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He was just blasting out bullets like he was the terminator. I kept my head down as Azar put the petal to the metal and sped off, but not before he did, the dude blasted off one last bullet shattering the entire back window.
    "Azar, what the fuck happened? Why that nigga bust off on you like that?"
    I looked down at my hands, and they were shaking. I was trying to remain calm as possible in a situation like this, but inside I was freaking out. All it took was one bullet to end your life and that nigga who was chasing Azar had let out enough to kill a whole army.
    Although my head was still down, I was giving Azar the third degree. But he wasn't saying shit. He was just hauling ass. Even with my head down, I was still able to look to the side and see Azar was sweating puddles. I stayed down for what seemed like another fifteen minutes until Azar came to a stop.
    "I have to run up in my crib and get some shit. If you see anybody suspicious pull off and we'll meet up at your crib. But just drive far enough to get out of sight, then ditch the car and jump in a cab to take you home."
    "Azar, I can't drive. I don't even have my license." I couldn't believe this nigga was trying to make me drive his car with no license and the back windows all busted out.
    My hands were shaking, so I slid them under my thighs because I didn't want Azar to know how badly I was stressing.
    "You'll fucking learn to drive tonight if need be."
    "Why can't you just drop me off at home? This is some oh-other shit."
    Then Azar lifted my chin and looked in my eyes real serious. "You my girl, I take care of you. You telling me you not riding this out wit' me?" he asked in the most serious voice I'd ever heard him speak in.
    "Baby, I got you. Go handle what you have to do and if no one shows up, then I'll be right here waiting. If not, I'll see you at my moms' crib."
    When Azar got out the car, I just shook my head in disgust. I didn't know what type of bullshit Azar was caught up in, but won't no nigga worth dying for. I was tempted to drive right out his life, but I knew Azar would find me and he might bust off on me for ditching his ass. It didn't matter now because in the blink of an eye Azar was back with three big ass bags he put in his trunk.
    There was dead silence as Azar drove to his garage and pulled out his Range and left the Benz. I told him I wanted to go home but he begged for me to stay with him at the hotel room he got. Without him saying it, it was clear he could never go back to his apartment and needed to stay at the hotel until he came up with a better plan. That was cool for him but I didn't want to be on the run from some street niggas.
    Hell, I still didn't know what had jumped off in that building. But after Azar handed me 5 G's for what he called "Trooping it" I decided staying with him at least for the night, might not be all that bad.
    I hardly slept that whole night. Then my stomach was growling `cause a bitch was hungry. I wanted to order some room service, but Azar paranoid ass didn't want nobody delivering us food. That shit sounded crazy, but I was like whatever. He went out and brought back every breakfast item from McDonald's and I ate that shit up like it was my last meal. Finally after my belly was full, I bit the bullet and questioned Azar again.
    "Baby, what happened last night?" Azar closed his eyes and put his head back. I figured that once again there would be a long period of silence. Then he began to speak.
    "The moment I knocked on the door I knew the vibe was off. But I couldn't walk away," he said with frustration in his voice.
    "Walk away from what?" I asked, feeling like I was pulling teeth trying to get an explanation from him.
    "Man, I'm slipping. I thought them niggas shoot straight from the hip, but they shady. When the cat opened the door, and I stepped in the apartment, shit just went haywire."
    "Damn, what happened?" I asked, now leaning closer, dying to know how shit ended in a blaze of bullets.
    "So I