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her to buy herself something nice. I grabbed a few things and headed right back out. Azar was outside waiting for me, so I didn't want to take too long. He was still worried about coming through the Brooklyn projects. When I got back in the car, Azar was looking scared as shit. "Baby, is everything alright? You didn't see nobody did you?"
    "Naw, I just don't like being nowhere around here," he said, driving off.
    "Well, you the one who wanted me to drop off that bag at my moms' crib."
    "I know it ain't yo' fault. You've been a soldier through all this." Azar held my hand and gazed at me for a minute, then he continued, "Honestly, Precious, I don't know what I would do without you. I really came off by having you as my girl. I can feel that you're loyal. That means everything to me, especially with the business that I'm in. Baby, you got me open."
    Azar continued his speech until we pulled up to the Marriot on Adams Street. I felt he was molding me to be Bonnie to his Clyde, which wasn't cool with me at all. This was about getting money to pay off my greedy-ass moms and take care of myself, but now Azar had me caught up in some gangsta shit. I was mad about it.
    When we got out the car and headed up to our room, I wasn't feeling right. It was like all eyes were on me, but they really weren't. Azar's paranoia was rubbing off on me, and that feeling wasn't good. Right when Azar was opening the door, he paused. "Oh shit. I left the bag in the car."
    "We can get it later," I said, anxious to get inside and lie down.
    "No, it's the bag with all the money I took from them boys. Baby, I gotta shit bad as a ma'fuckah. Will you run down to the truck and get it?"
    Last thing I felt like doing was going back to the car, but I grabbed his car and room keys and walked away. I heard Azar scream, "Thanks, Baby," as I made my way to the elevator.
    When I finally got to the ground level, the garage was deserted. It was quiet to the point that it was spooky. I hurried and ran to the car, grabbed the bag and sprinted back towards the elevator. As I waited for the doors to open, I felt the cold tip of steel on the back of my head. "Ain't this some shit," I blurted out. You know how you so scared you can't even be scared; that's how I felt. I knew that was a gun ready to blow the back of my brains out, but as bad as I wanted to cry, scream or run, I was numb. I just thought to myself, Is this it?Is this how I'm going to leave this world, brains splattered in the Marriot garage?
    "I don't want to kill you," I heard the baritone voice finally speak. "If you do what I ask, then you can walk away alive. The choice is yours."
    "What's the choice?" I spit, sounding more confident than what I was.
    "All I want is my money and your boyfriend's life. If I don't get both, then I'm takin' yours."
    "My boyfriend? Who my boyfriend?" I asked, wanting to see if he really knew who I was. I knew by asking the question I was trying his patience, but there was that slight chance this was a case of mistaken identity, although that was highly unlikely.
    "Bitch, don't play wit' me. I saw you and yo' man, Azar, leave them projects a half hour ago. If I put my money on it, you was the same girl that was in the car wit' him a week ago when I blasted out his windows. I would hate to blast you now since technically you don't have nuttin' to do with this, but I will."
    "So you saying if I give you what you want you'll leave me the fuck alone? I won't ever have to be bothered wit' you again?"
    "I give you my word."
    "Why you gotta kill Azar, though?" I asked, making a last ditch effort to save Azar's life. "Isn't the money enough?"
    "That was my brother he put a bullet in. He gotta die. Enough talking. What's it gonna be?"
    That decision was easy. I handed over the bag I just retrieved from the trunk of the car. Then I handed him the room key, "Room 716." All this took place with my back turned away from him.
    When he walked off, I made a quick turn to get a look at him. I