Chapter 17 #2
“Who the fuck is this?” He barked in a tone that I’d never heard from him. It made me jump, and he wasn’t even next to me.
“Uh, Sincere, this man has me. He said that you took something from him and he wants it back.”
“Kenedi, are you good, baby? Did they hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. He said he just wants his stuff back, and he’ll let me go. Please give him what he wants. I don’t want to get hurt,” I said, no longer being able to fight back tears.
“I’m on the way, okay? Everything is going to be okay. I just need you to be strong for me until I get there. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Okay, let me speak to him.”
“He wants to speak to you,” I said, holding the phone out. I wasn’t sure where the man was, so I assumed that he would grab the phone on his own.
He and Sincere spoke for a few minutes before agreeing on a meetup spot.
I wasn’t sure where we were going, but from the conversation, I was going to be going with them.
Now that I knew this had something to do with Sincere’s street shit, I was terrified.
Secretly, it had been something I was afraid of from the moment he told me what he did outside of running the record label.
However, as pissed as I wanted to be at him and myself for getting into this situation, I couldn’t dwell on that at the moment.
I would have to address that when I got out of this situation and back to safety.
After a few more minutes, I was being thrown into another car and transported to what I assumed was the meetup location.
After some adjusting, I could finally see who I was riding with.
There were two younger guys in the front and a much older man riding next to me.
Even though he said nothing, I assumed he was the one in charge.
As we pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse, I could easily see that we were walking into a trap.
Either we were walking into a trap, or he had one set up for Sincere.
However, I chose to believe that this man had gotten in way over his head and was going to pay the price for touching me.
I didn’t have to see Sincere in the streets to understand how he moved in them.
I knew how he moved when we were handling business, and I knew that same demon time mentality carried over into the streets, too.
“If all goes well, you’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight, and this will all seem like a bad dream.
I can’t guarantee Sincere will be sleeping beside you, though.
That niggas a little hardheaded and needs to be knocked off his high horse.
Do you know I’m the one who taught that motherfucker the game?
Huh? Then he’s going to tell me what I can and can’t do in the streets that I fucking built. Bastard!”
I wasn’t sure, but this shit with them seemed personal.
I knew it was about the streets, but it seemed a lot deeper than just some territorial beef, or whatever the hell they liked to call it.
He sounded hurt. As much as I wanted to ask more questions, I chose not to.
My only concern at the moment was getting myself out of there.
If Sincere wanted to have a conversation with him about whatever was going on with them, that was up to him.
“Alright, let’s go get what’s mine,” the man said, pulling me out of the car with him.
I think he noticed that the blindfold they put on me shifted, and as he went to adjust it, it sounded as though we stepped into the middle of a warzone.
As I did my best to duck and find cover, I could only pray that what was going on was the result of Sincere coming to get me.
For a moment, it felt as though I was being pulled in two different directions.
But the moment I felt his touch, I knew it was Sincere.
Shortly after realizing that it was him, I heard a pop loud as hell in my ear, and the other person pulling on me let go.
“I got you,” he said in my ear as he picked me up and carried me away from all the chaos that I was sure had to be going on around us.
Once we made it to the car, he sat me down and pulled the blindfold from my face.
The moment our eyes locked, I broke down.
The only thing that I kept thinking about was that this couldn’t be my real life.
I was not just kidnapped because my fiancé was in the middle of a street war.
This was the kind of shit that I read about in books or saw at the movies.
It didn’t happen to regular people. People like me.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know, Sincere. This is too much to handle right now. I just want to get out of here,” I said, sliding further into the car and swinging my legs in so that he could shut the door for me.
I knew that we needed to have a conversation about everything, but now wasn’t the time for that.
The only thing I wanted to do was get out of the dress I wore and lay down.
My head still hurt from hitting the door, and I needed some rest. Once I was rested, then we could talk about everything that had happened.
“Are you okay? Kenedi, you gotta say something to me, baby. I just need to know that you're okay, so I can be okay.”
Sighing, I replied, “I’m fine. I just have a headache from my head hitting the door.”
“Okay, I’ll get you taken care of,” he said, speeding up a little. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I decided that I needed to get some rest. I couldn’t fight the heaviness that my eyes held.
Not long after, I felt my body lifted once again.
This time, I didn’t tense up because I knew it was Sincere and that he was going to make sure that I was okay.
I knew he felt horrible for everything, and I was doing my best not to blow up on him because of something that happened out of his control.
When I agreed to be with him, knowing what he was into, I guessed that I also agreed to deal with the bad that came with that life.
Now, however, things were different. I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever go through something like that again.
“Yeah, she needs to be checked out for a head injury,” I heard him say to someone I assumed was a nurse or someone working the front desk. I didn’t think going to the hospital was necessary, but hey, we were here, so why not get checked out just in case?
A couple of hours later, they’d run every test under the sun, and I was fine.
They said a little Tylenol and Advil should do the trick, and I would be okay in a couple of days.
Just like with everything else, they said that if the symptoms got worse, they wanted me to follow up with my primary or come back to the emergency room.
After checking out, we headed back to his place, and I could tell that now that we knew I was good, he wasn’t going to let me go to bed without us having a conversation. So, instead, I showered and sat in bed waiting for him to do the same and come out.
