Jazmin have twenty-four hours, a city full of week killers between her and the product.
The Devil's hustlers escorted them downstairs with gun firmly pointed at them.
The three entered their vehicle.
As the Escalade pulled away, she looked up at the penthouse, James Stacks was still watching her like a hawk watching a rabbit that might bite back.
There was something behind his eyes- Something brutal, but curious. James secretly admired he. He thought "She's different, calculated, bold and beautiful.
She felt the same about him too. But she knew her task. And must not be distracted.
She said to herself "Jazmin Richardson, you are not from Sacramento.. Not even from California. Stick to the plans babygirl.. stick to the plans." And took a deep breath.
Jazmin was born in Brownsville, Brooklyn New York. 23 years of age, her father was a drug addict, who later went to jail for murder and her mother was a crackhead who will disappear when rent was due and an older brother who use to run with MS-13 gang in Southside California has disappeared without a trace six months ago, Rumor was he got clipped trying to steal from the Devils.
She never believed it, she always had that tiny hope that Bryan will be back someday.
Now she has a chance to find out the truth.
This was the reason Jazmin joined the Colombian runners just to get close to the Devils.
Back on the Block
Back in the devil's trap house at Hilton, James walked through the hallway stepping over three half conscious hustlers who had been knocked off by weed ans alcohol.
He still look troubled and restless, His mind wasn't on the products or the shipment - It was on her.
The girl... Jazmin
"What you thinking?" Malik asked, gulping a bottle of champagne without a glass and watching security cams on a flat screen TV.
James shrugged. "She's either stupid or bold.. or maybe both."
Malik grunted. "No such thing as bold around here. Anyone messing with us is messing with fire."
"Talking about fire, I guess she got fire though." James interrupted Malik with an awkward smile.
Malik gave him a sideways glance. "Don't mix fire with gasoline Jammie. Ain't no one in this game worth trust... Especially some pretty face runner with clean skin and shoes."
James smirked. "Maybe. But I'm betting she's more than runner."
Malik leaned in. "You start thinking with your dick, Midtown is gon' burn. You already got half the city waiting to cut our throats and eat off our plate."
"C'mon man, I ain't slipping," James snapped.
"Yo.... You better not," Malik said. "Cos word on the street is the Iron Teeth Cartel want their corner back and the MS -13 Hustlers been creeping around and now some girl shows up like she knows where our dope is... that's a trap Jammie."
James didn't answer. He already knew what this was
A war was coming.
And Jaz might be the match that lits it.
The Chase Begins
Jaz changed a black long coat, tied up her hair, and slid a blade into her boot. She don't need the Colombian runners anymore. Just her instincts, old addresses and her brother's burner phone she had kept hidden in a rusty beverage container since the day he vanished.
She brought it out for the first time in six months and powered it on.
Immediately a message alert beeped.
"If i disappear don't trust anyone not even me ." - Bryan.
Her heart skipped. The message had been sent two days before he vanished.
Attached to the message was a dropped pin- Warehouse 9, Harbor Docks in Oak Park.
Exactly where the Colombians claimed they'd lost the Devil's product.
Her heart raced... She whispered to herself.
"Time to find out what the hell's really going on."
The docks were dead quiet at night. Rusted containers stacked like tombstones. Jazmin crept through the shadows, trying her best to avoid the cameras and street lights. As she approaches the warehouse she could hear voices of the hustlers slang, loud and careless.
She peeped from the half open door and counted 7 of them and immediately recognized one of them. His name is Knox, he used to run with her brother Bryan.
She waited for the right moment, then moved like smoke through the dark, sneaking in and moving behind the crates until she could hear their conversation clearly.
"Hey, Bryan said the Devil's would come for it. We stash it here, sell it back double."
Jazmin's blood went cold.
Bryan was alive.
And he had set the whole thing up.
Before she could process it, she heard a footstep behind her and a gun pressing at the back of her head.
A hand gripped her wrist, twisted hard and a voice whispered. "I told you not to trust anyone.. not even me"
She looked looked back.
It was Bryan.