PROLOGUE #3
Meek and Zel were right behind me, wasting no time helping me get the money together and bagging it up.
Meek called the team and they were on the block within the hour while we waited on the address.
An hour later, a text came through with an address out in Yonkers and we loaded it up.
This nigga wasn’t getting shit if I didn’t see Kenya first. When I found out who was behind this shit, nothing and nobody was going to save his ass from my wraith.
We pulled up to the address; it was an abandoned warehouse, and there were no cars parked in the lot.
The crew was parked further down the street waiting on us to give them the word.
Zelan, Meek, and I got out the truck with our guns in hand.
Meek had a gun strapped across his chest because one thing was for certain—we didn’t come to play with these dudes.
I had two of my heavy shooters in the truck, ducked off and they were just waiting for the right moment to get out.
The truck was tinted so you couldn’t see them but they sure as shit could see you.
Zelan eased the warehouse front door open, and we all headed inside.
That same deep, robotic voice came through the darkness.
“Don’t think we don’t see your lil entourage parked out on the road. Nigga you not playing with some rookies. We do this shit. Now put the bag down and step back outside. Once we look at the money then we will send her out,” he said.
“Nigga you must think we slow. You can bring yo bitch ass down here and get this bread and bring Kenya with you. Or you don’t get shit and we can just shoot this shit up and come get her ourselves.
The fuck type time you on. You tough, but I bet this muthafuckin clip tougher.
Bitch ass nigga. Ju, we ain’t leaving shit!
We don’t even know that Kenya’s here!” Zelan snapped.
“Juelzzz! Please just do what he says!” Kenya’s worried voice echoed through the warehouse, and I wasted no time doing like he said and threw down the bag of money and stepped back. I didn’t want to do anything that would make dude do anything to her.
“Let’s just step back and as soon as we get her, we can light this bitch up,” I told them and we eased out the door.
Suddenly, lights went out, but Meek eased into a dark corner inside, hoping that they didn’t notice. I had the door cracked so that Zel and I could keep our eyes on the bag. With the damn lights out, we could barely see shit.
“Nah something ain’t right. Zelan pulled his phone out and called Lo for them to pull up.
My shooters, Tez and Drake, hopped out the back of the truck.
I eased back in warehouse then seconds later, the lights came on, and the bag was gone.
I still hadn’t gotten a call and now I was pissed.
My phone beeped, and I look down at the phone seeing a text.
Unknown: I told you to play by my rules and you failed, now I got yo money and yo bitch!
“Nahhhh! Fuck that! Tear this muthafucka apart. He couldn’t have gotten far!” I roared.
“Meek, did you see anything?” Zelan questioned.
“Nah, as soon as those lights went out, I couldn’t see shit. I heard something but it was hard to follow. They were smart because they knew exactly how to move in the darkness. This shit is crazy.” He sighed.
“This why I said not to give them shit! Cause now the nigga done outsmarted us. He got what he asked for and Kenya.”
“Fuckkkkk! What the fuck was I thinking!” I roared.
We moved around the warehouse and searched high and low for the dude and Kenya but there were no traces of neither of them.
We waited for hours and nothing. No calls, no texts—nothing!
I even checked the cameras at my house and saw nothing.
My heart shattered because I let my emotions get the best of me.
It was the first time that I made a move without thinking it all the way through. I’d never let that shit happen again.
For weeks, we searched the streets and came up with absolutely nothing.
I couldn’t believe this shit; it was like they had completely vanished.
I even ran up on all my known enemies dropping bodies in the process and still nothing.
These new niggas had moved in and had it out for me, so in my heart of hearts, I felt like it was them.
I dropped a few niggas from their crew and after that I didn’t hear shit else from them.
That shit was killing me and every time I was with my daughter, I shed some tears for her because I felt like I let her, and her mother down.
The entire ordeal had changed me, and I knew I would never be the same again.
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
Staying at my crib was no longer suitable because everything reminded me of Kenya.
I felt like someone was crushing my heart with no relief.
Today marked a little over two months and Kenya was still missing.
I even contacted a cop that was on my payroll to look into this for me, and he didn’t come up with anything either.
It was almost like she’d vanished off the face of for earth with no clues.
I felt completely helpless and the longer she was missing, I knew that shit wasn’t good and would never be.
I was at my mom’s house and had just put Kari down for bed, then I headed out to meet Zel and Meek at the club. When I pulled up, I immediately parked and my phone beeped. Picking it up out the console, I clicked on the text because it was from an unknown number, and I knew it was him.
Unknown: I got tired of this bitch! And I hate you so much that I wanted to see yo bitch ass suffer.
The next text was a video and my heart exploded. This nigga sent a video of Kenya screaming for me to help her, and seconds later he shot her in the chest then her body dropped. That shit damn near suffocated me to the point that I felt like I died with her.
“Kenyyyaaa! Fuck nooooo!” I cried so bad I sounded like a wounded animal.
I sat in that car for hours in disbelief that these niggas got the drop on me and took my fiancée away from me and Kari’s mother away from her.
Zelan had been calling me back-to-back for hour, and I finally got the strength to tell him what had happened.
He rushed out of the club in search of my car, and when he found me, he wasted no time hopping in.
“Ju, man I’m so fuckin sorry, bro.” Zelan looked over at me with a sadden expression. I passed the phone to him, and he immediately replayed the video.
“Fuckkk!” he yelled.
I felt defeated. The only thing that felt right was my life with Kenya.
We were supposed to get married next month.
I had finally gotten her to choose a date and when she said that she just wanted to go ahead and get married, but that she wanted something small, I was fine with it.
We hired a planner to put together a small, intimate ceremony and now I had to change it to a memorial service.
I wanted my girl’s body so that I could put her away beautifully, but something was telling me that they’d never give it to me.
I went back to my brother’s house that night because I needed time to process everything.
It took me a minute, however a few weeks later, we had a memorial service for Kenya.
Shortly after that I moved out of our house then Kari and I moved into a new home.
My mom stayed with me until we hired a housekeeper and nanny to help me out with my baby girl.
I even hired a new security guard and had to buy a new SUV for him to drive.
I needed someone that wasn’t from the streets, but a professional.
It wasn’t for me because I was always good, but I needed him to be with my daughter at all times.
So, whomever she was with whether if it was my mom or the nanny, he was there as well.
Life was tough right now; mentally more than anything.
I just hoped that me and Kari come out on the other side of this shit alright.