Page 118 of Deuce

This wasn’t how I imagined my night going. I imagined going to the charity event, having a good time, and them going back to my place where my man would devour my drunk ass. Instead, I found myself kidnapped.

All I wanted to was to be home in the comfort of my bed. I felt like I was right back in that room with those children, only this time, I was the one who needed saving.

THREE DAYS LATER

I paced backand forth in front of Marcus Trainor, the muthafucka who was supposed to be trailing Mirron’s bitch ass. We were in one of the warehouses owned by my uncle. Most of the family had gathered here. We’d been looking for Salima for seventy-two hours now.

Mirron turned off his phone so Jaeda couldn’t pinpoint his location and the last location she had on him was the airport. We’d been all over this fucking city. I sent people to his home and to the homes of anybody affiliated with him.

Nobody had seen him.

I was hungry, tired, and mad as a muthafucka and this nigga was about to catch my rage.

“How the fuck did you lose that nigga?” I asked calmly.

“I… I don’t know man. He got off the plane with Eduardo and I had him. Somehow, we got separated and he was just gone.”

I chuckled. “He was just gone.”

My fists connected with his face. The first punch caused his head to snap back, and the second put him on his knees. I grabbed him by his collar, bringing my face to his.

“You know this is it for you, right? You let that muthafucka out of your sight and now you gotta answer for that.”

“Deuce, please man! I have kids!”

“And if anything happens to Salima, your entire fucking bloodline is going straight to hell!”

I felt hands on my shoulders pulling me back. I turned to see my father.

“Ease up,” he said.

I snatched away from him. “Get the fuck off me.”

He grabbed me by the back of my neck, forcing me to stand up straight.

“I get you’re upset, but remember who the fuck you talking to. Take a walk.”

He didn’t give me the option. His thumb dug into my pressure point as he steered me away from Marcus and outside the building. Once we were alone, he released me.

“Take some deep breaths,” he instructed.

“I don’t need to take deep breaths. I need to find Salima.”

“You can’t find her if you aren’t focused. You know that. You’ve been on a rampage for three days now.”

“How the hell am I supposed to focus when I don’t know if she’s alive or dead?”

“Be the smart nigga I know you are. Mirron wants something from you. He’s not gonna do anything to her without knowing he has it.”

I paced back and forth, trying to calm my nerves. They’d been on ten since that night. I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t done anything but drive myself crazy. Anger was brewing inside me and the moment I got my hands on Mirron’s bitch ass, I was unleashing every ounce of rage on him.

I could handle him fucking with me. That was nothing. But fucking with my woman to get to me… all bets were off.

I leaned against the wall, taking the deep breaths my father suggested. That shit wasn’t working.

“Fuck!” I yelled, pushing off from the wall and kicking the door.

My father pulled me into a hug. As hard as I tried to fight that shit, I had to drop a tear. Salima was my fucking baby. I loved that girl. The thought of a muthafucka hurting her was enough to make me lose my shit.

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