“Where the fuck is she?”
“In Atlanta with her grandmother.” I sent a bullet in his kneecap. “Ahhhh! Come on, man!”
“Stop fucking lying to me!” Another bullet was sent to his other arm. “The next one is going in your fucking skull.” I released the clip and added another.
“Okay! Okay! Please. Just talk to her, Emery. Don’t hurt my daughter. Please.”
“You got until the count of five to tell me where she is. One.”
He stood and limped his ass out of the study. We followed him to the elevator and got on. When the doors opened, I grabbed Torrance and put him in front of me just in case my people hadn’t made it up here yet to take out anybody standing in my way.
He hung a right and limped down the hall to a room that was locked. I shot the lock off and kicked the door in. Normani stood with her gun lifted, pointed right at me.
“Stay back!” she yelled.
“You’re outgunned. Put that shit down, and let’s talk about it,” I told her, still holding Torrance by the neck.
“Fuck you!”
“Put the gun down, baby girl. Please.”
“No. He’s going to kill me!”
“Was it worth all this, Normani? Huh? Was it worth your father getting shot the fuck up because of you?”
“I wanted a life with you, and you played me! You fucked me like you wanted me, then turned around and spit in my fucking face! So, when Mill and Mook got caught up on those charges, I was going to testify just to hurt you. I knew you didn’t want them in prison, so I was going to make sure they went, but your bitch girlfriend was too fucking good! Even if you didn’t pay off that judge, she would have won the case anyway. That’s what Cason told me since I wanted to stay anonymous!”
“Bitch, I should put a bullet in you for that stupid ass bullshit!” Emil yelled.
“No! Don’t! We can hash this shit out, Emery. No crime was committed here. Your brother and your cousin are free. Let’s just let this go. I promise she won’t bother you again!”
I stared at Normani, wanting to take her head off. I pushed Torrance away, then signaled for Mill and Mook to follow me out. I wanted Normani to think shit was sweet, but I had a different plan for her. That bitch wasn’t out of the woods yet.
“You better thank God your little tacky ass plan didn’t work,” I told her right before I made my exit.
We walked through the house, stepping over dead bodies, and got back inside my whip.
“Let’s move out,” I told my team. “Lou and Kevin, fade out. When you see that bitch leave this house, grab her ass and take her to the warehouse.”
“Got you, boss.” They agreed as I got inside and peeled off. I called Amari because I was tired of fucking waiting on some shit to shake. I needed my wife found now.
“Brother Emery. I’m still working on that for you. Give me a few more minutes.”
“Amari, I don’t have a few more minutes. Every minute she’s not in my sight is making me lose every bit of patience.”
“I know, bro. I’m getting it together as fast as I can. But I scrubbed her phone as you said, and that same encrypted number texted her right before they grabbed her.”
“What did it say?”
“That she should have dropped the case.”
“This shit is weird to me. Get me some information ASAP, Mar, or this shit ain’t gon’ be good for nobody, not even you.”
“I’m on it.”
I hung up on his ass and headed toward the restaurant. Somebody in that bitch was going to tell me something.
“Runthe cameras back one more time for me,” I told the manager, holding his ass at gunpoint. He was shaking like a leaf, and although I may have been a little over the top, I was losing my shit the longer Yumi was away from me.
