Ride or Die

this life. As these thoughts clouded her head, she walked home at a slower pace than usual. “Help!” she heard. She thought it was just her mind playing

n’t get hurt, and she could feel the burn on her knuckles as anger started brewing in her. “You b*tch," the man screamed. She knelt and helped the little boy up. She gave him her phone and said, “Little dude, run and call someone you trust to pick you up.” The boy didn’t wa

in a pool of blood. Both shot each other at the same time; the man was dead, while she had a shallow breath. She had been shot before, but

s little brother Nick didn’t give him much detail on the phone, but before he could continue "That man was after me." Nick stammered because he was in shock. “Who was it?”

an who lay at the far end with a bullet right between his forehead and his eyes wide open, and a woman who was lying on her side facing the other way. She was breathing, but t

ed. As Nathan waited for Myles to get the car, he looked at her gorgeous face, tilting backwards as she didn’t have the strength to keep it up anymore. This was the harsh reality of the Mafia. This is why he had no desire to be a part of this life. He still didn’t know her

er head on his chest. “Is she going to be okay?” Nick asked innocently. “I don’t know,” Nathan replied with concern on his face. “Why can’t you drive faster?” He screamed. Myles picked up the pace; he had never seen Nathan so

ed her on the bed and started wheeling her into the house. He seemed very stressed; Alice ran behind them while Myles took Nick to his room. “I want to check up

ime to recover but will be fine soon. Hopefully she will be able to wake up tomorrow morning.” She took a pause and wondered if she should continue, but decided to go ahead and ask, “May I ask you something?” "Sure,” Nathan said without missing a beat. “Do you know her?” “A little, why?” Alice took a deep breath before mentioning this. “She has way too man

r. As Nathan walked into the beautiful guest room, he saw Maya lying on the bed. The color on her face was drained, and she looked weak due to the blood loss. He sat on the edge of the bed. There was so much he wanted to tell her in this moment, so he decided to just go ahead and say, “I know I don’t even know your name, but I'm truly