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“Nigga, you got a lot of nerve trying to dish out orders when I’m holding a gun right now and can easily stop her heart beat. So, like I was saying, meet me down at Scott Lake park tonight and have the money sitting over by the playground, and come alone. If I feel like you on some fishy shit, no questions asked. I’m offing her ass,” I said and hung up.
“Get her little ass so we can head out,” I said to Chantel and walked out of the room.
Chapter 2: Jaquan
Clearly, this dumb motha fucka who just called me begging for a million dollars in exchange for my motha fuckin’ daughter doesn’t value their life. A nigga was ready to die for an easy million dollars. Shit like this infuriated me, and it only made me that much more eager to kill whoever was behind this shit. Niggas think just because I’m a rapper now, married, and living that Hollywood lifestyle, that shit has changed and made me a pussy, but I know for a fact that it hasn’t. I wasn’t in the business of risking my life or my freedom by standing on the corner selling drugs because that shit wasn’t worth it. I had a daughter to raise and a wife to take care of, but it seems that even when a nigga tries to do the right thing, niggas still try to fuck with me.
My daughter never went through half the shit or saw half the shit that Charlie and I went through at her age because it was our job to keep her sheltered from the harms of this world. China only had to live in the hood for the first couple years of her life, and everything after that has been glitz and glamour for her, so I know that my daughter is over there right now having a fit because she doesn’t have either of her parents there to protect her. I’m willing to risk my freedom tonight when it’s time for the drop if something has happened to my baby. Lord knows that I wouldn’t be able to just walk away and hand over the money if I were to look at my daughter all battered and bruised. As a father, it’s shit that I wouldn’t be able to let go of, off the strength of my pride.
Right now, Quay and I were in my Ferrari, leaving an appearance that I just made in Orlando, Florida. Quay was behind the wheel going about 90 miles per hour, so hopefully we would be back in Miami within another hour or two.
“She still not answering the phone, man?” Quay asked me as he went around a silver Nissan Altima in front of him because they were driving way too damn slow.
“Naw, man. I been calling her ass for a whole hour now. I don’t know if somebody snatched her ass up or if she too damn scared to answer her phone because she knows that I’m going to get in her ass about this dumb ass move she just made,” I told Quay, referring to Charlie.
I was still in a state of shock that Charlie would even let our daughter go to another person’s house without consulting me first. I don’t know if she felt like it wasn’t important to tell me since I wasn’t in town or what, but that move was just too fuckin stupid. If something happens to our daughter, I don’t know if I will ever be able to forgive Charlie for that shit.
I set the phone down in my lap and decided that I was going to give it a couple more
minutes before I decided to call her back again. Right when I was about to dial her number up, my phone started to ring and it was Charlie calling.
“Where the fuck are you, Charlie? And why am I hunting your ass down just to get in contact with you? Did you not hear what I told you over the phone?” I barked, referring to me telling her about the kidnapping of our daughter.
“Umm, hello, Mr. Williams. This is nurse Jackie and I’m calling from Memorial hospital. Charlie was brought into the emergency room a little while ago. The EMT gave me her phone, and you are listed as her emergency contact. Charlie has had an accident and we need you to come here as soon as possible,” the nurse said.
“In the hospital for what? What the hell is wrong with my wife?” I barked.
“Sir, please calm down. Mrs. Williams seems to have fallen down a flight of stairs, and—”
“She what? Man, this is some bullshit, yo! Did she fall down or did a motha fucka push her down?” I yelled into the phone. What the hell did I do to deserve all of this bad luck today?
“Mr. Williams, as I said, she is now in Memorial hospital and when you get here, I’ll be here. See you then,” she said and hung up the phone.
I didn’t even blame her for hanging up. I knew I was taking my anger out on her because of the amount of stress that I was under right now.
“Before we swing by the crib to get the money, drop me off to Memorial hospital, man. That was them just calling to let me know that Charlie is in there for falling down the stairs.” I reached into the cup holder to get me a blunt started. The way I was feeling right now, I needed something very strong that would prevent me from killing a bitch.
“I don’t even want to jinx this shit or talk it into existence, but Charlie is pregnant, man. What if something happens to the baby, man? That shit will kill me and her. And then I got this shit going on with Chantel, not knowing if that’s my child that she’s carrying or not. Can you imagine this shit? Charlie loses my seed and Chantel has mine. There’s no doubt in my mind that Charlie will kill my ass, Chantel, and the damn baby,” I told Quay.
“Damn, nigga, I don’t even know what to say to that but think positive, and I’m glad I’m not in your shoes. But honestly, you going to have to tell Charlie about this shit with Chantel because if she finds that shit out from anybody else, you already know that she gonna leave your ass for good this time,” Quay told me.
I heard what he was saying, but shit, it wasn’t that damn easy to do. Did this nigga not know my wife? No offense, but the bitch was crazy. She proved that to me and everybody else when she took her ass to Ma’kai’s shop and beat her ass in front of everybody.
“Let me call this nigga Dre to see if he wanna ride out. I already know his menace to society ass is ready for whatever,” I said, scrolling through my phone contacts until I came across Dre’s number. I dialed him up and waited for him to pick up.
“What’s good, nigga?” He answered the phone just in time before it sent me to voicemail.
“We got a problem, nigga. Me and Quay in the car now coming back from Orlando because niggas want to play games and shit, and hold my daughter up for ransom,” I said into the phone.
“Are you fuckin’ serious, man? Do you know who would do some bold shit like this?” Dre asked.
“Honestly, at this point in the game, it can be anybody. Motha fuckas don’t want to see you be great out here in these streets. They don’t want you to overcome shit like living in the projects, still at your mama house. They see I’m out here doing this rapping shit and they know I got money, so they’ll take the most important thing in my life just to get at a nigga’s money,” I said.
“Wow, that shit is crazy, but you already know I’m down to ride. So, what’s up? What’s the plan?” Dre said.
With this nigga being home from jail for only a few months, you would think that he would want to sit this one out, but that nigga was ready for whatever. I respected that man for his loyalty.
“We gonna make the drop at midnight, but I’m supposed to come by myself. We’ll figure this shit out at the hospital, so just meet me over at Memorial hospital,” I told him.
