Page 58 of Typa
I cocked my gun and pointed it at his dome. I didn’t care what happened to me at this point if it led to me finding Treasure. “Cameron! He took her! I don’t know if he still got her. I swear, nigga.”
I shot him in the head as PJ said, “Nigga, fuck! Come on!”
“He shouldn’t have lied the first fucking time.”
I drove around, thinking hard about where my sister could be. “Nigga where is treasure always found?”
PJ frowned as he thought. “Usually, buried at the bottom of something. We checked down there yesterday, nigga. Nobody was there.”
“It was too fucking soon. They knew that would be the first place we looked.”
My lip twitched, and I headed closer to the river. There was a spot down there where niggas hid all kinds of shit at. It was called the bottom because the river ran back here. I just hadn’tgotten close enough. It was dark as fuck, but I didn’t give a damn. I turned off my headlights and made sure my clip was full. PJ did the same.
“Yo. Look.”
I looked toward the direction he was talking about and saw Ali and Jericho coming up on us, squatting like some fucking combat soldiers. I got out of the truck, and he gave me a head nod as Vegas, Philly, and Seneca appeared behind them. I pulled my weapon and made my way to the shack. I did my best to try to hear any noise being made, and I heard nothing. My hands were trembling. My nerves about what I would find were getting the best of me.
Once Ali and his guys surrounded the place, I pushed the door open. Nobody seemed to be in here. I went to that small ass closet and nearly tripped. I looked down to see a body. I quickly fell to my knees and turned it over. I released a nervous breath when I saw it wasn’t my sister. I stood and went to the closet and opened it.
“Treasure! Fuck!”
She was naked and tied up, sitting in shit and what smelled like vomit. I didn’t give a fuck. She was alive. She was trembling like she was cold. I took off my shirt, and PJ did the same to try to cover her nakedness. “Mythic,” she whispered.
“Yeah. It’s me, baby. I’m so fucking sorry. Fuck!”
I wrapped my shirt around her and scooped her up as she kept whispering my name. We had to get her to the hospital quick as hell. When I heard gunshots, I stopped and allowed PJ to go before me. There was another gunshot that sounded close, and I heard PJ say, “Oh fuck!”
I set Treasure down for a moment. “I’m not leaving you, baby girl. Hang on a little longer for me.”
“Mythic,” she whispered.
My soul was crushed, but I had to be sure she wouldn’t get hurt any more than she already was. I pulled my gun from my waistband, and when I opened the door, I came face to face with Javian, the same nigga I sliced across the fucking face. I supposed he didn’t die that day. “You had to know I wasn’t gon’ just let’chu walk out of here untouched, right?”
“Fuck you. Whatever you do, you better kill me. Make sure ain’t no coming back for me, because I will still hunt your scarface-looking ass down and torture the shit out of you.”
He gave me a cynical smile as I stared down the barrel of his gun, and he stared down mine. We were about to shoot each other the fuck up. Suddenly I was tackled from behind and a shot rang out, dropping Javian to the ground. I looked back to see Ali. I nodded, expressing my thanks, then went back to my sister. She was balled up the same way she was in that closet.
“Come on, baby girl. I got’chu.”
I scooped her up, bad arm and all, and carried her to my truck. She was still trembling and whispering my name repeatedly. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I put her in the back seat and got back there with her.
“Are you hurt?”
“Mythic, Mythic, Mythic.”
That was all she would say. When PJ got in the truck, I said, “Fuck. I thought you got shot, man.”
“I did. I had on a vest though. Shady ass muthafuckas. To the hospital?”
“Yeah, man.”
I glanced down at Treasure, and she was still whispering my name and trembling. I held her close to me and whispered to her. “I got’chu, Treasure. I got’chu, baby. I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry.”
When she stopped whispering my name, I looked down at her to see she was crying. “Treasure, talk to me. Are you hurt?”
She still refused to answer. I didn’t want to look all over her because she was naked and traumatized, but I knew I needed to. “Baby girl, I need to look over your body to see if you’re hurt. I hope you understand what I’m saying to you.”
Before I could move my shirt from over her, I saw what looked like blood. I quickly moved it and saw a small stab wound in her side. It had a slow bleed. Grabbing her hand, I saw the blood on it, realizing she had been applying pressure to it somehow. I hadn’t even untied her, because I was just trying to get her out of there. I looked at the rope around her wrists and saw it was tied in knots. I would have to cut the bounds off her. Her feet were tied as well.
