Rotimi's p.o.v

I was obsessed with her. I had Lousiana in my mind, I wanted to be there... To brag to my friends and my peers that I had brought a damsel of beauty from the city. I wanted to be respected and bowed down to in honour.

Alvarez... I believed was the right guy for the job until everything turned into a lucid nightmare. What awaited me , was a future of fame and I wanted her to be there no matter the danger.

At first I thought it was some sort of prank. Yes... The dangerous pranks we used to do back in the ghetto but I was wrong. The mission was about to back fire ... It was no longer a mission!

"Hey, what's not happening?" I inquired as the bald masculine guy pulled out a pistol. What followed was a violent blow that left be sprawling on the ground.

I dragged myself up as razor-sharp bolts of pain shot up through my back. My jaws clenched in livid ridges . When I stood up another flash of pain shot up through my tight shoulder. I felt as if I had been shot.

I stumbled again as waves of a