Chapter forty two Coma

Brandon pace the living room as he wait for his friend to arrive, he had called him about twenty minutes ago and as he pace everything that had just happened kept running through his mind, and the more he thinks about it the angrier he got.

"This better be a hell of an emergency because I had to leave a very sexy Shorty in my bed to come here." His friend said as he entered the house. "The bitch lied about everything, about the house, the pickney being mine; everything but it na go so, not a rass, it na go so," Brandon fumed. "I tell you dat bitch was trouble and how she was coming onto me but you didn't believe me, now you know." His friend said looking around.

"She had me paying rent for this house when her man already buy it cash, all my money has gone down the drain, you know how much money me spend pon dat gal?" Brandon sneered. "So what you waiting for, clean out the bitch," His friend said and went upstairs. Brandon follows him and after putting on his shirt he got a bag and empties all the jewelry he could find into it. His friend began searching her room and whistles when he pulled some clothes from a draw and found a wad of cash underneath. He throws it to Brandon who began counting it. "Four hundred and fifty grand, nice I'll take this." He said grabbing the bag.

They were leaving when his friend draw his attention to her B.M.W that was parked in the driveway. "Hey Brandon, what about that, it's worth more than everything you have in that bag or in your hand." "I know, but it has an auto tracker on it that will have the police on my ass in ten seconds," Brandon said running his hands along the side of the car.

"Not necessarily, I can disarm it in less than five and have it mince in less than an hour." His friend said taking out his phone "Sounds tempting but….I don't know about this, I mean I want the bitch to pay but I don't want to end up in prison in the process." His friend chuckles went back inside and grabs the car keys off the table.

"And that's why you have me. When were you planning on taking that trip overseas?" His friend asks searching the interior of the car and handing him some papers and a few more jewelries. "Next month, why?" "Scratch dat, you're leaving tonight, take my car, go home, pack some clothes, grab your papers and meet me at this address." "Are you sure you can pull this off dawg?" Brandon asks. "Have we met? Go, I got this."

An hour later Mr. Jackson ran his hands over his face as he enters the waiting room, "How is he?" His wife asks with tears in her eyes. "He has slipped into a coma," Mr. Jackson said tiredly. "Can we see him?" Janice asks softly. "Mr. Jackson nods and led them towards the room his son was in.

"If my little brother doesn't walk out of here alive, I'm ending that bitch," Caleb said angrily as he follows his father. "Whoa, brother waits a minute," Fabian said stopping Caleb in his tracks as his family continues on their way. "Now you know I love you, even though you're a hothead but you really have to stop using phrases like ending people, that's the same kind of talk and action that got you in trouble the last time." Fabian states.

"You know, when you attacked that guy at Anna's sweet sixteen birthday party and I know you don't need me to remind you of how many strings dad had to pull to keep your ass out of prison," Fabian reminds him. "That disgusting pig diss my little sister by grabbing her ass without her permission but that's child's play compared to what I've in store for that witch if Ty doesn't make it out of here alive,"

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