“Dead this shit, son. They fucked with your wife. Anybody who fucks with mine won’t breathe to tell the story.”
“You know how I’m rocking behind mine. I’m bringing her back and sending them niggas out the worst way.”
After Priest and J’Ru said goodbye to their wives, we rushed out of Remy’s house and piled into our cars. J’Ru tossed me his keys, letting me drive and lead everyone to where Jazzy’s location pinged. We flew down the interstate in a single file line before dispersing and taking up each lane. J’Ru’s phone went off with a call from Priest, and he set it on speaker.
“Yo, Ahk, what’s the move?” Priest asked as he matched my speed on the side of me.
“Blow whoever step in between me getting my wife face off. We need to be in and out.”
“Say fucking less. Stay tight. I can’t risk losing you too.”
I chuckled. “Yo grumpy ass don’t gotta worry about losing me. I gotta make sure you make it back to my sister.”
“We all gone make it back with Jazzy. I’m ready to light these bitch-ass niggas up for touching my family,” J’Ru sneered at the thought of the hell we were about to raise.
We all agreed with him before we ended the call. I floored the fucking gas until we were two minutes out from her location. Kaymen was big on peeping the scene before running through the house, which differed from how me and J’Ru wanted to roll. We were on anact now and ask questions latertype of time, but we followed Kaymen’s lead. He and Priest circled the block only once and were able to relay to us that there was an unmarkedwhite van in the driveway. They couldn’t make out whether there was any movement in the house, so we really just had to take our chances.
Once we got the green light from Priest, we pulled up and hopped out. Everyone stood back as I applied two heavy kicks to the door, knocking it off the hinges. One after the other, we eased inside, making sure we didn’t take the silence within the home as a sign that we should have our guard down.
I motioned my head for J’Ru to follow me down the stairs to the basement while Moe and Diamond headed up. Priest, Javi, and Kaymen canvassed the living room, kitchen, and the bedrooms in search for Jazzlyn.
When J’Ru and I got to the door that led to the basement, we noticed the padlock that was secured around a latch. I motioned for J’Ru to fall back while I shot at the lock, popping it open. Bypassing the door, we rushed down the steps with our guns extended in front of us, ready to blow at whoever we came across.
Once we got down to the lower level, my heart ached at the sight of the empty basement. This was the fourth house we ran through in search of Jazzlyn and came up with nothing. This shit was killing me slowly. I needed to find her.
“Fuck! They already moved her.” J’Ru shook his head as defeat weighed down on his shoulders.
I continued to look around the basement. It was a fucking mess with mildew and stained carpet. There was a cot pushed against the wall of the staircase. Near some rusted pipes, I peeped something silver catch my eye. I walked over to it and realized it was a small bedazzled ‘K’ that Jazzy used to decorate the zippers of the lounge sets she had just released for her clothing brand, Kinza. I remembered her talking my head off about it because it made the sets look so “girly and cute,” as she would say.
“She was here, son.” I picked up the zipper piece. “She had on her brand today. The new pieces she just dropped. This the zipper.”
“You think she left this behind?”
“She had to. Unless it was some sort of struggle and it fell off. Either way it went, she was here.”
Priest, Kaymen, and Javi made it to the basement, and I could see the defeated look that masked their faces. “She ain’t here.” Priest shook his head.
“Yeah, but she was.” I held up the zipper for him to see for himself.
“Aye, check this out,” Kaymen called us over to the rusted pipes in the room. We made our way over and squatted down just lust like he had. On the wall near the pipes, the word Baltimore was scratched into the old wooden panels. Jazzy was fucking smart and knew she needed to keep us on her trail. We may have been too late to catch her here, but we were getting close.
“My baby so smart, son.” I shook my head, astonished by how she managed to be so resourceful. “They moved her to fucking Baltimore.”
My phone rang with a call from an unknown number, and I quickly answered. “Yeah.”
“Yo, Ahk, you sound stressed,” the person on the other end of the call taunted with a chuckle, causing my blood to boil.
“You laughing now, pussy, but shit won’t be funny when I slice your throat from ear to ear.”
“What you did out in Miami was decent. You actually got Silas fucked up out there.”
“Who the fuck you supposed to be? His fucking assistant? Link me to the bitch-ass nigga who ordering you around. Where’s my fucking wife?”
“The name’s Beanie. Learn that shit. She alive… for now. I don’t turn tricks, but she might be my first one. Once she’s all ran through, I’ll knock her off quick. She won’t even suffer. I promise.”
“Nigga, I’m gone kill you with my bare fucking hands!” Priest exploded, unable to withstand the thought of Jazzy being hurt.
The wicked laugh that sounded from the other side of the call let me know that the nigga I was dealing with ain’t have shit to lose and everything to gain behind this. Silas once again entrusted some peon-ass nigga to do his dirty work.