From where I sat on the bed, I could see him as he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and my pussy began to react.
This was not the time to be thinking about having sex, but Sincere just did something to me.
Even though I was torn on whether or not I wanted to be upset with him, my body still craved him and wanted to feel him inside of me.
“Alright, you want to tell me what’s going through your mind now?” He asked, getting onto the bed and pulling my body into his.
“Nothing, honestly. At first, I thought this was some bullshit that had to do with either Logan’s or Ray’s ass, and I was hellbent on beating the shit out of them once I made it out of that.
However, I quickly remembered that it couldn’t be either of them for obvious reasons.
But then, whoever that man was, he made it clear that this had something to do with a street beef you had, and my anger turned on you.
I know that’s not fair because I agreed to stay with you, but I never thought anything like this would happen. ”
“I don’t think your anger is misdirected.
This did happen because of me, and that’s not something that I can change.
I never thought it would, but that’s also because I’ve never had anything that people felt they could do to hurt me personally.
And that’s not just in the street shit. Because I’m sure that you’ve learned by now that the music business isn’t much different than the shit we have going on in the streets. ”
“You’re right about that. It’s definitely just as ruthless from what I’ve seen.
But even though I know I can’t put this all on you, whether it's street or regular business-related, we unfortunately can’t control other people's actions. I do want to know what your plans are moving forward? I know you said you were going to leave that life behind, but now I think we have to speed that up. You need to handle what needs to be handled and then be done with it.”
“I’m done with it. I have a few loose ends to tie up, but other than that, I’m out. I will never let anything like what happened tonight happen to you ever again. I damn near lost my mind thinking about what you were going through.”
“Well, I’m fine. I just really want to put it behind us.”
“If that’s what you want to do, then I’m fine with it. But if you want to know something else, then ask me.”
“No, I’m fine. I’m safe, you’re safe, and I just want to put things behind us. I trust that you’re going to do whatever you can to make sure this doesn’t happen ever again.”
“I am. Now that we have that out of the way, I do want to talk to you about something. I don’t think there’s an easy way to transition into it, so I’m just going to say it.
The doctor said that you were pregnant when they did your exam.
I know you were tired, and I didn’t want them to overwhelm you, but it’s something that we need to talk about. ”
Pulling my body from his and removing his arm from around me, I sank into the bed and rested my head on the pillow behind me. “I know. I found out today. I was going to tell you after the party. I didn’t want to take over the night since we both already had so much to worry about.”
“Kenedi, when will you get that you’re the most important person and part of my life? If you need to talk to me about anything, you always take priority, ma. The party was important, but nothing matters more than you do.”
“Trust me, I’m learning that more and more these days. So, how do you feel about me being pregnant?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbow and looking into his eyes. I knew that he was going to be okay with it, but I needed to be sure that this was what he wanted, too.
“I’m happy as hell, honestly. You’re already going to be my wife, and I want you to be the mother of my kids. If God wants to speed up that process, so be it. What’s more important is how you feel about being pregnant.”
“I’m actually very happy. I would’ve preferred to be married before we brought children into this world, but I’m still extremely happy to be carrying our child and becoming a mother.”
Bending down, he connected his lips with mine as he rubbed my stomach.
The butterflies that came whenever he touched me began swarming in my stomach.
Something inside was telling me that my life was on the verge of getting even better, if that was even possible.
I was truly the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
And the thought of things getting better than they already were literally made me want to cry.
Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones already kicking in, or maybe it was just pure happiness.
“I’m happy that you’re happy. And, if you want to, we can get married before the baby gets here. You don’t have a budget, so I’m sure that we can make whatever you want to happen for our wedding happen before it’s time for you to deliver.”
“Really? I don’t want to rush into marriage because I’m pregnant.”
“Kenedi, I would marry you right now if that’s what you wanted to do. But I know you, and I know a wedding with all the bells and whistles is important to you. And who says it has to be rushed? You have plenty of time to plan things. And money always talks and makes people move faster.”
“Okay, let’s do it then. We have to tell my parents first, though. My mother would kill both of us if we didn’t involve her in the entire process,” I said, laughing.
“Yeah, I know. I’m on whatever time you’re on.”
“Okay. I love you. I’m ready to go to bed now,” I said, turning over and scooting my body into his as he wrapped his arm around my body.
“I love you, too,” he said, kissing my neck.
As we laid there, I could feel that he still had a lot on his mind, and I knew that there was nothing else that I could do to calm him down.
I knew that he was trying to hold things together for me, but now that he knew I was good, he was going to be on a warpath.
Even without knowing that he still had dealings in the streets, Sincere already gave off the vibe that he wasn’t to be played with or tested, and whoever that man was had done both, and I knew he wasn’t going to just let that ride.
The only thing that I could do was pray for him and do my best to reassure him that I was okay.
Whatever he was planning, I needed him to have his head in the game and not to be worried about me.
I needed him to make it back home to our baby and me.
Nothing else mattered other than making sure my family was safe.
And until he was good, my heart couldn’t truly rest and be at ease.
So, while I wanted him out of the streets, I needed him to do whatever he did to make sure that once he got out, he was done for good.