Page 8 of His to Have
“You have to believe me. They didn’t tell me shit!” He breathed out harshly.
Behind me I heard Bash’s heavy footsteps pacing like a caged animal. The harsh breath he exhaled let me know he was at his breaking point.
“This shit taking too long. I’m about to shoot this nigga. He playing games.” Bash’s deep voice boomed from the shadows.
My future brother-in-law, brother from another mother, and close friend stepped into the light. His gun was already cocked and aimed straight at the man.
“You think this is a game? You think you can try to kidnap my sister and get away with it? Hmm?” He dug the barrel of his gun into the man’s forehead. “I will blast your ass from the face of this earth, go home and sleep like a fuckin’ baby. Whether you tell me, or that pretty lil’ bitch of yours tell me. I will get an answer,” he growled impatiently.
The man’s eyes widened in sheer terror at the mention of his girl. His body tensed, trembling beneath the weight of Bash’s words.
“No... no, please,” he stammered, his voice cracking, desperation filling his every word. “She don’t know nothin’—leave her out of this.” He violently thrashed against the rope around his wrist. “I’ll tell you what you wanna know, just... don’ttouch her.” He gasped for air. Fear dripped from his pores like a cold sweat.
His pleas didn’t faze Bash. If anything, it fueled his rage. Bash’s impatience didn’t surprise me, nor did the very real threat on that man’s woman. He would make good on his threat. The nigga had grown into someone formidable, but he was a hothead. Which worked most of the time. However, right now I needed answers instead of a dead body.
“Nah, Bash.” I chuckled. “I got this. Chill.” He huffed clearly upset but lowered his gun. But not before smashing the butt into the man’s mouth knocking his front teeth into the concrete floor. Blood mixed with saliva flew everywhere as the guy groaned, trying to keep from choking on his own spit. “Bitch ass,” Bash mumbled, stepping back into the shadows.
“That hurt, huh?” I asked, my voice soft, but deadly. “But not as much as this will if you don’t start talking.” I pulled out my pistol and placed it on his thigh and squeezed the trigger.
The deafening shot reverberated through the room, and his body convulsed in sheer torment. His screams were so loud it was almost a relief when his voice finally broke. I leaned in closer, my voice like ice. “Now, tell me… who sent you?”
I already had my gun on his other thigh, ready to unleash on him. His face twisted in agony, and he sobbed uncontrollably. “He didn’t give me a name. I only met him once,” he stuttered, voice shaking. “This was supposed to be a quick and easy job. Lure the girl. That’s all I know. He gave me strict instructions, then I left.”
“Where did you meet him?” I pressed, leaning in closer. The barrel of my gun pressed heavy into his leg.
“Across the street from her shop,” he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. “In that old barbershop parking lot. He—he didn’t say much, just handed me the cash and told me what to do.”
‘What did he look like? Old…young?”
“He was y- young. Maybe your age. No older than thirty.”
“Black..white.. Hispanic?” I snapped, my patience at an all time low.
“He was black. I’ll tell you everything I know about the plan if you let me live.
The plan?
Rage surged through me at the thought of any plan being directed at Yanna. He could feel it radiating off me… in waves. Tears streamed down the man’s face as he realized there would be no escape. He would die for his sins. Realization set in, but it didn’t stop him from begging.
“Please?”
I didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. My mind was made up. He wouldn’t live to see sunlight.
“Keep talking. What were your orders.” I asked, and his breath hitched like I agreed to his request.
“They asked me to grab the girl and bring her to the drop-off location.”
“And where was that supposed to be?”
“On Cascade, near the old, abandoned warehouse,” he rambled. “But I never touched her. I promise. She never came out of the shop.”
I know he didn’t. Her detail had informed me of the nigga lurking and I had him snatched before she even knew there was a threat.
“Hmm,” I thought, wondering who I knew in that area, and who would be bold enough to cross me or the Reeds. Bash gave me a similar look. It was possible for it to be either one of our enemies. Or even an enemy of the faction.
Without missing a beat Bash whipped out his phone. “I’m already on it.”
He dialed his Atlanta crew and instructed his men to raid the warehouse, gather information, and leave no witnesses.
