“You and your crew still popping tough shit like I won’t send a bullet through this bitch head,” he threatened.
My nose flared. “I put this on everything: I’m gone be the closest thing to the devil when I get my hands on you, bitch. I’m done rapping with you. I’m on my fucking way, and when I get there, my wife better not be missing a hair on her motherfuckin’ head. I’m gone make sure you die a slow and painful death, you bum-ass nigga. You got a head start. Use that shit wisely.” I banged the line on him.
“I know where he took her,” I announced while searching through my phone. As I rushed up the stairs, everybody followed me. I finally pulled up the picture I took of the list of investment properties owned by Silas when I busted through his warehouse in Rochester after hemming up Roc and his son, Noah. Sure the fuck enough, there was a Baltimore address on there.
“We out?” Diamond asked.
“Yeah. To Baltimore. I’m sending everyone the address now.”
Getting back in our cars, we hit the interstate just as fast as we came. This shit was gonna end tonight. I’d be fucking damned if my wife was held captive for 24 hours by these lame-ass niggas.
The three-hour drive to Baltimore had everybody on fucking edge. By the time we touched down, it was nearing midnight.
“We got a few niggas posted out front,” Kaymen informed us after he and Priest peeped the scene. We were a block down, waiting for them to give us the green light.
“Diamond, do what you gotta do.”
“Say fucking less,” she chuckled. Jersey cut his car with Moe and Diamond in front of us, easing onto the block where Silas had his trap set up. I watched as Diamond extended her arm out the window, hailing her gun, and began shooting at the niggas who were posted up front. My sharpshooter never fucking disappointed. She caught them off guard and dropped them immediately.
I sped down the block, and everyone else followed suit. We hopped out just when shots began firing from the house. The niggas inside took heed to Diamond knocking off the niggas on the porch and began shooting back.
“Take the back. Me, Kay, and Javi will hold it down up front. Find my fucking sister, Ahk,” Priest said to me.
I shot him a nod before trekking to the back of the house with J’Ru right behind me. My adrenaline was on ten as I kicked the door down with one powerful kick. I immediately gained entry through the kitchen of the run-down house.
Bullets came hurling in our direction once their weak-ass crew put two and two together and realized they were fucking surrounded. In that moment, I wasn’t thinking about shit besides getting my baby back into my arms. I walked through that shit like I was motherfucking invincible. I was seeing red as I dropped body after body. Priest, Kaymen, Moe, and Javi continued to push up on them from the front of the house while Jersey and Diamond made their way around the back of the house to help J’Ru and me.
I dropped one nigga who was desperately trying to crawl from the heat of my gun. His life was in my hands, so I pressed my foot onto his neck, cutting his air supply.
“Where the fuck is my wife?!” I roared as I narrowed my eyes down at him.
Gun smoke filled the air as bullets continued to sound through our ears. Ole boy looked me in my eyes, a single tear slipping from it because he knew he had made it to the end. “Fuck you,” were the last words he croaked out. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me. I simply pulled my trigger and sent a swift bullet between his eyes.
Priest and the guys were finally able to make it through the front door after they knocked off everyone who stood in their way. We moved militantly through the home, kicking down door after door in search of Jazzlyn. Moe and Jersey remained on the main level of the home. Diamond and Javi took the second floor. Me, Priest, J’Ru, and Kaymen went down to the basement, where I kicked the door down like I did at the last house.
Right at the bottom of the staircase of the basement, Jazzy was hemmed up in a headlock with a gun pressed to her head. The chick toting the gun had me ready to fucking paint the basement’s walls crimson red with her blood.
“Giselle, I’m gone kill you before you ever even think about pulling the trigger!” Priest throated out venomously before I could. Hatred filled his eyes just like it filled mine, as we were the only one familiar with her.
“Who the fuck is this nothing-ass bitch?” J’Ru sneered while cocking his gun back.
“They sister,” I enlightened him and Kaymen. The shocked looks on their faces didn’t last long. Once they found out who she was, they stood firm at the top of the stairs behind Priest and me with their guns ready to blow.
“Just say the fucking word, PJ. You won’t miss the bitch. You don’t even know her.”
They had Jazzlyn’s mouth tapped shut and her hands bound together with rope. Despite being held at gunpoint, she lookedso relieved to see me and her brother. She had cuts and bruises all over, which I was assuming were from the crash. What caught me off guard was the black eye and the redness on the side of her face. That shit wasn’t from the crash and had me ready to flip the fuck out.
“Just give me what you fucking owe me, and all of this could be over!” Giselle clamored out hysterically. She looked like shit, and that was hard to even say since she looked so much like my wife. She was busting out in nervous sweats while her hand trembled as she held the gun at Jazzlyn’s head.
Priest kept his gun aimed at her. “I don’t owe you shit. You did all this behind some paper that you won’t even get to spend. Only one person making it up these stairs alive, and I promise it ain’t gone be you.”
I paid close attention to my wife. Her eyes seared into mine before her orbs trailed to her left. She was trying to tell me something but couldn’t speak since they had her mouth taped shut.
“Who else down there with you?” I lifted my hand up, signaling for J’Ru, Kaymen, and Priest to put their guns down. Above us, we could hear gunplay and bullets going back and forth, which meant my people ran into some opps who stood in their way. I took a few steps down the stairs, which only made Giselle press the barrel of the gun deeper into Jazzlyn’s temple.
“Stay the fuck up there!” she snapped. “I will shoot! Then you would have come all this way for nothing!”
I could hear the desperation in her voice; however, I couldn’t sympathize with her. She should have done her fucking homework before putting herself on a suicide mission. I stopped on the steps and kept my gun aimed.
