Page 73 of Divine II

“That’s why we’re standing in the fucking dark,” I noted.

“Lee, my guy, did you know he had a video of you shooting that nigga Sherrod?”

“Hell yeah. Why do you think I let him live this long? He showed it to me and said something about a failsafe. He claims he sent a copy to somebody, and if something happens to him, they have instructions to send it to the police and the media.”

“Yeah. He sent it to some chick he’s been fucking around with on and off. This nigga had a private investigator following Rod the God. He just so happened to be out there filming him when you killed him. He has no idea who you were according to the emails between him and Whitmore. It don’t matter now. I just finished wiping all of their devices. All of his shit is clean.”

“So, is it safe to take out the trash now or not?” Syre asked, taking the words right out of my mouth.

“Where are they, Psalm?”

“I’m working on it. I’m checking to see if she has on any of the jewelry trackers. I fucking lost them when the power went down. I didn’t get any alerts that they were leaving the house,” Psalm explained.

“Come on, Jimmy. This is time sensitive. That nigga got our girl,” Syre fussed.

“Sending y’all the tracker now. I’m headed her way. Meet me there or beat me there.”

“Call Maven!” Syre said before ending the call.

He didn’t have to summon me because I was right on his heels as he dashed out of the house. I felt my phone vibrate but didn’t bother looking at it until I made it to my truck. I had a message from Psalm.

I opened the link and looked at it to find out where they were. They were moving. Where the hell was he taking her? It didn’tmatter. Like we’d already established, it was time to take out the trash.

According to the locator, they were about ten minutes away from Zane’s house and moving. I tore out of the driveway and barreled down the road in their direction. They were outside of the city limits, so I used back roads hopping to head them off from another direction. I didn’t have time to wonder where Syre went. I had to get to my girl.

Dust flew as high as my truck as I veered off onto a dirt road. I never broke my speed, letting my heavy duty truck sail over the humps and bumps in the road. My plan seemed to be working because I was gaining on them.

When I finally made it to the highway again, I stopped at the stop sign and looked both ways before speeding back out onto the road. If my calculations were correct, they were only a few minutes ahead of me. I had no idea what Zane had up his sleeve, but making Divine leave her phone was a bad sign.

The locator app started to beep, and within seconds, I saw a pair of taillights in the distance. I floored it, testing the limits of my truck in pursuit of them. Sparks flew and a series of pops filled the air as one of the taillights was shot out. I glanced in my rearview mirror to see Syre’s truck gaining on me.

This nigga was driving on the wrong side of the road hanging out of the driver side window. I sped up determined not to lose them. Zane’s car jerked as one of the tires was shot out. He lost control for a moment, giving me a chance to catch up before he corrected himself. He refused to stop the car. Instead, he kept driving on a flat.

Using his loss of momentum to my advantage, I stomped on the gas and rammed the back of his car. My heart seized up as his car swerved off the road and hit an embankment. I’d weighed my options, and losing Divine tonight was not on the list. I hadto stop him by any means necessary. Now, I only prayed that she was OK.

The realization that he might have already hurt her hit me as I threw my truck in park and hopped out. My legs didn’t stop moving until I was tearing the passenger seat of his car open. Zane scrambled reaching for his gun, but he was too slow. I raised my own in time to stop him in his tracks.

I didn’t have a chance to say anything before Syre snatched his door open and drug him out with his forearm wrapped around his throat. Everything was happening fast, but it felt like I was moving in slow motion.

Divine wasn’t in the passenger seat. The nigga had her tied up, laying on the back seat. I rushed to open the door and pull my baby out. Yanking the pillowcase he had tied around her head to gag her, I kissed her lips. My baby’s face was marred with terror and tears. Her bottom lip was split, but I couldn’t see any other apparent injuries. It didn’t matter. I was going to kill Zane a little bit at a time for this shit.

“Are you OK?” I asked, inspecting her for injuries.

“He said he was going to kill the baby if I didn’t marry him tonight!” She sobbed.

“Did he hurt you?” I asked as I unbound her hands.

“He hit me a few times, but I’m not hurt. Take me home, Lee. Please, get me out of here.”

Picking her up bridal style, I cradled her against my chest as I backed out of the car. She clung to my shirt as if she was afraid I would disappear.

“I got you,” I assured her.

“I knew you would come, Liam. I just knew it. You said you would always come back for me.”

“She good, bro? Tell me she good!” Syre shouted, sprinting back from his car.

I placed her on her feet, and she took off running into his arms. It broke my heart to hear her bawling her eyes out as he held and rocked her in his arms. Even more so, I felt relieved. The nightmare was over. Well…almost.

---