niggaâs shit and heâs running her ass down to get his shit back thatâs on her,â I said flatly.
âCâmon, Matt. Please. Stop the car. We canât just leave her out here to get killed,â Lauren screamed, whipping her head around frantically.
Yancy was on the side of the street flailing her hands wildly at our car and thatâs when I could see that her face was all bloody, her shirt was ripped exposing one of her titties, and her hair was tossed atop her head like a wild birdâs nest. Somebody had fucked her up pretty damn good.
Lauren kept pressing me to stop for the girl. I couldnât stand to hear Lauren begging and all upset like that so I finally gave in.
âGotdamn! You about to get me involved in some shit that might have me catch a fuckinâ body out here all for some ho that you donât even know like that,â I grumbled. I finally relented, bust a U-turn, and pulled Laurenâs whip up to where Yancy was standing. Yancy looked horrible standing there rocking on her legs like she was about to piss on herself. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth pretty bad.
Lauren rolled down her window and without hesitation Lauren yelled to Yancy, âGet in! Get in!â
Yancy frantically opened the door and scrambled into the backseat of the Benz. I could smell the strong scent of blood on her.
âOh my God! Thank you for stopping. He was trying to kill me! Please donât let him find me!â she cried. She crouched her body down on the floor of the car instead of sitting on the backseat.
âPlease donât let him get me! I will do anything to repay you, just donât let that crazy motherfucka kill me,â Yancy begged. She was so scared I could hear her teeth chattering.
Just then we all heard the screech of tires behind us. I looked up into the rearview mirror. The headlights of a truck were bearing down on the back of the car like it was about to ram into the back of it.
âThatâs him! Please drive!â Yancy yelled, kicking her feet and hitting the back of the driverâs-side chair. âDonât let him get me!â
âDrive, Matt! Drive!â Lauren screamed too. I floored the gas pedal and looked up into the rearview mirror again. Sure enough, the black Suburban was down on our ass.
âDo you see this bullshit you got us into?â I snarled at Lauren. It was too late for all of that though. We were in it now.
I whipped the Benz into the far left lane of the highway and floored the gas again. I drove right up on the car in front of me and then right before I hit the back of it I swerved in front of the car in the right lane. The car I cut in front of laid on his horn but I didnât care. I was whipping that car like I was a NASCAR driver. I swerved in and out of traffic three more times. The Benz was small enough to fit in the tightest openings between cars. I looked out of my side mirror. I smiled when I saw that the black Suburban was stuck in the left lane behind like three other cars.
âHeâs coming!â Lauren shouted. She saw the same thing that I saw. The SUV had swerved over in an attempt to get behind us but I was faster.
âNah, that nigga canât touch me. Iâm nice,â I said. My adrenaline was pumping now. I threw the Benz into high third gear and laid on the gas. I moved at top speed and slipped into the far right lane. Within a few seconds of missing it I swerved to the right and acted like I was getting off the exit. I waited until the SUV was close and with no warning I quickly maneuvered the Benz over the grass and back onto the highway.
âNigga thought I was getting off the exit!â I yelled out. I heard horns blaring. It was too late. The Suburban couldnât get out of the exit fast enough. There were too many cars whizzing by for him to jump back on without killing himself. I had stuck his ass in the exit. He had no choice but to get off the exit.
âCâmon, Matt. Please. Stop the car. We canât just leave her out here to get killed,â Lauren screamed, whipping her head around frantically.
Yancy was on the side of the street flailing her hands wildly at our car and thatâs when I could see that her face was all bloody, her shirt was ripped exposing one of her titties, and her hair was tossed atop her head like a wild birdâs nest. Somebody had fucked her up pretty damn good.
Lauren kept pressing me to stop for the girl. I couldnât stand to hear Lauren begging and all upset like that so I finally gave in.
âGotdamn! You about to get me involved in some shit that might have me catch a fuckinâ body out here all for some ho that you donât even know like that,â I grumbled. I finally relented, bust a U-turn, and pulled Laurenâs whip up to where Yancy was standing. Yancy looked horrible standing there rocking on her legs like she was about to piss on herself. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth pretty bad.
Lauren rolled down her window and without hesitation Lauren yelled to Yancy, âGet in! Get in!â
Yancy frantically opened the door and scrambled into the backseat of the Benz. I could smell the strong scent of blood on her.
âOh my God! Thank you for stopping. He was trying to kill me! Please donât let him find me!â she cried. She crouched her body down on the floor of the car instead of sitting on the backseat.
âPlease donât let him get me! I will do anything to repay you, just donât let that crazy motherfucka kill me,â Yancy begged. She was so scared I could hear her teeth chattering.
Just then we all heard the screech of tires behind us. I looked up into the rearview mirror. The headlights of a truck were bearing down on the back of the car like it was about to ram into the back of it.
âThatâs him! Please drive!â Yancy yelled, kicking her feet and hitting the back of the driverâs-side chair. âDonât let him get me!â
âDrive, Matt! Drive!â Lauren screamed too. I floored the gas pedal and looked up into the rearview mirror again. Sure enough, the black Suburban was down on our ass.
âDo you see this bullshit you got us into?â I snarled at Lauren. It was too late for all of that though. We were in it now.
I whipped the Benz into the far left lane of the highway and floored the gas again. I drove right up on the car in front of me and then right before I hit the back of it I swerved in front of the car in the right lane. The car I cut in front of laid on his horn but I didnât care. I was whipping that car like I was a NASCAR driver. I swerved in and out of traffic three more times. The Benz was small enough to fit in the tightest openings between cars. I looked out of my side mirror. I smiled when I saw that the black Suburban was stuck in the left lane behind like three other cars.
âHeâs coming!â Lauren shouted. She saw the same thing that I saw. The SUV had swerved over in an attempt to get behind us but I was faster.
âNah, that nigga canât touch me. Iâm nice,â I said. My adrenaline was pumping now. I threw the Benz into high third gear and laid on the gas. I moved at top speed and slipped into the far right lane. Within a few seconds of missing it I swerved to the right and acted like I was getting off the exit. I waited until the SUV was close and with no warning I quickly maneuvered the Benz over the grass and back onto the highway.
âNigga thought I was getting off the exit!â I yelled out. I heard horns blaring. It was too late. The Suburban couldnât get out of the exit fast enough. There were too many cars whizzing by for him to jump back on without killing himself. I had stuck his ass in the exit. He had no choice but to get off the exit.
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