Chapter 30 #2
“Dead this shit, son. They fucked with your wife. Anybody who fucks with mine won’t breathe to tell the story.”
“You know how I’m rocking behind mine. I’m bringing her back and sending them niggas out the worst way.”
After Priest and J’Ru said goodbye to their wives, we rushed out of Remy’s house and piled into our cars.
J’Ru tossed me his keys, letting me drive and lead everyone to where Jazzy’s location pinged.
We flew down the interstate in a single file line before dispersing and taking up each lane.
J’Ru’s phone went off with a call from Priest, and he set it on speaker.
“Yo, Ahk, what’s the move?” Priest asked as he matched my speed on the side of me.
“Blow whoever step in between me getting my wife face off. We need to be in and out.”
“Say fucking less. Stay tight. I can’t risk losing you too.”
I chuckled. “Yo grumpy ass don’t gotta worry about losing me. I gotta make sure you make it back to my sister.”
“We all gone make it back with Jazzy. I’m ready to light these bitch-ass niggas up for touching my family,” J’Ru sneered at the thought of the hell we were about to raise.
We all agreed with him before we ended the call.
I floored the fucking gas until we were two minutes out from her location.
Kaymen was big on peeping the scene before running through the house, which differed from how me and J’Ru wanted to roll.
We were on an act now and ask questions later type of time, but we followed Kaymen’s lead.
He and Priest circled the block only once and were able to relay to us that there was an unmarked white van in the driveway.
They couldn’t make out whether there was any movement in the house, so we really just had to take our chances.
Once we got the green light from Priest, we pulled up and hopped out. Everyone stood back as I applied two heavy kicks to the door, knocking it off the hinges. One after the other, we eased inside, making sure we didn’t take the silence within the home as a sign that we should have our guard down.
I motioned my head for J’Ru to follow me down the stairs to the basement while Moe and Diamond headed up. Priest, Javi, and Kaymen canvassed the living room, kitchen, and the bedrooms in search for Jazzlyn.
When J’Ru and I got to the door that led to the basement, we noticed the padlock that was secured around a latch.
I motioned for J’Ru to fall back while I shot at the lock, popping it open.
Bypassing the door, we rushed down the steps with our guns extended in front of us, ready to blow at whoever we came across.
Once we got down to the lower level, my heart ached at the sight of the empty basement. This was the fourth house we ran through in search of Jazzlyn and came up with nothing. This shit was killing me slowly. I needed to find her.
“Fuck! They already moved her.” J’Ru shook his head as defeat weighed down on his shoulders.
I continued to look around the basement.
It was a fucking mess with mildew and stained carpet.
There was a cot pushed against the wall of the staircase.
Near some rusted pipes, I peeped something silver catch my eye.
I walked over to it and realized it was a small bedazzled ‘K’ that Jazzy used to decorate the zippers of the lounge sets she had just released for her clothing brand, Kinza.
I remembered her talking my head off about it because it made the sets look so “girly and cute,” as she would say.
“She was here, son.” I picked up the zipper piece. “She had on her brand today. The new pieces she just dropped. This the zipper.”
“You think she left this behind?”
“She had to. Unless it was some sort of struggle and it fell off. Either way it went, she was here.”
Priest, Kaymen, and Javi made it to the basement, and I could see the defeated look that masked their faces. “She ain’t here.” Priest shook his head.
“Yeah, but she was.” I held up the zipper for him to see for himself.
“Aye, check this out,” Kaymen called us over to the rusted pipes in the room.
We made our way over and squatted down just lust like he had.
On the wall near the pipes, the word Baltimore was scratched into the old wooden panels.
Jazzy was fucking smart and knew she needed to keep us on her trail.
We may have been too late to catch her here, but we were getting close.
“My baby so smart, son.” I shook my head, astonished by how she managed to be so resourceful. “They moved her to fucking Baltimore.”
My phone rang with a call from an unknown number, and I quickly answered. “Yeah.”
“Yo, Ahk, you sound stressed,” the person on the other end of the call taunted with a chuckle, causing my blood to boil.
“You laughing now, pussy, but shit won’t be funny when I slice your throat from ear to ear.”
