Aiden.

I woke up early the next morning, deciding to go for a walk..

I plugged in my earphones with "Sacrifices" by Big Sean and Migos on full blast.

I actually love hip hop, it's like poetry with an instrumental.

Big Sean is my favorite.

Some of the women gave me longing looks.

I ignored them.

My heart is already taken, plus I'm no player.
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When I got home, I took a quick shower and threw on a jeans and a jersey.

I headed downstairs, got into my car and headed to the airport to pick up my friends.
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When I got there, it was crowded.

I got a cardboard and a marker.

I wrote "Mike, Shyla and Paul" and waited.

Soon enough, they arrived, Paul dragging his suitcase with one hand and holding Shyla's hand.

How sweet.

Mike looked around.

"Where's Aiden?" he asked.

"Mike!" I yelled.

They walked towards me and enveloped me in a big hug.

"Okay I love you guys, but you're killing my manliness." said Mike.

We pulled away and I smiled at Paul and Shyla.

"I take it the reason why the two of you were always together whenever I called was..."

Paul colored and Shyla looked away.

"Could we discuss this somewhere else?" she asked nervously, her accent becoming richer.

"We're going home."
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When we got back, I showed everyone to their rooms, purposefully putting Paul and Shyla's room closer to each other.

We then headed downstairs to get something to eat.

I made a few sandwiches and some juice and we had that.

"So what do we do next?" asked Shyla.

"We're going to see Clarisse." I said.

"I hope she doesn't beat me up over that incident." said Mike.

Paul fake gasped.

"The great Mike is scared of a woman? Well I never!" he mocked.

"Shut up, you've never seen Clarisse put up a fight and win." I said.

"She punched Aiden." said Mike

"And?"

"She beat up Lia." I said.

"Easy people to beat. One, Aiden let her punch him."

"That shit still stung."

"When is her dad's funeral?" asked Paul.

"Tomorrow." I said.

"Oh."

"She beat up Melvin and Linda." I said.

Shyla gasped.

"About time someone beat that bitch up." she muttered.

"Melvin has been asking for that. He doesn't even deserve the wife he has." said Mike.

I nodded, surprised that Mike took notice of that.

"I hope she's okay." I said.
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A few minutes later, we were in a car heading to Clarisse's house.

Mike sat in the front with me and Paul and Shyla sat in the back.

At last, we arrived at the house.

I knocked on the door.

The door opened by itself.

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Like something was dead wrong.

I walked inside and yelled.

Paul, Shyla and Mike came running in.

"Mel!" screamed Shyla, running to her.

There was a stab wound to her stomach and she was bleeding.

Paul stood there, stunned.

"Paul, help me please!" yelled Shyla, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He rushed to Mel, picking her up and taking her to the car.

He returned.

Aaron stumbled into the living room, his head bleeding and his leg wounded.

"Aiden, you gotta help. They took Nathan and Clarisse." he said, sobbing.

"Who took them?" I asked, getting angrier with each passing minute.

"I don't know. Some men barged into the house and dragged Clarisse out. Nathan yelled for us and I ran inside in time to see one of the men hit my son behind the head and pick him up. Mel tried to get him back, but he pulled a knife and stabbed her. I fought them and they knocked me out."

He fell to the floor sobbing.

Shyla was crying and Paul held her.

Mike and I just looked pissed off.

I looked at Mike.

"Only one man I know that kidnaps in such a method. When he kidnaps, he'd knock his victims behind the head and injure any witnesses, not caring if they live or die." he said.

My heart sank.

That bastard took Nathan and Clarisse.

"What is his name?" I asked.

I will kill that bastard with my bare hands.

"Oh shit." said Mike, scrolling through his phone.

"What is it?" I growled.

"Remember I told you how that James guy sounds familiar?"

That's all I needed to hear.

"James, you desperate son of a bitch." I said.

"We can't go to that nigga's turf just like that. His men will shoot us on sight."

"Then call up your men."

"We need to call one more person." said Paul.

"And that would be?"

"Sam."

"What does Sam have to do with this?" I asked.

"Sam is a very feared man right now, call him and you won't need to call anymore men."

"Fine."
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Sam.

"Come on David, I don't want to have to shock you again. You look a bit fried." I said.

Stupid David decided to borrow money from a loan shark and not pay it back.

Who's the loan shark?

Me.

He laughed.

"Shock me all you want, you're not hurting me. I'm not gonna pay you a red cent!" he yelled.

I chuckled then walked away, returning with a bucket of water.

"Oh I won't shock you, I'll just soak you."

"What?"

"I didn't stutter. Think about it, what happens when you plug in a radio and throw it in a bathtub with somebody in it?"

His eyes widened in fear.

"You wouldn't."

"You wanna risk it?"

He shook his head.

"Oh you do?" I asked, taking out a dropper.

"Sam, please don't." he pleaded.

"Let me just give you a sample."

I took a drop of water and threw it on him.

He screamed.

"Now for the entire-"

"WAIT!" he yelled.

"I'll pay you back I'll pay you back."

"Atta boy David."

Just then my phone rang.

I turned to answer it.

From the corner of my eye I saw David making a run from it.

Or at least a limp for it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sam, what's good?" asked Mike.

I pulled out my gun and shot David.

"Everything." I said, smirking.

I haven't heard from any of them since Clara lost her memory.

"We have a problem." said Mike.

"I need every detail and I need it now."
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Sam it's good to have you back.

James is in for some deep shit.

Enjoy.

New updates coming tomorrow.

Ta ta!

-Safiello