Page 5 of Delirium 2

I pulled from the blunt again before passing it to Kiss. “I’m moving. It’s not time yet.”

“Why not? You waiting on a call or some shit? Who got her? Fuck goin on, brodie?” Zeke asked, roughly running his free hand over his wild locs.

“Nah, I’m not waiting on a call. I don’t need one. Whoever got her been riding around in the whip, sloppy as hell.”

“How you know?”

“Because I know. I got the lo’. Been watchin’ them all fuckin’ night. The dot been moving all around Everly. Kingston. Crowne Heights. Mainly in The Bricks. No where near her old hood though. For a minute I thought it was somebody from her old stomping grounds but nah, niggas ain’t touched that hood for real. They got her from that way though and ain’t been around since. Could be one of them niggas, low key, playin it safe, knowing the first place I’ll look is that hood. Who it is or where they from don’t really matter for real.”

I sat up and pulled my phone from my pocket, hitting the photos icon, I pulled up the five screenshots I took last night. “It’s one spot they been at five times since the shit went down. Gotta be where they got her held up at. On the west side.” I pinched the phone, zooming in, staring at the dot. I pulled the lo up on Google Maps. Was a rundown crib between Petersburg and Melvindale. In the middle of the trenches. That was aight with me though—I was no stranger to the trench. Thrived there for real. Worked better for me this way too. Pigs didn’t give a fuck about niggas in the hood. Catching them bodies was going to be easy as fuck. If niggas thought I was going to drop a M for Jada’s ass they was out they fuckin’ mind.

I slid the phone across the coffee table to Kiss. He picked it up, stared at it for a couple of minutes before passing it to Zeke. He zoomed in on it like I had.

“What we doin?” Zeke asked, brows dipped, demon time written all over his face.

I dragged my hands down my face. “Meeting in The Bricks with Slime and them, first.” I shifted my eyes over at the clock hanging on the wall. “I got up with them niggas last night too and set it up.”

I was only ever with my brothers, but we had a team. Had to have a team. We were enough by ourselves, really but because I was going into this blindly, I had to be prepared. I had at least twenty niggas willing and ready to put their lives on the line for me just because I took care of them and their families.

“Bet it up then,” Kiss said just before my phone got to ringing.

“She callin’ now,” Zeke said, confused, head tilted to the side. “Fuck?”

“Not her,” I said, reaching for the phone. “It’s them.”

I answered the phone and pressed it against my ear. “Yo.”

“So, what up? You want your bitch back, nigga?”

“Drop lo’,” I said.

He sucked his teeth. “I need that M wired first. I can send you the cash app now.”

I took the phone from my ear and stared at it with a frown on my face. Cash App. For a million dollars? Whoever was about dumb as hell.

“Bet. I need proof of life first,” I said, playing the game right along with him. “Put my shorty on the jack.”

He paused and after a couple of seconds, I heard a lot of rummaging like he was walking to wherever she was at. I clicked off the call and went back to the Mercedes Connect app. Lo’ pinged on that same block, at that same house.

“Hello?” Jada cried. “Exodus? I’m⁠—

“Shhh. Relax. I got you, baby doll. You good?”

“Yes. I⁠—”

Before she could say anything else, dawg snatched the phone back.

“There yo proof go, nigga.”

“Drop the cash tag, pussy,” I said.

A couple of seconds later, he texted a cash tag. I took the phone from my ear and showed it to Zeke, practically telling him to look it up. He was on it immediately. Right after, he showed it to me. De’Vontae Stubbs. I nodded and turned my attention back to my phone. Whoever De’Vontae Stubbs was, was a fucking idiot. Rookie to this shit, for real.

Zeke showed the phone to Leviticus and right after, he got on the phone and walked out of the room. I was sure he was about to get on the phone with Calvin. Calvin could get information on just about anybody at the drop of a hat. He was the fastest working nigga in that tech shit. We had people for just about anything.

“Aight. Give me until around ten, tomorrow morning. I gotta move some shit around,” I lied.

“Tomorrow? You don’t got that shit layin⁠—