Somewhere In Hanahan…
When Kevin baked this plan in his crack pipe, he knew he had to be meticulous about who he wanted to help execute this plan with. He had friends and associates that were within and outside of Christianson Enterprises, but that would have been too much risk. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them because he did. He trusted them to value their own lives over his plan. There was no way he could risk them becoming turncoats. One day during his class, the idea popped into his head to use students that he mentored in a sense. Afterall, he was the cool, hype, lit professor with the street edge.
There were male students in his freshman economics class that idolized him. Even with that, he needed to ensure he picked boys who were susceptible to being his do-boys. He didn’t want anyone that was from this region of the United States. That lessened the likelihood of them having heard of the organization. There were many projects that Christianson Enterprises did that were in the media’s eye as well as the millions in scholarships they granted to mainly students from this region. The five boys that he selected were from New York, New Jersey, and the DMV.
It started with the mentorship of the boys because they were failing his course. It progressed into a friendship where he would allow them to come to his child’s mother’s home and chill. They would smoke and drink which made him more relatable to these boys that he knew came from the hoods of their cities. All it took was a sob story about getting jacked by Taelyn and her people with an idea of how to make thousands to get them onboard. There was no way that these young, impressionable idiots would let a bitch play Professor K!
“So, you sure they’re going to give you the money for her, man?”
Brandon was not feeling good about this plan because something wasn’t adding up for him. First, when they got to the house, he had the code to get inside. If this girl jacked him, why would he have open access to her home? Next, as the crew moved through the house, Brandon noticed a picture on a side table of Professor K and this female that supposedly robbed him. If that wasn’t bad enough, near the door in the line of shoes, there was a pair of sneakers that he remembered the professor wearing. They were a custom, rare pair of Jordans.
They entered the house through the garage where Brandon also noticed that Kevin’s motorcycle was there. In the warmer months, Kevin rode his motorcycle to campus almost every day. The more Brandon scoped out the house inconspicuously, he noticed more and more factors that suggested Kevin lived, or at the least, spent a lot of time there.
Kevin’s annoyance rose at the continuous questions from Brandon in particular. He could tell that the questions were putting a seed of doubt in the minds of the others. They were in a house that Kevin had one of his side bitches rent in her name. He didn’t think that Taelyn knew about this side bitch. They had Taelyn handcuffed to a bed in one of the bedrooms.
“Yes, Brandon, I told you we would. I’m about to make the call now. One of y’all can come with me. I need to go somewhere else to make the call,” Kevin told them. When they questioned why he couldn’t make the call from the house since he had a burner, his response was laced with frustration. “Because they have a smart bitch that might track the phone even though it’s a burner. Come on, Chris, let’s go.”
The second he walked out the door, Brandon stood to check on the girl. Kevin made sure not to mention her name. When he walked into the room, his stomach clenched at the sight of her on the bed. After they got to the house, he beat her more. What stood out about it was that at no time did she cry out for help or appear to show weakness. It seemed to Brandon that Kevin wanted her to beg him to stop, but she refused.
“You know that he sentenced you all to death, right? If I were you, I would get out while I still have a chance. You look too young to have an obituary because of some dumb shit you did because you followed a dummy.”
He thought she was asleep. Taelyn’s voice startled Brandon and her words frightened him. “Um, what do you mean? H-he said that you and his people robbed him. He wants to get his money back.”
The laugh that escaped her gut was unexpected. “You’ve been in my condo. I assume you came through the garage, so you saw what I drive. Why the hell would I need to rob that fuck boy? He’s mad because he can’t get where he wants in my family’s company or with me. Like I said, death is coming, and he called them to you.”
Brandon didn’t know what to think. He may not have known what to think, but he knew what he was about to do. His grandmother who raised him always told him to trust his gut. There was no guarantee of this supposed money. It wasn’t worth dying for some shit that wasn’t his. He closed the door back to walk out into the living room where his three friends were.
“Aye, man, I’m gone. Something ain’t right, and I’m not about to get caught up in this bullshit.”
Craig and Sam jumped up while Eric stayed seated, too stunned to stand. Eric kissed his teeth. “What the fuck you mean you’re gone? Man, you just going to bitch out like a pussy?”
