Walk Thru The Fire (DeLuca Brothers #2)

1. Chapter One

Chapter One

Jackson ‘Stacks’ DeLuca

The day Kasha left my house still plays in my mind.

It’s been almost two months, and I still haven’t heard anything from her ass.

No sign. No nothing. She even turned her location off and blocked my number.

At first I thought she was snatched up, but when I found out Jace was with her, I knew she played me.

All I could think about was her setting me up along with her bitch ass baby daddy.

That alone is enough to make my lil’ homie Jace an orphan because that’s exactly what he’ll be once I get my hands on him raggedy ass mama and bitch ass daddy.

As much as I cared about her ass, I wasn’t about to let her get me off of my square.

That’s probably what they wanted in the first place, hoping to catch me slipping.

I was on point though and I had something for the both of them.

I had a meeting with Stone to see if he found out some information for me.

I needed any and everything I could get my hands on at this point.

I knew Buck would be pissed about me moving without him, but when I had some solid shit, then I’d fill him in.

He had a family to think about, and I wasn’t about to pull him into no shit just because.

I pulled up to the bike yard on my bike and rode it under the awning on the side and parked. When I took my helmet off, Stone was sitting at one of the tables talking to Don. It was a few more people here, but it always was. I approached Stone and Don, dapping the both of them up.

“What’s good?” I took my seat and gave Stone my undivided attention.

“We finally got eyes on that nigga’s mama.

She’s been out-of-town visiting her sister, but she came back home on yesterday.

I had Rock stay out there to keep an eye on things until you said how you wanted to move.

” I nodded because this was the bit of information that I needed.

Dumb niggas always slipped up and left their mamas out in the open.

“Aight, bet. Shoot me the address and I’ll go check it out.”

“You need me to go with you?” he offered.

“Nah. I’ll probably take Buck with me, so he won’t be bitching. I’ll let you know if that changes, though. Good looking out.” I slapped hands with Stone and headed inside to check on things.

The bike yard was more of a clubhouse where bikers came and hung out.

We sponsored a few races and bike shows occasionally.

I got into bikes when I was around seven.

My first bike resembled a motorcycle, and I’ve been hooked ever since.

I rode my bike every damn where unless an actual vehicle was needed.

I had other vehicles, but my bike was my baby.

After checking on everything here, I left, but not before telling Stone I’d hit him up later.

I got on my bike and headed to my next destination, which was Kasha’s parent’s house.

I checked in on her mama a few times a week to see if she’d heard from her trifling ass daughter, and her answer was always the same.

No. I could tell she wasn’t lying to cover for her either.

Her face bore too much worry for her to be lying.

I pulled up to her parent’s house and parked my bike behind her pop’s truck. When I got to the door, I put my hands in the pocket of my sweats and waited for someone to come to it. After waiting a few seconds, I heard the locks turn and her mama was at the door.

“Hey, Jackson. Come in.” She stood off to the side to let me in. I waited until she closed the door before I pulled her into a hug and followed her into the living room. “How have you been?” she asked as she took a seat on the couch, and I sat opposite of her on the loveseat.

“I’m straight. How you holding up?” The look etched on her face let me know she wasn’t doing good at all. Mrs. Janice wasn’t old. She was only fifty-two, but the stress of worrying about her daughter and grandson had aged her at least ten years.

“I’m as good as I can be. I just can’t believe that Kasha would just leave like that, especially with her condition.” Kasha had diabetes and had to take medication every day. I picked up her last prescription, so it should be time for her to refill it.

“Have you checked in with her doctor?”

“I have and at first she was saying she couldn’t talk to me about her. Once I told her what was going on, she agreed to let me know if she sees or hears from her.” I nodded just as her pops, David came into the room.

“Hey, Jackson. How you doing, son?” I stood and shook his hand before sitting back down.

“I’m good. I just came to check on y’all to make sure things were straight.” He nodded.

“Have you heard anything?” He looked hopeful, just like his wife.

“I haven’t. I came to see if y’all have. I have people checking things out, though. As soon as I hear something, I’ll let y’all know.” They nodded.

I stayed a little while longer just to see if Kasha would call.

She never did. I finally got ready to leave, but not before assuring Kasha’s parents that I would let them know if I heard anything and vice versa.

I just pray for her sake that they hear from her before I do, or they’d be identifying her body.

***

When I left Kasha’s parent’s house, I hit Buck up to see if he wanted to take the ride with me to go holla at that nigga Gator’s mama. I should’ve known he wasn’t gone let me go in blind, so I was at his house now waiting for this slow ass nigga.

“Man, you could’ve called me when you finished that shit.” I frowned as that nigga came downstairs with that stupid ass grin on his face.

“Don’t get mad because I can still get pussy and yo’ bitch ghosted yo’ dumb ass.” He pushed my head as he walked over to me.

“Keep yo’ dick beaters off me, nigga.” I frowned.

“Hey, Stacks.” Nic came in the room with my nephew in her arms. This lil’ nigga looked just like his ugly ass daddy. I went to reach for him, and she handed him over.

“Wassup, sis?” I spoke to Nic as I took Benny from her. “Wassup, nephew? You good? They feeding you and shit?” He grinned, showing them bald ass gums like he understood what I was saying.

