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Chapter 5 5
spital tasted like exh
adrenaline was fading, leaving her kne
Car pulled up. It was
, a man named Gary who had always
"He says stop making a scene an
the car. It was
o to hell," sh
o ride, lady. You got no
mble cut
ment, growing into a deep, throaty ro
looked in his rearview
r, a phalanx of
rilles that gleamed like bared teeth. They moved in perfect for
or the traffic. They si
to slam on his brakes and mount the curb. The other cars box
ame out. This was a motorca
clack-
six cars opened
ck suits, earpieces, and sunglasses. They were
recision, forming a per
e with the flag holde
out. Instead, a gl
f a man named Marcus, walked up to Aleigha
t his movements formal, hiding the familial warmth he f
ooming enough for Gary to hear. "The Cha
gha. Not
ary dropped his phone
ack lapel pin, devoid of the Kemp family
es again, but these
re a glance at the Lincoln. She sli
nd sandalwood. It was quiet, hermetica
e face of an older man appeared. He had s
The billiona
Aleigha w
u look thin, habibti. Did
leaning back into th
an said firmly. "And th
. He was just in time to see the tail light
sta
s that?" Bart a
ooking pale. "Boss... they picked her up. Like
He looked at t
last dime renting a fake motorcade to make me jealous. That's why there wer
hone to call her, t
umber you have reac
not exist. It was as if the digital identity of
like a ghost had just walked over his grave. He shook it off. "Chea
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