Chapter 20
CASH “MONEY” BANKS
“Fuck!” I slammed my fist on the counter when Jasmine’s phone went straight to voicemail for the hundredth time.
I called Jelani. He picked up on the first ring. “Yo.”
“He took Jasmine,” I gritted as I headed for the safe upstairs.
“Wait—who?” his voice sharpened. “Yo, turn that shit down!” he barked at someone in the background.
“Marcus,” I spat, pressing my thumb to the keypad. The safe popped open with a click. I put the phone on speaker and checked both chambers of my guns before shoving them in the waistband of my pants. “I fucking told her that nigga was grimy.”
“What you need me to do?”
“Call Slim. Tell him to hit that nigga’s shipment tonight.” We were supposed to wait another day or two, but if Marcus wanted to start a war, I’d give him one. “I put a tracker on her phone a few weeks back. If it’s still on her, I can ping her location.
“You put a tracker on her phone?”
“Now’s not the time to judge me, nigga,” I said as I shoved my feet into my sneakers. “I’m calling Nairobi. She needs to bring Kyree in. Time to wrap this shit up.”
I hung up and grabbed my keys. My heart hammered against my ribs, rage swelling in my chest at the thought of something happening to her.
If Marcus violated her, he was gonna regret the day that RICO got tossed.