“She’s sleeping,” Wren softly spoke. Wren had a long night, trying to get the baby to latch. For whatever reason, she wanted to breast feed her instead of giving her formula. Even though she was struggling, she still wasn’t giving up on doing so.
Luxe placed the gifts down on the sofa and stepped over to the bed where Kairose was. She looked down at her and smiled from ear to ear. It was then that I knew Wren wasn’t gon’ be able to get the baby back from any of them.
Someone knocked on the door. It pushed in and a woman entered with a huge gift bag in her hand. “What’s that?” I asked her, lifting to my feet. I ain’t trust shit especially since that happened to Wicked in prison. We had to figure out what exactly happened to know where to go from there. “It better not be a fucking bomb.”
She tossed her free hand up in the air and said, “I’m just a delivery driver. I don’t think it’s a bomb,” and then handed it over to me.
“Who is it from?”
“There’s a card inside.” I removed the card from inside the bag and handed it over to Wren.
She ripped the envelope and opened the card. Her eyes bucked and the card dropped to her lap.
“What is it?” I asked her, needing to know what the hell was going on.
I snatched the card up from her lap and red it.
Tell Maniac he almost did his job. I’m proud of you.
The card balled inside my hand. “That fuck nigga supposed to be dead!” I barked, knocking the gift bag from the woman’s hand. She backed up away from me and I caught her by the collar of her shirt.
“Where the fuck you get this shit from? Huh?”
“I—I… I just picked it up and delivered it. I don’t know anything.”
“Kairo!” Wren screamed my name. I squeezed my eyes shut and released her. The woman ran out of there so fast, terrified for her life.
Spinning on my heels, I faced everyone, and asked, “How the fuck did he survive? That means he probably called the hit on Wicked.”
“I don’t know, but we’re gonna find him,” Luxe made known. She was ready for war. It only took certain situations to make her come out and buss her gun. Big John didn’t stand a chance when it came to the Saint-Merciers.
Y’all sit here with her. I gotta take care of this shit,” I told them and stepped to the side of the bed. Leaning down, I pecked Wren on the temple.
She caught me by the wrist and said, “Please be careful.”
“I will,” I told her and left out of the room.
I sat there in the chair with my gun resting in my lap. Pure darkness surrounded me. The front door opened, and the light shone in the hallway. My hand gripped the handle of my gun, and I placed my index finger on the trigger.
They entered the door and stopped right there in the hallway in front of the living room. I flipped the light switch on the end table, and everyone looked in my direction. “Who the hell are you?” the woman asked as she removed her jacket. For a stranger to be sitting in their home right now, she was getting comfortable without a care in the world.
“Yo’ worst fucking nightmare. C’mon on in here. All of you,” I told them and she looked back at the children standing behind her. The two boys were dressed in football uniform, which meant they’d either just come from a game or practice.
“What do you want?” Her eyes drifted to my gun.
“Big John and you’re going to tell me where he is.”
“I don’t know where he is.” Bolting from the chair, I zoomed over and placed the barrel of my gun underneath her daughter’s chin. Her eyes expanded and her lower lip quivered.
“Bitch, don’t fucking play with me. It took a lot for me to find yo’ ass. I know you know exactly where the fuck he is and if you don’t, you gon’ bring him to me. Call his ass, now.” She reached her hand into her purse. “And if you try anything, I promise I’ll blow her fucking brains out.”
Slowly, she eased her hand from the purse with her phone. I observed her as she unlocked it and dialed a number before placing it up to her ear. Her teeth sank in her lower lip as she waited for the call to connect.
“Uh, John, there’s some guy here at the house with a gun. He’s threatening to kill Jada.” Her eyes stayed trained on me. “He wants to speak with you,” she said and shoved her phone in my direction. His biggest mistake was letting it be known that he was still alive. I’ve gone all this time thinking his stupid ass was dead. He had another chance at life, and he couldn’t gone about his business, yet he still wanted to torture us from the shadows.
“What the fuck you at, nigga?” I asked when I placed the phone to my ear.
“If you harm anyone of them, I’ll kill you.”
