Free Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2 by Andrea Sad'e Page A

sobbing and putting on a little extra for her brother so he’d stay on the phone longer.
    “What do you mean they took her?”
    “They took her! They’re holding her hostage, and they want ransom money in order to get her back! What if they hurt my friend, Chris?”
    “As long as you guys pay them the money, she should be alright, Gena. Just stay calm.”
    “I got it,” I mouthed to her, letting her know that I got his location.
    “C-Chris, let me call you back. Kenyah is crying.”
    “Ok sis. Love you.”
    “I love you too, Chris. So much,” she said before ending her phone call and placing her head in her hands, completely breaking down. Slick got up and sat by her, rubbing her back.
    “You gotta be strong, baby,” he said to her, and she got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. “It looks like they have her at a house on the other side of Atlanta. About thirty minutes away from here,” I said, tapping the screen and showing it to Ace. “I’m finna call Eric and Dro and have them meet me here. I gotta call my mama and daddy to come watch the girls Then we can leave.”
    “Let me and Gena go home and change.”
    “I got my clothes in my car. I’ll be right back,” I said before walking out of the door.
    About twenty minutes later, everybody was here dressed in all black.
    “Listen, I’ve discussed it with Ace, and we think it would be a good idea for everybody to follow my cue. I will let ya’ll know when to move and what to do,” I said, giving them all a piece to put in their ear that we all could hear and talk to each other through. “Communication and being smart is going to ensure that we all get back safe. I’ve had some of my boys watching the house for the last few minutes, and they say there are men all up and through the house, so please don’t go in here thinking that there is only two people because that’s not the case.” They all shook their heads and we walked outside, all piling into the van ready for war.
    “Okay we’re gonna get out right here. The house is about five minutes away, and we’re gonna use this back trail so nobody can see us,” I said, tucking one gun behind my back and another in my leg. Everybody else did the same. “Can everybody hear me?” I said into the earpiece.
    “Yeah,” they all said, hearing each other’s voices in their ears.
    “Let's go,” I said, getting out of the van while everyone else followed. We walked for about six minutes before coming to a halt. We saw a house with a light on.
    Rayna
    Karen kicked me in my ribs, causing me to throw up blood.
    “That’s enough,” Chris said to her.
    “Shut the fuck up, Chris. Don’t nobody care cause you like the little bitch,” she said before kicking me in my face, causing me to fall over and hit the ground hard since my hands were in cuffs. She knew I’d whoop her ass if these handcuffs were off. I continued to take the beating she was giving me like my life depended on it. I wasn’t going to beg or show weakness, even though I was in so much pain and she hated that with a passion. Chris stepped in front of her.
    “This was only supposed to be about money. Nobody was supposed to get hurt. Now leave her alone before I slap yo ass around like you’re doing her.” My body was slowly fading like I was about to pass out, and I guess Chris noticed because he pushed Karen out of the room and brought me a glass of water that I thought would help, but only caused me to throw up even more. I started to get weak again and laid down in the spot I was handcuffed to at the time. My eyes started to flutter, and were almost closed when I heard a loud sound that sounded like gunshots. It made me jump, but I didn’t have the strength to move. Chris walked out the door and heard more gunfire. Someone rushed in the room and unlocked my handcuffs, picking me up in one swift motion. I looked up and all I remember is seeing Rico’s face. I was thankful, but at that point I had nothing left in