33. Zelan
My brother had called me yesterday asking for Ari and I to come over for an important dinner. I was not feeling the shit, but because he said it was important, we agreed to go.
I lost my shit when that nigga got to announcing that he married Kenya.
What the fuck for and why so soon? I was on fire with him.
Like what the fuck was my brother going through?
He just straight fucked over Ciera. I knew they weren’t together but damn, he could’ve at least done the shit much better than what he did.
I had enough of the bullshit. It was something about Kenya, and for some reason, the feeling was strong because I never acted that way with my brother.
I had to go home and give Ari all the shit I was feeling.
I felt bad because I saw my dick peeking out her mouth, that’s how deep I was in her.
I caught his hoe ass right in the back alley of the bar smoking on a cigarette, clearly drunk as fuck.
Of course, the moment he saw me he tried to take off running, but one my little homies had the alley blocked in, so he didn’t get very far.
After I beat the shit out of him, I stabbed his rapist ass in the dick over and over again and made sure to let him know that it was for what he did to my woman.
His punk ass was crying like a baby swearing that he was drunk and wasn’t in his right mind when he did that shit, but none of that phased me one bit.
Taking him out was for the betterment of the world and all the future queens he could’ve potentially came into contact with.
There was nothing I despised more than a muthafucka who took pussy.
They were on the same level as pedophiles to me and both deserved to die.
I stared him dead in the eyes before I finished him off with two bullets to the head.
An hour later, I was back at home showering then I crawled back into bed with my beautiful woman.
We slept in until the afternoon then once Ari was up, she got ready for her girl's date with Kari.
When we were on our way home last night, Ari told me about her conversation with Ciera, and Ma Lai.
I swear I feel so fucking bad for Ci, but I would be here for whatever she needed.
Now as for Lai, I was going to call her.
That lady was a goon, but she belonged to us so if she wanted to ride out on Ju, I was the fuck riding.
I let myself into my mom’s house and called out, “Mommmmm!”
“Boy, what the hell I told your ass about all that damn yelling!” She fussed at me.
“Sorry, mom.” I smirked and wrapped my arms around her for a big hug.
“So, how you feeling this morning?” she asked after I released her.
“I’m feeling better. When I leave here, I’m going to talk to Juelz,” I told her.
“Good! I don’t want no shit from the two of you, Zelan.
I could only say I was happy for them, because Juelz is going to do what he wants to do.
I wish that he had given it some more time as well.
I mean, I loved Kenya; she was good for him, but so much time has passed, and like you said last night, people change.
I know he may have done this for the sake of Kari, but all Kari wants is to be happy.
And it seems as if this “CiCi” person, Kari said was her daddy’s girlfriend, makes her happy too.
You care to explain?” She said with a raised brow.
Damn, I thought Juelz told Ma about Ciera.
“Ju didn’t tell you about Ciera, mom?” I asked her.
“You know damn well he didn’t, now sit your ass down and start talking!” she said with aggression.
“Ciera is Ari’s older sister. She is a very beautiful girl, and Ari actually favors her a lot.
She worked for Juelz at the bank he just bought, and a relationship started.
They were still in the beginning stages, but they hit it off and from what I could tell they were getting really close.
We went to Belize for her birthday and we were all out to dinner when Ju spotted Kenya and just left with her.
Ciera was devastated, and that’s why we came home so early,” I explained, leaving nothing out.
“Fast-forward, she went to Juelz’s house the day he got married, found out that he’s now married, and she left town. Ari has talked to her, but Ciera won’t tell us where she is.” I looked at her as I finished talking. Yep, a nigga was straight snitching, and I hoped Ma whooped his ass too!
“Is he fucking crazy? Why the fuck would he do some shit like that to her? I don’t even know her, and I feel the fuck horrible because my son did that shit to her. Y’all gone make me lose my religion.”
“Ma, why when Ju do something I’m blamed?” I asked, laughing because she always did that shit. Even when we were younger, if Juelz did some dumb shit, I had to pay for it too.
“Because y’all brothers, that’s why. You should have been on his ass when you saw that he was going to fuck up.
That means you could have done something to stop it!
Damn it, don’t ask me why, just go with it, Zelan Shahid Kassom!
