Bonded by Blood by Cash

Author:Cash
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Trust No Man, CASH, Wahida Clark, Fiction
Publisher: Wahida Clark Presents Publishing
Published: 2011-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

After several hours of stuntin’, Lamar chose one of the thirsty females who were sweating him and mashed out. The chic was giving him slow neck as he headed down Memorial Drive to a motel. The whip was swerving like the driver was DUI.

“Stupid ass nigga gon’ fuck around and get pulled over,” B-Man worried as they followed Lamar at a discreet distance.

“I think shorty braining him,” said Bed-Stuy. “I don’t see her head.”

“We bodying the ho, too?”

“You know how I rock—no witnesses.”

They followed Lamar to the Motel 6 further out on Memorial Drive, where he parked and dashed inside to get a room while the chick waited in the car.

“Dayum! I was hoping he took her to his crib, I know the nigga got some chips wherever he rest at,” said Bed-Stuy. A frustrated frown was etched on his face.

“It is what it is,” remarked B-Man. He was ready to nod Lamar and get it over with.

“Let’s go do this nigga,” he said as soon as they saw Lamar come back toward his whip.

Bed-Stuy moved in sync with his man as they both slid out of the vehicle and crept up on their target, catching Lamar just as he was pulling open his car door.

“Get on in, nigga!” growled B-Man with his strap pressed against Lamar’s temple. Bed-Stuy ran around to the other side of the whip and yanked open the passenger door.

“If you even let out a sound I’ma push ya wig back!” Bed-Stuy warned the chick.

He forced her into the back of the vehicle and pressed her forehead to the floor.

In the front seat, B-Man forced Lamar to do the same, then searched his waist for a strap. Not finding one, B-Man made Lamar clasp his hands together behind his back in case he had a strap stashed somewhere within arm’s reach. He went inside of Lamar’s pockets and removed the stacks he was carrying.

“Yeah, lil’ bitch-ass nigga, you thought this shit was a game didn’t you?” he taunted.

“Nah, man. I was gonna pay your brother!” cried Lamar, recognizing B-Man.

“Too late!”

The two gunshots that followed sounded like loud claps of thunder. In the back seat Bed-Stuy didn’t hesitate to silence the scream that filled the car after the girl realized what had just happened to Lamar.

Boc! Boc! Boc!

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