“You can call me what you want, but you won’t be able to call me shit if you’re dead. The shit don’t seem right. There were pictures of this man and that girl in the house. His fuckin’ Js were near the door and his bike in the garage! Connect the fuckin’ dots, man! My grandma didn’t send me all the way down here to get caught up in jail or a grave.”
While Brandon gathered his things to leave out of the back door of the house, Craig and Sam thought about the things that they had noticed as they walked through Taelyn’s home. Some things didn’t add up to them as well, but they wanted to give Professor K the benefit of the doubt. By the time Brandon reached the back door, both Sam and Craig were on his heels.
“Y’all some fuckin’ pussies! That’s more money for me, Chris, and Professor K!” Eric had been a mischief since he was a young kid. When he decided that he would go to college, it wasn’t for the education. It was simply newer grounds to cover in his failing drug business. He planned to bring that good shit from Jersey down to South Carolina.
Brandon didn’t dignify Eric with a response as the three boys walked out of the back door. The plan was to walk several houses down and order an Uber. The sun had already risen, so this would be nothing more than ordering an Uber to go to work in Sam’s mind. They would walk past the house they were in instead of toward the entrance of the neighborhood. Relief set in Brandon’s chest to see that the Uber was only five minutes away. They were going to get the fuck out of the area while they still could, just like Taelyn instructed. Brandon’s grandma didn’t raise a fool.
Kevin made the call to the person he felt had the power to get him the money that he wanted. There was no need to waste time with anyone that didn’t possess the power or authority to make decisions. Mont naturally picked up on the first ring.
“Here’s how this is going to go. I got your precious sister. If you want her back, I want a million dollars. I’m going to text you a drop location and I want it in two hours. I want that shit in cash. That shouldn’t be a problem for y’all rich niggas. Y’all got that sitting in a safe somewhere.”
Mont shook his head at Kevin’s failed attempt to disguise his voice. This shit was almost comical. “You only want a mil? That seems like such a small amount for the infamous Taelyn Smith. Isn’t that what you called her, Kevin? That’s what you said earlier when you were bitchin’ to my sister before she broke up with your bitch ass.”
Kevin’s heart stopped in his chest. How the hell did they know what he said? They probably just watched the feed from earlier that night and drew a conclusion that it was him.
“Nigga, like I said, I’ll text the info for the drop.”
Mont laughed. “Bet! While you text me the drop info, I’m going to text you the drop location if you want your son and baby mama back. Say hello, Ebony.”
There was shuffling on Mont’s end, then the sound of a sobbing female. “Ke-Kevin, what’s going on? What did you do?”
The volume of Kevin’s phone was loud enough for Chris to hear what was being said. Now he was worried. His and Kevin’s eyes locked.
“Man, what the fuck!” This shit was not going at all like Kevin planned. He at least thought he would have more time before they figured out it was him that had Taelyn, if they found out at all. Now these niggas had his baby mama and son.
“Nah, it ain’t no what the fuck, Kevin. You fuck with mine; I’m going to fuck with yours. Maybe I should have the girls beat her ass like you did my baby sis. We’re closing in, fuck boy.” The call disconnected.
Chris’s hands went to the sides of his head. “Man, what the fuck? I thought you said that they wouldn’t know it was you!”
The fear in Kevin’s soul was mounting faster than his mind could think. They had his son’s mother and his son. Ebony was truly who Kevin loved. They had been together for five years. Their son was six months old. “Nigga, they weren’t supposed to. I cut the cameras.”
Kevin started the engine of the car that was also in the side bitch’s name to race back to the house which was only fifteen minutes away. The car barely made it into the driveway before him and Chris were out of the car. The absence of Sam, Brandon, and Craig was immediately noticed.
“Where the fuck are them niggas?” Now his anger was at the front of his emotional line.
Eric cut his eyes over to Kevin. “Their punk asses left. Brandon went into the room to check on the girl. I don’t know what she said, but he came out here trippin’ then they were out. Bunch of pussies.”