Cause you know your ass don’t really have any options but to go with it,” she screamed like she was right.
I just sat there with my mouth open, looking at this beautiful, frustrated woman, I called mom.
“Well, I’m going to get with his ass, believe that! Get me Ciera’s phone number today; I would like to talk to her,” she said, walking out of the living room.
It was after 7 p.m. when I left my mom’s house, so I headed over to Juelz’s.
When I pulled up, I decided to go in through my regular entrance, which was a door in the back of the house, and I headed to the kitchen because a nigga was hungry.
I found something to eat in the fridge, sat at the counter with my grub, and busted down my meal.
I dialed Juelz’s number because this fucking museum was too much to be walking around in.
“Yeah?” He answered.
“Where you at, bro? I’m at your house in the kitchen,” I told him.
“I had a meeting, and I’m on the way home now. X should be there or pulling up soon. We're supposed to have a drink before he leaves to go back to Belize, but I’m running a little behind,” he stated.
“Oh bet. Let me go see if he here. Where is Kenya?” I asked.
“She just got home; she was out shopping earlier. I just talked to her because I needed her to let Xavier in, so he could wait there for me,” he said.
“Okay, I’m going to go find X,” I said, ending the call.
Getting up from the table, I walked down the hall, and I heard arguing coming from that direction. Walking up to the door of the living room, I heard X and Kenya talking, and the shit didn’t sound like it was friendly, so my fucking antennas went up. I stood by and listened.
“How the fuck could you marry him? That was not a part of the fucking plan!” X yelled lowly.
“What the fuck was I supposed to do, baby? This was what we decided when we ran through all the scenarios, if we were ever faced with it!” Kenya said.
Now, I knew I wasn’t hearing the shit they in this room talking about! In my brother’s house at that! Like we not some natural born muthafucking killas! These bitches set all this shit up and was living together all this time!
Just as I was about to go in the room and let my gun talk, Ari was calling. I walked away from the door and answered my phone.
“What’s up, babe? I got some shit to handle real quick!” I spoke in a tone I didn’t normally speak in, but a nigga was fucking steaming.
“This ain’t your muthafucking babe, BITCH!” the unknown man said in the phone.
“YO, WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?” I yelled just as Juelz walked through the door.
“Fuck who I am. Just know I got your bitch, and your brother's daughter. If you want them unharmed, you and your brother will meet me with twenty million dollars at the address I’m going to text you and come alone! I know it takes time to get twenty million together, so you got two hours.”
“I want to speak to her right the fuck now!” I yelled. There was some scuffling in the phone and then I heard Ari’s voice.
“Zellllaann! Baby come get us! PLEASE, BABY!” Ari screamed.
“Babe, I’m coming. I put that on my own life!” I yelled in the phone.
“Have that money together.”
Juelz started speaking, because I had the phone on speaker.
“BITCH BOYY, IF YOU TOUCH AN INCH OF MY DAUGHTER, YOU WILL DIE SLOW!” Ju yelled, ending the call.
“I will meet you in the car,” he said as he ran upstairs and came right back down shortly after, with duffle bags in each hand. He jumped in my car and we sped off.
“Did you have detail on them?” Juelz asked me.
“Yes, Ari has a small detail,” I spoke up.
My mind was running in overload as we sped down the highway with our security team all around us.
“Did you send Kari’s detail with them?”
“No, because I assumed Ari had a detail!” He yelled.
“FUUUUCKKK!” I had already sent Meek a 911 text.
We pulled into our warehouse where we kept the money and guns. Our security was all there, and our street crew was starting to arrive.
“Yo, what the fuck is up?” Meek walked in, asking.
“Somebody got my niece and my girl!” I yelled out.
“Your niece? They got Kari? Oh, these niggas is ready to die!” Meek swore.
“Listen up, they want twenty million; we got that shit. However, they want me and Juelz to come alone. So, that’s what we the fuck doing, Kari is small and we not going to mess with her life with a lot of gunplay.
When they let them go, Meek, you will be outside waiting to take the girls to our safe house,” I said.
“My mom’s security team has alerted her, and she is being moved as we speak, for extra precaution. I want Ma Lai moved as well,” I said.
