Free ADDICTED TO HIM II by Linette King

aggressively. Smack! “The fuck you hit me for?” the cabbie yelled.
    “How the fuck you grab the wrong bitch, bruh?!” Steve asked.
    “I knew what kind of car she had. The bitch that was in the driver’s seat wasn’t her though! By the time I snatched the wrong bitch, the right one started shooting!” the cabbie exclaimed, which caused my eyes to shoot open.
    Tamia was shooting? She had a new friend? So, she just said fuck Armani, huh? I got abducted because she stopped an assault that could have prevented all of this from happening and she replaced me! Now I’m being tortured daily by a woman that I’m not really even sure if she’s a woman or not! I can’t wait until I get out of here, so I can teach her and her new friend a lesson! You don’t fuck with Armani Wright!
    My breathing became irregular and the more I thought about Tamia having a new friend, the angrier I became. I found it hard to catch my breath as I breathed faster and faster. “Look,” the cabbie said to Steve, which caused them both to look in my direction. I could feel my cheeks flushing as I hyperventilated and tried hard to calm my nerves.
    “Oh shit, yummy! Breathe, baby, breathe!” Steve screamed in my face as I continued to hyperventilate. I was confused as to why he would kidnap me and not hurt me himself. Instead, he allowed the lady to hurt me every day. “Baby, don’t die on me. I love you,” he said with tears welled up in his eyes. I could feel myself about to lose consciousness but I was fighting hard as hell to stay alive. I couldn’t go out like this! Not here! The deck was already stacked against me from birth. I couldn’t go out like this. “Go start the car! I gotta get her to a hospital.” Steve said to the cabbie.
    “Wait. What?” the cabbie asked, probably as confused as I am.
    “GO!” Steve yelled, which cause him to jump up and run out of the room.
    I could feel Steve untying the ropes but I couldn’t see well. Purple dots started to cloud my vision. He scooped me up, ran out of the house, and tossed me in the backseat before getting in with me. “Hold on yummy! Don’t die on me! We have so much we have to do together!” Steve said as he rocked my body in his. Tears were streaming down my cheeks because I was scared that I was about to die.
    I haven’t lived or loved! I just been going through the motions. Nobody will ever remember me if I die like this. I can’t even die a survivor. “Help…. me.” I forced out before I passed out.
     
    Tamia
     
    I was a nervous wreck as Candy weaved in and out of traffic as she followed closely behind Deuce’s truck. I prayed hard for God to save him because we had already passed two hospitals. Being from the streets, I know they don’t normally take their boys to the emergency room. I thought it was just for gunshots though. We could have made up a story about how he got hit over the head. Of course, I’d have to change so they wouldn’t think he and I got into a fight and arrest him later, but we could have come up with something good. “Are we going to Deuce’s house?” I asked Candy.
    “Naw, we going to Doc’s house. We’re almost there,” she answered without taking her eyes off of Deuce’s truck. I started to wonder why she was watching his truck so hard if she knew where she was going. I decided against asking though.
    A few minutes later, we pulled up to the biggest house I had ever seen in my life. Candy parked next to Deuce as a stocky white man about 5'3" walked out of the house followed by two women. Both of them were as short as me but the difference between the two were that one was slim and light skinned while the other was thick and dark skinned.
    “What’s up Doc?” Deuce asked and gave the stocky man dap before he returned to his truck. I thought it was rude that he didn’t acknowledge the women at all.
    “Nothing much my man. Let’s get our guy inside, shall we?” Doc said and turned on the heels of his feet. Brandon hopped