Duffle Bag Bitches (17 page)

“Don’t worry about mine nigga, I got this.” Zane popped his collar.

“Tell him daddy.” Shannon stroked his ego.

“See, you hear that?” Zane pointed to her.

“Man take yo ass to your car. Talk that shit when you come back in.” Dallas laughed.

Zane was laughing as he stepped out the door. He was half way to his car when a 45 touched his temple and a voice he didn’t know told him. “Nigga don’t move or you’re dead!”

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