Page 15 of Jaeda

I barely got any sleep because I was hell-bent on getting to the bottom of it. Currently, I was sitting in the basement of one of the family properties with my father and Mia, waiting for my brothers to arrive. Deuce found this whole thing entertaining. He was texting me right now, trying to hype me up.

Deuce: This nigga might be alright. Him and Smoke got into it cause his reckless ass busted the man’s computer.

Me: I asked y’all to bring him to me, not break his shit.

Deuce: So? You acting like you aren’t about to do worse. I love when you bring out Gangsta Boo Jaeda.

Me: Stanley, please. This is business.

Deuce: It is. But you be too quiet sometimes, sis. I’m glad to know you will let a nigga know when they got you fucked up. I see you learned from the Dewayne dude.

Me: Speaking of Dewayne…

Deuce: Bye.

“You good, baby girl?”my father asked.

“I’m fine, Daddy. This ain’t my first kill, you know.”

“I know, but I also know you don’t like being in the field like that.”

“I don’t, but this isn’t just about me. I don’t know what all he’s seen or who he’s spoken to about what he’s seen. He could put the whole family at risk.”

“Maybe you’re jumping the gun,” Mia said.

My head snapped in her direction. “Excuse me? That’s coming from you?”

“I’m just saying. You said he gave you information that helped with our cases, right? Would someone plotting on us do that?”

“Would a sane person do that? What if he was tracking us for an enemy, Mia? We could be sitting ducks. I take my role in this family very seriously.”

“Oh, I’m aware.” She rolled her eyes. “How far away are the guys?”

“Deuce said they were about five minutes out.”

She nodded as the phone in her hand began to ring. With a heavy sigh, she answered and walked away. It wasn’t long before I heard the rumbling of Steel’s pickup truck. I crossed my legs and waited patiently for them to come down.

A few minutes later, the basement door opened. Maceo and Steel walked ahead, and the mystery man was led down by Deuce and Smoke. I shook my head at the sack they had over his head. His wrists were bound with handcuffs that were attached to cuffs around his ankles. As they led him to the chair in the middle of the floor, I retrieved my solid gold beretta from the holster and stood.

“Jaeda, I can explain,” came a voice from beneath the sack, as he sat.

Smoke smacked the back of his head. “Shut the fuck up. Did she ask you to speak, nigga?”

The guy jumped up and snatched the sack off his head as he turned and rolled up on my brother.

“Take these fucking cuffs off because I’m about sick of this cocky muthafucka.”

“The fuck you wanna do?” Smoke asked, shoving him.

“I’ll beat your big ass, my nigga. Don’t let these glasses fool you.”

They started arguing back and forth, and I was already over the shit. Walking over to them, I placed my gun to the back of his head. Talking ceased as he raised his bound hands in surrender.

“Smoke, take a walk,” I said.

He glared at the man that almost matched him in height.

“If she doesn’t kill yo’ bitch ass, I will.”

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