“Don’t bring yo’ ass in here like we be neglecting our son. Matter fact, let’s go.” Buck came and took Benny from my arms, but not before I kissed his cheeks. I shoved Buck’s dumb ass as soon as his hands were full.

“Goldie, I’ll be back after I deal with this nigga.

I gotta stop by Linc’s and Vault before I head back.

Hit me up if y’all need me, okay?” I watched as my brother made sure his lady and kid were straight before we left.

It was weird seeing him in this element because, for as long as I could remember, he didn’t give a fuck about these hoes, thanks to Joi.

One encounter with Nic changed all that.

“Aight, Goldie. I’ll see you later.” I smirked because Buck hated when I called his girl by the nickname he gave her.

“Make me fuck you up, Jackson.” He threatened.

“Kiss my ass, Lincoln, and bring yours.” We walked to his garage so we could get in his truck. He knew I was on my bike, so I would park it in his garage until I got back.

“Where this nigga mama stay?” he asked once we pulled out of his driveway.

“Wood Haven.”

“Nig—Wood Haven? Bruh, that’s a whole hour and a half from here.” He frowned.

“And? You act like we gotta leave the state.” I shrugged.

“I ain’t wanna be taking no damn field trips either,” he fussed.

“You’ll be alright.” I laughed because this nigga was really mad.

“Stop fucking talking to me before I knock ya teeth out and tell mama you got jumped.”

“Then what you think gone happen to you if I got jumped on your watch and not do shit?”

“I’ll tell her I was in the store and the niggas were gone when I came out.” He smirked because he knew he could talk his self out of anything dealing with our mama.

“You ain’t shit.”

We rode to the sounds of Yung Bleu’s ‘Playing With Your Feelings’ flowing through the speakers. This seemed to be my theme song right now, just in reverse. A call came through disrupting the song, and it was Kilo.

“Wassup, bro?” Buck answered.

“Shit. You out?”

“Yeah. I’m with yo’ crybaby ass brother. Nigga over there looking like he ’bout to cry and shit.” He laughed at my expense.

“Fuck outta here. Ain’t nobody crying,” I snarled.

“Not right now.” he smirked.

“Fuck you. Aye, what’s good, bro?” I diverted my conversation to Kilo since Buck wanted to be a bitch.

“I was just calling to check in. Where y’all headed?”

“’Bout to pop up on that fuck nigga’s mama. If she ain’t seen his ass, I’m more than positive that she talked to him.”

“Yeah, niggas always talking to their mamas. Look at Buck’s ass.” he joked.

“Fuck you. Don’t act like you ain’t talked to Mama today, or gone call when we get off the phone.”

“We ain’t talking about me, though.” We shared a laugh.

The conversation lasted until we were twenty minutes out.

He let us know he needed to go holla at Mel before she left for the day, and we knew what that meant.

When he first told us about the officer he was fucking, I thought he was on bullshit just to get special privileges, but he actually liked her.

We hung up with Kilo after promising to keep him in the loop of everything.

The weather in Wood Haven was always nasty today, and that only made the situation worse.

“You would pick the nastiest day to do this shit,” Buck fussed. “You better hope it’s a jacket in this muthafucka because if I get wet and get sick, I’m beating yo’ ass.” He pointed his finger in my face, and I knocked that shit back down.

“Fuck out my face and make sure you got two while you bitching.” He cursed me out but still handed me a hoodie before we got out of his truck and hurriedly made it to the porch out of the rain.

“She better hurry the fuck,” Buck fussed. No sooner than he said the words, she opened the door without asking questions. That gave us leverage to barge in.

“Who are you and why are you busting into my house?” she asked.

“You waited a fine damn time to ask that shit after you let us in.” Buck mugged the lady like he was ready to snap her neck.

“I didn’t let you in. Now tell me why you’re here. You don’t want me to call my son,” she warned.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do. Call that muthafucka up and tell him if he doesn’t bring his bitch ass out of hiding I’m gone skin you like a catfish.” The look on Buck’s face was one to make anybody shit their pants. This nigga loved torturing muthafuckas.

“He’ll do it, too. The only mamas he respects are the ones related to us, so you ma’am have no dog in this race. Ain’t that’s how y’all old people say it?” I smirked. She looked scared shitless, and she had every right to be.

“I—I haven’t talked to Lance in months. The last time I talked to him, he said him and his son’s mother were leaving town. That’s all I know.” When she said that, I looked at Buck and his eyes were already on me.

“His son’s mother? She’s with him?” I asked.

“Yes. That’s what he told me.”

Nodding, I turned to leave. I didn’t need to hear shit else.

That bitch played me and when I got my hands on her, she’s gone wish she’d never crossed a nigga like me.

I may not have been as out in the open with my shit as Buck, but don’t let that small misconception fool you.

I could get just as worse, and Kasha was gone experience that firsthand, along with her baby daddy.

I left Buck inside the house because I didn’t wanna hear shit else that old bitch had to say. When he finally came out and got in the truck, I had already lit a blunt.

“You killed her?” I asked, passing him the blunt.

“Nah. I just told her if she loved her life that she would tell her son to bring his ass and bring Kasha with him. They can’t hide forever and the first tip we get, we gone get active.

” I nodded because I was with all that. I had my mind made up, and it was set on a double plot for Kasha and her pussy ass baby daddy.