Trapstar 3 (21 page)

“No, Mommy, you take care of Daddy. I got Brandon, and we will be okay. I just need to get away from here for a while.” Brianna squeezed her mother’s hand and walked out of the room.

Lorraine had only suffered minor injuries from her ordeal. When the police searched the warehouse where Herman had kept Lorraine captive, they found Tank’s corpse and the murder weapon with Herman’s prints all over it. Based on the evidence, the police concluded that Herman was planning to set up Cowboy and Brianna for the murder that he had reported to them. Not happy about almost being fooled, and especially eager to distance themselves from the traffic accident that had left Kasy in a coma, the police hurriedly closed the investigation against Brianna and Cowboy and took out a warrant for Herman’s arrest. A national manhunt had been launched to bring the killer to justice.

Cowboy was released from the hospital, but still needed help getting around and recovering. Brianna had hired a nurse to help her mother with him. Charrise had promised to help as well, between school and her counseling sessions, which she had resumed.

Brianna and Brandon walked to the white Mercedes truck. She smiled and waved goodbye to her mother.

Brandon got in on the driver’s side and kissed her hand. He started up the luxury sedan and drove them off to their new life.

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Jonathan checked his reflection in the door of the elevator. He wore a pair of Rock Revival jeans, and a white Gucci button down shirt. His hair was cut low, and his goatee was perfectly manicured, thanks to his boy, Low. He and Gator were finally going to hook up after being apart for several weeks. He had many questions for her, but most of all he just wanted her back in his arms. She had asked him to meet her at this new high-rise apartment building. He wasn’t sure exactly what was up with that either. The doors of the elevator opened and Jonathan stepped out onto the plush carpet and walked down the hallway. He stopped at the door with the numbers 1415 on it and pressed the buzzer.

The door slowly opened and a woman smiled weakly at him.

“Hey, I’m Jonathan, I’m here to pick up Gator.” Jonathan said, flashing a smile at the woman.

She opened the door and stepped back. Jonathan walked inside the foyer; the woman closed the door, and walked down two steps to the living room. Jonathan saw Gator sitting on the couch. She looked like she had been crying, or was still crying.

“Hey babe, are you ready?” Jonathan said, smiling.

As he began to walk towards the couch, something cold touched the back of his neck.

“You kidding me, right? You going out with this little nigga?” A male voice said from behind Jonathan as he shoved him towards the couch. As Jonathan fell onto the couch, he reached for his gun. As he turned, he fired in the direction of the man.

“Fuck!” the man yelled as he ran towards the door.

Jonathan fired again, hitting him in the other shoulder. Jonathan began to run after him, but Gator stopped him.

“Let him go.” Gator said, holding Jonathan’s arm.

“Who the fuck was that?” Jonathan said, still looking down the hall.

“That was a fucking ghost.” Moon answered.