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“I know you didn’t, and that’s why I’m here now.”
Jasmine felt so good at that point. She wondered if she could still go through with being a snitch for the federal government.
“Can I ask you something?”
“What’s up?” Nico replied.
“Did you want me dead?”
“Jasmine, what the fuck kind of question you asking me?”
“Baby, I been in the hospital, bandaged up, having surgery and nightmares, and all kinds of thoughts just been running through my mind. When I didn’t hear from you, I didn’t know what to think. And I had never got any answers about why you didn’t come pick me up, so I just didn’t know.” More tears started coming to Jasmine’s eyes.
Nico was quiet.
“I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t help but wonder if it was you who had sent Bebo to kill me.”
All of Nico’s muscles instantly got tense when he heard those words come out of Jasmine’s mouth. See, the streets had been talking and saying that Bebo was the culprit behind the shootings at Nico’s house, but before Nico made a move on Bebo, he wanted to be one hundred percent certain that the streets were right with what they were saying. Jasmine’s words had just confirmed it.
“I thought you might have wanted me killed because you thought I might say something about the Shabazz thing.”
Nico couldn’t help but wonder if Jasmine was wearing a wire. He pulled her close to him and held her. “Shhhhhh,” he said into her ear. “You stressing for no reason, baby,” he added, massaging her back as he held her close to him.
Jasmine had no idea he was secretly checking to see if he felt any wires or a microphone underneath her clothing.
“Trust me, I’m gonna handle this shit.” Nico kissed her on ear and then released her from his embrace.
“I know you w
ill.” Jasmine reached for her BlackBerry. “I want you to hear something,” she said. “The cops came to visit me, and I been telling them that I didn’t know who shot me. I mean, even though I know it was Bebo, at the end of the day, I’m not a snitch.”
Jasmine’s words made Nico feel like he could put his guard down just a bit.
“Just listen.” Jasmine then pressed play.
“Get off of me!”
“Bebo, she ain’t got nothing to do with anything. Let her go!”
“We can’t find the stash, but look at this shit we found, yo.”
“What the fuck! You snitchin’? This bitch is a fed?”
“No. No, she’s—”
BLAOW!
“AHHHHH! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!”
“Bitch, I’m asking you one more time—Where the fuck is the stash at?”
BLAOW! BLAOW!
“Let’s get the fuck up outta here and find that bitch-ass nigga.”
“It’s fucked up how that bitch shot Jasmine and then killed herself.”
Nico didn’t totally understand everything in the recording, but he’d heard enough.
