Derrick’s phone rang. He put out the cigarette he was smoking and answered.
“We’ve been watching you.” The voice replied before hanging up. Derrick’s eyes widened. He burst through the hotel room door. Becky hopped up and looked at him with confusion.
“What the hell? “ She exclaimed. Harlem giggled.
“We have to get out of here!” Derrick replied as he grabbed their bags and went to the car. Becky and Harlem followed. Derrick put the bags in the trunk and opened the door to the back seat. “Get in Becky.”
“What?” Becky replied. “Why am I getting in the back seat?”
“I want Harlem in the front.” Derrick replied.
“I’m not getting in the back!” Becky answered. Derrick slapped her.
“Shut the fuck up and get in the back!” Derrick yelled. Becky nodded and got in the back. Harlem got in the front. Derrick opened the driver’s door only to find a box on the seat.
“That’s not going to work!” Big Pie yelled.
“It has to.” Dre replied. “We’re damn near broke!” Big Pie shrugged her shoulders.
“Whatever.” She replied.
Rita tapped her foot on the concrete floor.
“I hate it here!” She screamed. She stood up and wrapped her hands around the metal bar. “Let me out! Let me the fuck out! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!” She kicked the door and burst out in tears. “Why! I did nothing wrong!” Her heart began to race. “I miss Harlem! I miss my daughter. I don’t deserve this!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and passed out.
Yonny went in the back seat of his car and grabbed some extra gas he had.
“This is the last time you fuck me over!” Yonny yelled. He poured the gasoline over George’s truck, and lit a match. “Karma’s a bitch.”Yonny stated as he flicked the match letting George’s car burst into flames.