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         "Yeah, I definitely would. Trust me, everything's perfect."
River allowed him the kiss, she felt it in her heart he wasn't being truthful but she wanted to trust him, she did. She let it alone for the rest of the ride.
Soon they were in Beverly Hills. River's family was wealthy but these people were millionaires, they didn't have to want for anything yet that's all they seemed to do, River wondered if that's what he thought about her. She knew better then to think that so she abandoned the thought.

Once he pulled over, she got out of the car and grabbed her gear. The smell was what struck her first. It had be en too long but now, standing hee, taking in the smell of the ice, she felt right at home. It took all she had not to run to the floor. She smiled to herself as she pulled her skates from her bag. "Did you want to rent of skates" She asked him. The conversation in the car still bothering her some as she slipped on her skates.

         Rakim could barely even think straight.

"Yeah, sure, you still live at the same place?" Rakim said, trying to steer the conversation into a positive area.

"Yeah, same place" River said.

Rakim quickly made his way there. "Here's my number, call me sometime if you want to." he added, in a hurried tone, as he passed her a ripped piece of paper with "Rakim" scribbled above a barely legible phone number. He didn't like just ditching her like that, but what else was he to do. He now had some serious business to attend to.

Rakim made a few calls, set up a carload, and went to Compton, to grab one of Sean's best friends, Raoul. Rakim and Raoul had never met, and, unfortunately, this was definitely not a time for pleasantries. As raoul hopped in the back, Rakim called John.
"Get your own carload, we leave in twenty" he barked into the phone.
"Alright, and check it, we got an Id. Was a guy by the name of Lamar Goldstein, lives by fishland, near 53rd. adress is 087 53rd ave. meet me there." Rakim hungup, satisfied at what he had just heard. He immediately made a call to Jay, in watts. he told him what happened, and that this "Lamar" character would be facing death by the end of the night. Jay told him he had a shooter not too far from his house. "Call him YG" Jay said in a very matter-of-fact way before he hungup the phone. Rakim headed over, gave YG 500 dollars, and told him Jay had sent him.

"Oh, yeah, just got his call. take it back, I knew Sean fairly well, this one's on the house." as "YG" hopped in the passenger side.

Rakim was pleased at how easy this was, normally the bloods weren't so generous, or so eager to ride with a Hoover Crip.

It was getting to around 3:00 when Rakim rolled up on Lamar's house. All three opened fire. Rakim, with two glock 19's, YG, with a mac-10, and finally, Raoul, with his Mossberg. 15 seconds passed, and Rakim saw John approaching from the opposide side of the street. Rakim quickly peeled out, letting John take care of the rest. Screams came from inside the house, but nobody could hear anything over the gunfire.

They met back at the house around 4:00. Just in time to catch the evening news. The rich, moustached reporter quickly filled everyone in on the situation.

"In local news tonight, a deadly shooting occured less than an hour ago, at a home near 53rd avenue. Two men, found dead, one was a "Lamar Goldstein", a prime suspect this morning's shooting of Sean Johnston. Police are calling this a revenge kill, and the other man, known as Kent James, is being considered collateral damage. Police are on the lookout for a man driving a white ford escort, and a black Cadillac."

Rakim was satisfied with what the news had revealed, and quickly grabbed a spray can, ran outside, and made John's car bright orange. Rakim would be fine, half the population of Hoover had black Cadillacs'. He hoped River wouldn't see the report, not because she would contact the police, but, because of what she would think of him.

Sometimes, nomatter what, you've just got to do what you've got to do.