“Alvin! Alvin!”
“Italia?” He looked alive hearing his name being called. He darted out of his bedroom and stopped at the head of the steps. Looking down, he saw his lady still handcuffed to the guardrail. “Hold up, baby.” He hurried down the staircase and headed into the two car garage where he grabbed a saw. When he raced back inside of the condo, he saw the rod that his girl had been cuffed to until it came loose. As soon as she free, she threw herself into his arms and he hugged her lovingly. “You, okay, babe?”
“Yes, are you?” She looked up into his face.
“Nah,” he shook his head no, glassy eyed and s**t, “That dirty mothafucka cleaned me out.” He balled his hand into a fist and it bulged with veins. Gritting, he slammed his fist into the wall behind him, knocking a hole in it.
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