over, she threw the car in park and jumped out. I thought she was coming to my side, but she stopped at the hood and leaned against it.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her ass was unraveling and I wasn’t about to wait to see what that looked like. Keeping my eyes on her, I slowly eased my hand towards the bottom of my shirt. I eased it up until I felt my gun. It didn’t matter who she was or what she wanted. Dead bodies gave answers too, and I might not get this chance again. My fingers went around the gun at the exact moment she snatched her Shiesty off. I looked at her shocked. Bubbles. What the fuck? I knew that face better than I cared to admit. She randomly popped up in my thoughts, but this was nowhere near the visual I saw.

Knowing it was now or never, I looked at her one last time. My hand was still on my gun, and all I had to do was pull it. Letting it go, I pulled my shirt back down. She was still talking to herself, but I was thinking. Knowing it was her was somehow changing what I felt needed to be done. Not everything though. She still had two guns, holding me hostage, and I had no idea what she wanted. More importantly, I didn’t know what she knew. If Bubbles knew I was Tax, the outcome was still going to be the same. If she didn’t, I could give her a minute. At least long enough for me to figure out what she wanted.

“How the fuck you take a nigga and don’t have nowhere to take him?” Bubbles was still talking to herself, and I sat and watched her. Even though I was amused, seeing that it was her didn’t suddenly make me stupid. If she came to the conclusion she needed to kill me, her ass had to go. “Hot damn! Earl’s lake house.” My antennas perked up when she said that. Who the fuck was Earl? Out of nowhere, I laughed to myself. I could hear Key like, Nigga, this girl just kidnapped you, but you worried about what nigga house she taking you to. She walked back to the car with a new attitude and climbed inside. She put the car in drive, looked at me, and threw it back in park. Bubbles pointed the gun at me with a new look of confidence.

“Get yo hoe ass in the trunk.”

“You tried it. Your ass got a better chance of keeping that lil mufucka pointed at me until we get wherever we going.” Rolling her eyes, she put the car back in drive.

“Fine, but you better sit your big ass over there and shut the fuck up.” Smiling under my mask, I leaned back. Her lil ass really thought she was running something, and for now, I’d let her.

The further she drove, the more I thought about what she could possibly want from me. Realizing it was Bubbles explained why I didn’t put a bullet in her head and continued to play this game. It didn’t explain why she had taken me. I remember Key saying she came from a family of scammers, but I would hope she didn’t do all this thinking I would let her in my accounts. Until I knew the answer, I wasn’t getting too comfortable.

We exited the expressway and were now on some dark ass road. No streetlights, and no other cars in sight. She had been driving for over an hour now, and I had relaxed some. I could have low key took a nap if my mind wasn’t flooded with questions. Finally, she pulled into a driveway. It was so damn dark you couldn’t see the address. Getting out, she walked to the porch, leaving me in the car again. This was the second time tonight she gave me the space to take her out if I wanted to. Instead, I watched her open the door and turn on the lights before she walked back to the car. I don’t know what kind of kidnapper she was, but she didn’t need to ever do this shit again. She raised her gun at me.

“Get out.” My lil kidnapper was trying to remind me who was in charge. I climbed out of the car and walked toward the house with her behind me. She walked me through the house, turning the lights on along the way. We finally reached a basement door. I noticed it locked from the outside, which was probably why she brought me here. Once we got downstairs, I almost nodded in approval and said not bad. There was a bed in the corner, couch, big screen TV, and a bathroom. When I got all the way inside, I noticed she stopped walking behind me, so I reached for the mask.

“Did I tell your ass you could take that off?”

“This mufucka hot.”

“So the fuck what.” Biting down the words I wanted to say, I decided to ask.

“Can I take this off, please?” Her ass stood there and thought about it as if me having the mask on made a difference. Waving the gun at me, she agreed.

“Fine.” When I pulled it off, Bubbles froze. Her entire body went still, and her eyes got big as fuck. Now, I was confused. That wasn’t recognition finally settling in after spending all night trying to keep me captive. That was surprise. I almost fell out laughing. Well, I’ll be damned! She didn’t know it was me. So, who the fuck did she think she kidnapped? Her ass was standing there looking at me like a kid that opened the wrong present on Christmas. If it wasn’t about me, Bubbles had gotten herself in some shit, and judging by everything I’d seen tonight, she didn’t have a clue or a plan. I had no idea what the fuck was going on, but I wanted to, and that should have bothered me more than it did. How did I go from getting kidnapped by this girl to wanting to help her? Bubbles was still staring at me, and from the look in her eyes, seeing me had created a whole new problem for her. Knowing I was going to enjoy this more than I should, I finally smiled.

“Damn, if you really didn’t want me buying you a drink, all you had to do was say that.”

Simone “Bubbles” Stanton

Out of all the niggas that could have walked out of that trap, it had to be the fine nigga from the club. His stare was making me uncomfortable, so I turned my head and looked around the basement. I wasn’t looking at anything in particular. I just didn’t want to look at his fine ass. I was happy as hell the electricity was still on. I hadn’t thought about that when I decided to bring him here. We hadn’t been here since I was in high school, but somebody had to still come around if the lights were still working. I prayed whoever it was didn’t bring they ass by here until this was over. The last thing I needed was somebody popping up and finding a whole kidnapped nigga in the basement.

My eyes somehow made their way back over to him. Fuck! He was still fine. My pussy cat started meowing loud as hell, but she could shut her ass up. Now was not the time for her shenanigans. I shifted my weight. I was trying my best to ignore what was happening between my legs. I had a boyfriend sitting in jail with a hit on him because of me, a man I kidnapped standing in front of me, and somehow my pussy decided this was the perfect time to wake her ass up. Bitch, read the room. It didn’t help that his eyes were still on me. I already ignored his bait about the drink.

“Why you looking at me like that?” This nigga was the one staring at me, but his ass mad because I’m looking back.

“What were you doing at the trap?” I was not about to fall into his shit. We were here for a reason. Even if my pussy didn’t seem to know what it was, I did.

“Why?”

“Because I asked you. Somehow, you keep forgetting who is in charge here.” He tried to scoff under his breath, but I heard it.

“I was there to meet somebody.” I thought about the day I robbed them. Other people were bringing money to do a big drop. I wondered if the same thing was happening tonight. More importantly, I wondered what his position was in the operation. Either way, I needed him to get me to the head.

“I need you to call your boss.” His eyebrows bunched together as if he didn’t understand what I was asking.