Chris snickered. “Shit, they might have had the right idea. These niggas got his son and baby mama. They saw him beat that girl up in the house too.”
Now Eric was out of his seat. “The fuck do you mean they have his baby mama?”
Kevin wasn’t concerned with their stupid ass questions as he stormed to the room that held Taelyn. She looked too relaxed for his liking. Her eyes were closed but popped open at the feeling of a fist in her face.
“What the fuck did you say to Brandon, bitch!” He delivered another punch to her mouth before she could respond. “Tell me, ho!”
The pain registered with Taelyn’s brain. She wanted to cry but she would never give him the satisfaction to see her do so. He was a coward. To attack her while she was bound was a bitch move. “If you stop hitting me, I could answer you. Ole Baby Sinclair ass nigga.”
After all of the abuse he inflicted on her, Kevin just couldn’t seem to knock the sarcasm out of her. His resentment had quickly turned to hate. With another punch, he told her to answer the question.
“First, who is Brandon? If that’s the boy that came in here, I told him the truth. All of y’all are going to die.”
The smug smile on her face gave Kevin a warrant to deliver a blow to her midsection. He lowered himself so that his lips were near her ear. “Tell you what, if we die, so do you. We’ll be twinsies.”
With a final slap, he left the room. His shock overtook him when he went back into the living room to find it empty and the front door wide open. He picked boys he thought would blindly follow him, but that was now shown to be a fallacy. He was in this by himself. Just as he plopped down on the couch without bothering to close the door, the burner phone that he forgot to cut off vibrated in his pocket. Kevin pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Fuk Nig! U got 2 options: 1. Bring Lyn to meet spot and die. 2. Don’t bring her and U, ya BM and ya son die. Up to you! Let me know !
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A picture was attached of Kevin’s son’s mother with his son in her lap seated in a chair with a gun to both of their heads. They both had tears streaming from their eyes. His own tear drop fell on the phone screen. What the fuck had he done! Kevin knew better than to think these niggas wouldn’t come full force behind that bitch in the room. He read the options over and over as if the words would change. With either option, he was going to die. Rage took him over!
Kevin: Where is meet spot and what time?
Unknown: Good fuk nig! 32°51'42.1"N 80°48'50.4"W. You got an hour.
Kevin’s face scrunched. He always hated how difficult everything had to be with them. Was it too much trouble for them to just send an address? They had to send damn coordinates! He stood from his seat on the couch, then moved to the bedroom.
There were no words from Kevin as he unhandcuffed Taelyn from the bed. Once he had her on her feet, he yanked her into his chest. “Let’s go, bitch! You’re of no use to me anymore.”
“Am I of no more use to you, or has my family gotten ahold of your precious Ebony and KJ?” Taelyn was no fool. She was a hacker for Christ’s sake! Did he really think that she wouldn’t find out any and everything about his ass? There were just things that she didn’t give a damn about like his baby mama and slides.
Should she have cut him loose when she found out, perhaps? It was actually fun to see him think he was sneaking around like she was stupid. Taelyn’s toxic trait was to track Kevin’s location when he was out with one of his girls and show up. Not to blast him but act oblivious to the fact that he was there. Kevin would almost have a heart attack when he saw her. There were a couple times she did approach him while he was with the girl. He would tell Lyn that the girl was a cousin, and Lyn would invite her to a cookout.
Kevin gripped Taelyn’s neck. He spoke with a clenched jaw. “Bitch, understand if anything happens to my baby mama or son, then something is going to happen to you.”
“Well, you might as well do your something because I can guarantee you that bitch is going to have a beautiful funeral,” Taelyn quipped.
Kevin couldn’t believe that even in this life-or-death situation she still didn’t seem to break. He stepped away from her in disbelief. Taelyn was a beautiful girl, but he thought when he started talking to her that she would have self-esteem issues because she was a thicker female bordering on what some would call fat. He was sadly mistaken. “You think you’re the bee’s knees, bitch? You ain’t shit, bitch. They just make you think you’re the shit to feed that fat ass, low self-esteem.”
With no emotions, Taelyn tilted her head with her eyes upward. “I’ve always wondered, do bees have knees?”
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