CHAPTER 39

Nkosinhle Gcabashe.

i was at the restaurant where naomi asked to meet up with me, i don't know what she's doing here because we have no drug deal to seal. she can't fly from russia just to meet me. a message came in from the unsaved number, it's two pictures. clicking on them i saw my sister laying in the pool of blood, i quickly stood up from the chair.

naomi: are you okay?
me: no! no! what the fuck!?
naomi: what's up sinhle?
me: naomi do you have your gun with you?
naomi: i always do, need it?
me: no i need you, let's go.

i took out few notes and placed them on the table before holding her hand and stormed out with tears blocking my way.