Miserable

Bmore City

Getting off at the Baltimore exit was like dejavu. I was at the center of what was now a war between my crew and Kings crew. Upon my return I had to be very careful in my interactions with Ming should I encounter him. Key told me to continue spinning him and now that Domo is dead, it's only a matter of time before King comes sniffing around. Luckily I'm no dummy but I have been missing in action for a while. I've always kept a low profile for this very reason. I don't need or want to be missed. I don't need anyone asking questions or looking for me.

I pulled up to my White Marsh Apartments it was quiet as normal but the parking lot was half full. On a weekend that just wasn't the norm. I made two full circulations through the complex before pulling into my carport. Something felt wrong as soon as I put my Jeep in Park. I opted to leave Nova in New York and I felt exposed without him. I did however still have my gun which was now cocked and ready to go. I step out of my car and made my way to the breezeway area and noticed the apartment across from my own had been kicked in. The door frame
Of the apartment was cracked and there was a visible hole through the doors center. Whoever broke in had to have done so recently so I had to think on my feet. I put my hand inside the hood and put my finger on the trigger in case anyone was around. I calmly enter my apartment and closed and locked the door. Almost as soon as I walked in I went straight for the door bolt to place at the front door. I made up my mind that my Jeep had been seen too many places so I went to the back room of the apartment to open the safe. I have another car I've been storing for the last year. In the city parking isn't abundant so I had a nice black Challenger in a self storage unit. The day I bought I was the day it went in. I had the keys in the safe so I grabbed my big duffle and put the money and keys in. The apartment was more of a stash house so I didn't have much there but all I did have I packed quickly. Switching into black leggings, a small T-shirt and some Tim's, I grabbed my baseball cap and proceeded to head for the door. Before I could reach the hall I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. The voice sounding familiar I knew I had to make my exit very soon and very cautiously. I ran to my back bedroom and headed straight for the closet. Closing the door behind me I stood on the closet shelf and holstered myself up through to the attic. I specifically chose this unit because the attic connects to the empty apartment next door that I pay to remain empty under another name that management knows nothing about. I made it up in joy enough time as I could hear the voices now starting to bang on the apartment door. I hurried and shimmer through the attic opening to find the apartment next doors closet entrance. The moment I found it I heard a loud and final BANG!!! At the door as you could hear the door fling open. I froze in my pursuit to open the door as I heard three people enter my apartment. I thought to myself who knows me? Who knows I'm here? Not even Key knows about this place specifically. As if on queue my phone began to buzz and light up in my bag. I grab it off the attic floor and suspend it in the air to avoid further noise. I whispered  "who the fuck is this calling right now!?" I waited until the buzzing stopped to creep the attic door open to the new apartment. Time was running out and if they got to the back room they would be able to hear me crawling. I let down the attic latter and landed inside quickly to put the latter back in its secure location. The storage unit was only 25 minutes away and driving the Jeep was clearly no longer an option. I opened the duffle looking through my things for my cellphone. I opened it to find a missed call from King. Instantly it began to ring again. "Of all The times to call he does so while my shit getting broken into?" I said to myself  "Set-Up". The only reason he wasn't to see me for that date was to make sure I wasn't there. He was trying to test my timing but now that Domo has gone missing their trying to connect the dots. "It's something bout this dude I'm
Missing,  how does he know about the hideout spot I've only been here maybe three times in the last month."  I knew I thought I saw someone the last time I was here. I got on the phone and called a private car to pick me up. I could still hear men next door so I spoke softly in the from the apartment to avoid noise. " Yes a luxury car with limo tinted windows. I'll be paying in cash. Pick up for Sug in 15". "Sug" was an emergency name I used when in distress out here. My homie Junior owns this company and I looked out for him so he kept this emergency code just Incase I was ever out here and needed to get ghost fast! Next thing I know 13 minutes later a knock on the door. I looked out to see the driver waiting at the front steps as planned. Because of the position of the apartment I walked out the front door with the driver without even being noticed. In route to the car I saw out the corner of my right eye, two men peering through my Jeep window. This is why I never left anything out, everything I used and needed I kept in my bag never in the car. Without breaking stride and without appearing to pay attention I got into the car and minutes later I was at Cool Self Storage. I was unsure if I was seen so I quickly grabbed my duffle and headed through the gate for my storage container. Arriving I quickly jumped in and sped off " I gotta get home!"  I made a B Line for Baltimore I had two places to hit before I made my way back to New York. In route home I thought to myself I saw King outside of the bank so In fact it would not be okay to make that trip now. I would have to leave it behind for now and come back for it later. If these niggas know where the hide out is they definitely remember where my bank is. I dipped off to my main crib. I had to make shit happen and make shit happen fast. I pulled up in a rush without thinking I took off running into the house. I grabbed another two duffle bags filled them with clothes and grabbed a trash bag and filled it with shoes. The apartment was almost bare with nothing but expensive furniture remaining in less then 15 minutes. I took a final look around and to take in the scene. I know I could never
Come back here alone or it would surely mean death. Something else was going on and I was going to get to the bottom of it.