Twelve

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Chop's POV

I know these niggahs got my baby and the thought of what he could be doing to her has my blood boiling. We went to the store and she was gone. I asked a few people about her and they told me she walked out with two men. I need to find her before shit is to late. I drove to one of his original spots and let the niggahs have it. Rushed inside and she was no where to be found.

I went to his bitches houses but she wasn't there either. I ended them hoes lives. I went to find the niggah Slim, he said he didn't know anything so I had Justin break his jaw with his pistol! I called Rocko who works for me at the house and he said he tracked down Ant's phone. I told him to try the gps on the truck she left in and her phone. While he was doing that I drove to the area the phone was tracking from and it was a wooded area.

Rocko called me back with the information I needed. The car and my babies phone was in the same area. I drove around looking for my car. Twenty-five minutes later I found the house. I have this feeling that I'm to late! We all geared up and rushed in the house. When we rushed threw the front door, we was in the living room, my boys ended five niggahs lives in there. Three more niggahs came out shooting.

I got hit in my right arm but hit a niggah in his head. I headed down a hall with a few niggahs. We got to the first room and it was empty. Second room had five niggahs in there, we just started busting. I felt a hot sharp pain in my back and when I turned around a niggah was holding a nine, pointed at me but before he got his next shot out Lucky ended his life! I turned and went to the last bedroom.

Before I could open the door, Kings bitch ass came out the bathroom and we was finally face to face! I put the gun to his head and before I ended his life, he said: "Now I know why you're in love! She got that good good!" He was smiling when he said it and that's how his life ended. His words played in my head over and over. I got snapped out my thoughts when I heard Peter scream my name.

I walked into the third bedroom and my heart broke! She was beat badly, tied up naked and her eyes was closed. I rushed over to her, threw my jacket over her body and demanded they untied her. Before I picked her up into my arms I noticed Bre and three niggahs was on the floor with guns to the back of their heads. I told them to get up on their knees and face me because I want to see their faces.

Me: What the fuck you do to her bitch!

Bre: Just a little fun! She enjoyed every minute!

Me: What the fuck you do to her! Who put their hands on her?

Bre: I beat the fuck out of her with the help of my boys and my pops fucked her good twice, I got a taste but you ruined it before my boys got the chance to enjoy her!

Me: You dirty bitch, I should kill you but that would give you the easy way out bitch!

Bre: Don't worry I have it all recorded and you're going to love how she called and prayed for you to save her!

I couldn't take her mouth no more, I kicked her dead in her shit, she fell to the floor and I just started beating the fuck out of her until Lucky pulled me off her. We turned our attention back to happiness and I told three of my niggahs to call the police and stay with her. I know that if we all stayed, we was going to jail so I left niggahs that had no felonies and their guns was registered to them with my baby because I know they won't be going to jail for that long.

When we got outside, my head got light and I dropped to the ground. Lucky and Justin picked me up, carried me to the truck and drove me to the hospital. When we got inside and the lady at the desk saw me, she called for back up and I passed out!

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