I had one of the craziest headaches. Struggling to shake off the dizziness, I realized my hands weren't moving. I tried to flex my fingers, but they were stuck. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing blurry silhouettes of people walking and making small conversations.
Where am I?
The events of yesterday flooded my mind…
The nightclub…
The stalker…
Oh no!
I really need to get out of here. My family should be aware, right? Matthew and Delrico, always acting like my watch dogs, should know I've been kidnapped, right? But those twisted motherfuckers need me out of the picture. Sigh! But I'm not stupid; I know my brothers have something to do with this. Those sly fuckers orchestrated this. I just need to figure a way out of this. I'm D'Angelo. I don't go down without a fight. I'll fight till my last breath.
With what hands, though?
Moments later…
