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“Where are you going? What’s wrong, baby?” Honesty sat up with worry in her eyes. Her tone caught the attention of everyone else, and a few heads turned in our direction.

“I gotta go. Some shit went down with lil’ sister, and I gotta go see what’s going on.”

Yaya removed her legs from Messiah’s lap and stood up.

“What’s wrong with Lea?”

“I don’t know yet. She said she needed help, so I’m about to put up.” I started towards the door because I knew if I stood there any longer, someone would try to talk me out of it.

“Baby! Wait!” Honesty yelled behind my back.

“Solomon! Hold on.” Yaya ran towards me with her shoes on. I already knew she wasn’t gonna let me leave without her, which meant Messiah was gonna want to come too.

“Aye, I don’t have time for this shit. I need to see what’s up with Lea. She said she needed me to come get here, and I gotta get to her before he has time to change her mind.” I expressed.

“I’m not letting you go over there by yourself, so don’t waste your breath.” Honesty insisted as she walked to the passenger side. I groaned, knowing there was no talking her out of it.

“I’m coming too,” Yaya yelled as she slid into the backseat. When I looked over at Messiah, he was retrieving his keys from his pocket.

“I’m too big of a nigga to sit in the backseat. I’ll follow y’all.” He offered.

“No, I’ll get in the back, brudder.” Honey bee hopped out of the car and climbed into the backseat with Yaya.

There was no time to go back and forth with them, so I got in my seat and peeled off once I made sure everyone was inside. I zoomed from one side of town to the other on two wheels as I thought about what we were about to walk into. I told Lea to call me when she needed me, and I was glad that she listened; however, I had a feeling we were about to walk into some bullshit.

Most of the ride was silent, with the exception of Yaya and Honesty making small talk. My knuckles were damn near white from how hard I gripped the steering wheel. I prayed I was overreacting because it was better than the alternative.

As soon as I turned into her complex, I whipped my ride into the first parking spot I saw and hopped out. I already knew everyone else would trail behind me, so I didn’t bother waiting for them.

I remembered which building she lived in and headed right to her door. I sent her a message to let her know I was outside and waited for her to come to the door. My first thought was to kick the door in, but I wasn’t even sure if he was home or not.

The seconds seemed like minutes as I waited for her. By the time, she twisted the knob, everyone else was heading towards us. Time stood still the moment I laid eyes on my little sister. Her clothes were ripped, and her face was almost unrecognizable.

“What the fuck? Oh my gosh, Lea,” Yaya cried as she pushed past me and wrapped her arms around her. All I saw was red as I stepped past both of them with my gun drawn.

“Where the fuck is that nigga?” I roared as I ran through the place, kicking open each door. Messiah followed behind me as we searched the place. Anger and disappointment flowed through me as I realized his ass was nowhere to be found.

“Aye, bro. I understand you’re upset, but you gotta play this smart. Malea called you to come get here. Let’s help her get her shit, get her settled, and then we can track that nigga down once we make sure she’s somewhere safe.” Messiah reasoned.

In the moment, the last thing I wanted was someone trying to talk from a place of logic. I wanted that nigga’s head on a platter.

“You gotta use your head.”

He must have seen the look on my face and knew I wasn’t listening the first time. We walked back into the front room and Yaya held onto Malea while Honesty picked up one of her bags. It was in that moment that I realized Messiah was right. We needed to get Malea to safety. I could deal with his ass later.

I tucked my gun into my waistband, grabbed the bag from Honesty, and tossed it over my shoulder with the other one on the ground. Messiah lifted a wounded Malea in his arms as Yaya trailed behind him. I tried to take deep breaths to keep myself from crashing out, but every time I saw my little sister’s swollen face, I wanted to put a bullet in his dome.

We were headed back to the car when a truck whipped into the parking lot and stopped a few feet away from us. Once I saw Cello’s bitch ass hop out of the trunk, I tossed the bags on the ground and headed in his direction. Honesty and Yaya called out after me, but I paid them no attention.

“Lea baby, where are you going?” Cello looked past me as Messiah helped Malea into the car. I heard her sobbing, and it only ignited the fire burned inside of me.

“Pussy ass nigga, don’t say shit to my sister.” I roared.

“Aye, I understand you’re her brother, but this situation is between me and my bitch. You need to chill.”

He tried to walk past me to get to her, but I stopped him.

“Naw, you ain’t going near here. You’re lucky your ass is still breathing right, pussy.”