“I’m on it!” Meek yelled out and he sent someone to get Ma Lai.
Ju was on the phone, so I assumed he was moving his bitch.
I couldn’t put that shit on him right now, but I planned to as soon as we got the girls to safety.
My phone lit up, letting me know that I had a text.
It was from Ari’s phone. These dumb muthafuckas kept using her phone so we had the address already.
Our computer guy tracked her phone five minutes ago, so our team was aware of where they were.
“Zel, we got to go, man!” Juelz said.
This nigga was on a mission, and I was on that same fucking time. These niggas touched my girl and my little heart! They were going to die real slow for sure because they made my Kari cry, and they scared her which was a death wish that I would be sure to grant.
About thirty minutes later, we pulled over about a mile from the location and Meek jumped out of the car he was driving.
“Yo man, are you two sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He asked with concern. That was my nigga. He would lay down for me, and I would do the same for him.
“We good, Meek. Just get the girls out of here when they come out,” I said.
“Boss, we got eyes all around you, so we ready,” Jeff, the head of security, walked up and said to Juelz. Juelz nodded and walked back to the truck. Jumping in, we drove to the location.
“You ready, bro?” He asked.
“Been ready,” I stated.
We got out the truck and walked up to the door. Juelz and I both carried a large duffle bag that held ten million apiece in it. You can bet your last breath that we were armed and muthafucking dangerous!
The door opened as we walked up, and some ugly nigga let us in.
Damn, these niggas were fucking slow. How you gone just let us walk in without checking our ass?
As we got closer, I saw that Kari was sitting in Ari’s lap, and they both were crying.
Ari was comforting her and promising her that they’d be okay; at that moment, I knew that she was it for me.
“Welcome to the party, gentlemen,” this young-looking nigga said, walking up to us. He looked familiar as hell.
The more I stared, the more I was able to place him. That’s when I realized that he was the nigga I fucked up in my club over Ari.
“Ju, I think that’s the nigga I fucked up at the club,” I whispered. He looked up at me, nodding that he understood.
“We here, nigga. Now let them go!” Juelz screamed.
“Let me see the money first,” he said, looking at Ju and me.
This clown and his guard had their guns trained on us, so we opened the bags for him to see the cash. “Okay, toss the bags and we will let them go,” he said, but Ju was shaking his head no.
“Naw. You gone have to let them go, playa,” he said. The dumb ass gave the okay to free Ari and Kari and they both jumped up, running our way.
“Dadddyyy!” Kari ran to her dad.
“Babe!” Ari ran up to me, I hugged her and then told her to get Kari and go!
“Ari, shit could have been good for us, if you would have just gave me some pussy,” the bitch boy said.
“Fuckkkkk you, Mike! They are going to kill you and that old nigga that’s working with you.”
Me and Ju looked at each other, and now we were wondering who his partner was. Ari took off outside, and that left us in the building with these fuck niggas!
“Sonnnnnns! It's so nice to see you again,” a voice said, walking up on us. Juelz pulled his gun from his waist, and I followed.
I know that’s not our bitch ass sperm donor?
“What the fuck? You ready to die, nigga? Father or not I will blow your head clean off your body!” Juelz yelled, and this bitch nigga laughed.
“Father? I’m not your fucking Dad, you dumb bastard.
Why do you think I left you lil niggas, I got one son, and that’s Mike right here.
That nigga Mone was your daddy, why you think he put you on so quick?
It wasn’t because you begged him, it was because he knew he was your fucking daddy, and it was his way of helping his son!
Ask your momma. That bitch is the hoe that created all this shit.
Cheating on me with that nigga, like I wasn’t going to find the fuck out.
You muthafuckas look just like his bitch ass.
I’m here for your spot, and we taking that shit.
Just like we tried to take it from his ass.
Who you think ordered the hit on him?” he yelled.
When he said that shit, gunfire erupted and men were coming from everywhere.
So, Juelz and I did what we knew how to do and that was gunplay.
I guess these niggas wasn’t dumb after all!
I was blasting off shot after shot, on my Tony Montana shit until I was hit.
A sharp pain ripped through me as everything faded black…
Keep turning for book 2…