okay?” Yamin asked.
“I’m fine. Everybody is fine. Thankfully no one was hurt,” Aucelie answered.
“Alright, let’s go Aasir so we can catch up to Manny and Emmanuel,” Yamin said.
“Y’all be careful, please. Let this be the last time we have to mourn in this way,” Aucelie solemnly said.
She stepped to the side and Yamin and Aasir bolted past her heading towards the door. She clasped her hands together and prayed that they would find whomever it was driving that Chevy, and hoped that when they did that they would all safely return, Ashley included. When she turned around, she spotted Patrice’s eyes buried on her face and it caused a cool chill to run through her body. She didn’t know what was up with that, but kept it moving as she went through to reassure that everyone was okay.
HACKED
The days had calmly passed and there were still no signs of Ashley. Manny and Emmanuel pursued the red Chevy for over thirty minutes before they lost it leaving them in the same position they started in. There were no leads or even a clue as to who was behind the chaos, but that hadn’t been the worse part. All communication had ceased from whoever had Ashley, not another note or another video. They had no idea if she was okay or better yet if she was even still alive.
“Ya, I’m staying out here,” Manny said as he fired up a cigarette.
Yamin nodded his head and walked the sidewalk that led to Cortez's town home. He was exhausted and it showed in every step he took. He couldn't remember the last time he slept a wink and honestly didn't care. He was too scared to close his eyes for too long in fear that he would lose time. Every minute that Ashley was missing was a minute too long.
His family was hurting and finding her was the only thing that would bring them comfort. As to be expected, Donica was a mess and called him every single day crying. He only wished that the next time she called he could pick up the phone with good news instead of false hopes.
The FBI was involved and doing what they could to find her. An Amber Alert had been issued and Ashley's face was everywhere, but everything seemed to be for nothing. He needed some kind of idea, some kind of clue as to what was going on. All he knew was that he'd taken something from someone and they were now having a great time taking from him. It was a torturous game that they were playing. Had they told him who they were or just what he had taken, he would gladly replace it. Nothing was greater than the life of Ashley. Not one thing.
Yamin placed the key into the lock and twisted it until it clicked. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. The cool air that hit him caused his body to tremble as he looked around in sadness. He'd spent plenty of time at this place and had a great deal of memories to last him a lifetime. As he stepped further into the townhouse, he could swear that he heard Cortez’s laugh. He could surely smell him.
He walked over to the fireplace and picked up a picture that he and his brothers had taken the last time they were all together at Cortez’s place. He remembered that night the picture had been taken clearly.
“What you mean you missing a hundred stacks? Where the hell is it?” Aasir asked with raised brows. He took a tug of the Kush and blew out a thick cloud of smoke. He was sitting in Cortez’s recliner with his legs propped on the table, enjoying the night. He felt good since The Versace League had just completed another successful job that garnered them over fifteen million dollars for a few day’s worth of work. They had been hired to steal a safety deposit box from inside of a federal bank. None of them knew what the safety deposit box held, but knew
“I’m fine. Everybody is fine. Thankfully no one was hurt,” Aucelie answered.
“Alright, let’s go Aasir so we can catch up to Manny and Emmanuel,” Yamin said.
“Y’all be careful, please. Let this be the last time we have to mourn in this way,” Aucelie solemnly said.
She stepped to the side and Yamin and Aasir bolted past her heading towards the door. She clasped her hands together and prayed that they would find whomever it was driving that Chevy, and hoped that when they did that they would all safely return, Ashley included. When she turned around, she spotted Patrice’s eyes buried on her face and it caused a cool chill to run through her body. She didn’t know what was up with that, but kept it moving as she went through to reassure that everyone was okay.
HACKED
The days had calmly passed and there were still no signs of Ashley. Manny and Emmanuel pursued the red Chevy for over thirty minutes before they lost it leaving them in the same position they started in. There were no leads or even a clue as to who was behind the chaos, but that hadn’t been the worse part. All communication had ceased from whoever had Ashley, not another note or another video. They had no idea if she was okay or better yet if she was even still alive.
“Ya, I’m staying out here,” Manny said as he fired up a cigarette.
Yamin nodded his head and walked the sidewalk that led to Cortez's town home. He was exhausted and it showed in every step he took. He couldn't remember the last time he slept a wink and honestly didn't care. He was too scared to close his eyes for too long in fear that he would lose time. Every minute that Ashley was missing was a minute too long.
His family was hurting and finding her was the only thing that would bring them comfort. As to be expected, Donica was a mess and called him every single day crying. He only wished that the next time she called he could pick up the phone with good news instead of false hopes.
The FBI was involved and doing what they could to find her. An Amber Alert had been issued and Ashley's face was everywhere, but everything seemed to be for nothing. He needed some kind of idea, some kind of clue as to what was going on. All he knew was that he'd taken something from someone and they were now having a great time taking from him. It was a torturous game that they were playing. Had they told him who they were or just what he had taken, he would gladly replace it. Nothing was greater than the life of Ashley. Not one thing.
Yamin placed the key into the lock and twisted it until it clicked. He turned the knob and pushed the door open. The cool air that hit him caused his body to tremble as he looked around in sadness. He'd spent plenty of time at this place and had a great deal of memories to last him a lifetime. As he stepped further into the townhouse, he could swear that he heard Cortez’s laugh. He could surely smell him.
He walked over to the fireplace and picked up a picture that he and his brothers had taken the last time they were all together at Cortez’s place. He remembered that night the picture had been taken clearly.
“What you mean you missing a hundred stacks? Where the hell is it?” Aasir asked with raised brows. He took a tug of the Kush and blew out a thick cloud of smoke. He was sitting in Cortez’s recliner with his legs propped on the table, enjoying the night. He felt good since The Versace League had just completed another successful job that garnered them over fifteen million dollars for a few day’s worth of work. They had been hired to steal a safety deposit box from inside of a federal bank. None of them knew what the safety deposit box held, but knew
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