Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Twenty Two

I told you guys my updates would be more frequent, so here you go. This chapter follows right after the events of Chapter Twenty Two, so you may want to go back and reread it just for a reminder. The drama is finally here! I need feedback from all of you guys, no 'this is good, update' crap. Details people, or you will get called out! Also sorry it's so short guys, I just wanted to get this out for you guys!

Other than that, enjoy the chapter, and tell me what you think! Melanie's in the multimedia!

Chapter Twenty Two

 

Michael Stevenson (Tyga)

Shit shit shit. Everything had messed up. Two hours ago Dom and his crew were headed to where they thought Chance was to take that nigga out, but something had went wrong, someone had snitched again, and Chance wasn't there.

Then Dom had gotten a call from Melanie, crying and screaming about being kidnapped. How had Chance found out where she was hiding out?

"Everything's so messed up right now." I groaned and smashed my fist into the steering wheel, making a big ass honk.

How had something gone wrong, again?! Our plan was bulletproof, but still Chance was one step ahead. How? I had no idea. Dom was texting and calling me every other second, crying about Melanie. I wasn’t answering though, I was waiting for the ransom call from Chance I knew was coming. My phone vibrated from the passenger seat, and I looked over at it. It was a blocked number, so I picked it up quickly.

"Yo."

Chance's ugly ass laugh filled my ear, he was making fun of me. Damn, I really needed to murk this nigga now.

"Wassup Michael? You tried to get me again young blood? I thought you were smarter than that! If you weren't so stupid I would've recruited you to my team, but it's too late. You can't take me out nigga, I'm GOD IN THESE STREETS NIGGA." Chance barked in my ear and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. Did this nigga really believe he was God? This nigga sounded like Kanye West when he was on his Yeezus shit.

"I didn't call to talk though, I was calling to let you know I got your bitch. What happened to that little mixed thing you were with? I like her better personally, this Spanish one talks too much." Chance just kept taunting me, and there was nothing I could do, and that was killing me.

"Michael you there? You want this tamale or can I have her? My team would run through in a heartbeat." He laughed and I could feel the body temperature rising and rising.

"Where she at?" I finally asked.

“Brooklyn Street, come get her before 12, or else this bitch is burning up with her in it. Oh and Michael, no funny shit, or else I'm wasting you and the broad.”

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There was only one building on Brooklyn Street, so I knew exactly where Melanie was. Damn man, I didn't want to be out here right now, the only reason I was doing this was because of Dom.

When I had met Chance I honestly didn't know what I was up against, but now that I knew, this nigga wasn't worth it.

"Shit man." I mumbled to myself as I parked my car on the side of the road and locked it behind me. I didn't know if I wanted to bring a gun, but Dom had always told me to stay prepared for anything, so I was going to.