“What you did out in Miami was decent. You actually got Silas fucked up out there.”
“Who the fuck you supposed to be? His fucking assistant? Link me to the bitch-ass nigga who ordering you around. Where’s my fucking wife?”
“The name’s Beanie. Learn that shit. She alive… for now. I don’t turn tricks, but she might be my first one. Once she’s all ran through, I’ll knock her off quick. She won’t even suffer. I promise.”
“Nigga, I’m gone kill you with my bare fucking hands!” Priest exploded, unable to withstand the thought of Jazzy being hurt.
The wicked laugh that sounded from the other side of the call let me know that the nigga I was dealing with ain’t have shit to lose and everything to gain behind this. Silas once again entrusted some peon-ass nigga to do his dirty work.
“You and your crew still popping tough shit like I won’t send a bullet through this bitch head,” he threatened.
My nose flared. “I put this on everything: I’m gone be the closest thing to the devil when I get my hands on you, bitch.
I’m done rapping with you. I’m on my fucking way, and when I get there, my wife better not be missing a hair on her motherfuckin’ head.
I’m gone make sure you die a slow and painful death, you bum-ass nigga.
You got a head start. Use that shit wisely. ” I banged the line on him.
“I know where he took her,” I announced while searching through my phone.
As I rushed up the stairs, everybody followed me.
I finally pulled up the picture I took of the list of investment properties owned by Silas when I busted through his warehouse in Rochester after hemming up Roc and his son, Noah.
Sure the fuck enough, there was a Baltimore address on there.
“We out?” Diamond asked.
“Yeah. To Baltimore. I’m sending everyone the address now.”
Getting back in our cars, we hit the interstate just as fast as we came. This shit was gonna end tonight. I’d be fucking damned if my wife was held captive for 24 hours by these lame-ass niggas.
The three-hour drive to Baltimore had everybody on fucking edge. By the time we touched down, it was nearing midnight.
“We got a few niggas posted out front,” Kaymen informed us after he and Priest peeped the scene. We were a block down, waiting for them to give us the green light.
“Diamond, do what you gotta do.”
“Say fucking less,” she chuckled. Jersey cut his car with Moe and Diamond in front of us, easing onto the block where Silas had his trap set up.
I watched as Diamond extended her arm out the window, hailing her gun, and began shooting at the niggas who were posted up front.
My sharpshooter never fucking disappointed.
She caught them off guard and dropped them immediately.
I sped down the block, and everyone else followed suit. We hopped out just when shots began firing from the house. The niggas inside took heed to Diamond knocking off the niggas on the porch and began shooting back.
“Take the back. Me, Kay, and Javi will hold it down up front. Find my fucking sister, Ahk,” Priest said to me.
I shot him a nod before trekking to the back of the house with J’Ru right behind me. My adrenaline was on ten as I kicked the door down with one powerful kick. I immediately gained entry through the kitchen of the run-down house.
Bullets came hurling in our direction once their weak-ass crew put two and two together and realized they were fucking surrounded.
In that moment, I wasn’t thinking about shit besides getting my baby back into my arms. I walked through that shit like I was motherfucking invincible.
I was seeing red as I dropped body after body.
Priest, Kaymen, Moe, and Javi continued to push up on them from the front of the house while Jersey and Diamond made their way around the back of the house to help J’Ru and me.
I dropped one nigga who was desperately trying to crawl from the heat of my gun. His life was in my hands, so I pressed my foot onto his neck, cutting his air supply.
“Where the fuck is my wife?!” I roared as I narrowed my eyes down at him.
Gun smoke filled the air as bullets continued to sound through our ears.
Ole boy looked me in my eyes, a single tear slipping from it because he knew he had made it to the end.
“Fuck you,” were the last words he croaked out.
I didn’t give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me.
I simply pulled my trigger and sent a swift bullet between his eyes.
Priest and the guys were finally able to make it through the front door after they knocked off everyone who stood in their way.
We moved militantly through the home, kicking down door after door in search of Jazzlyn.
Moe and Jersey remained on the main level of the home.
Diamond and Javi took the second floor. Me, Priest, J’Ru, and Kaymen went down to the basement, where I kicked the door down like I did at the last house.