“Ouch, nigga!” she screamed from beside me, wiping the blood from her mouth. “Wait?” She sat up in her seat, looking around frantically as I put the car in drive and sped from the lot. “Where the fuck are you going?! Let me out, TJ!”
Ignoring her cries, I dialed Blossom’s number and was pissed when she didn’t answer. How dare she cheat on me? How dare she give away what belonged to me? And to give it to the nigga I hated more than anything in the world was the biggest crime of all. I let the hot tears fall as my vision blurred while I drove like a madman through the city. JJ had tried me one too many times.
“I’m calling the police!” Sheena screeched as I dipped in and out of oncoming traffic. Horns blared as I ran through several lights, but I didn’t care. “Let me out before you kill us both!”
Gripping the back of her head, I slammed her forehead into the dashboard, shutting her up as blood sprayed all over the place. “Shut the fuck up before I kill your ass too! Had you not shown me that shit, you wouldn’t be in this predicament! Now, shut your fuckin’ mouth before you end up on a slab at your job, bitch!”
I knew where the McKnights lived, but there was no way I could gain access to their properties without dying in the process. I didn’t know where any of them were right now, but I knew one thing that was for sure.
Someone from the McKnight family was about to feel me.
Zooming into the parking lot of Karlie’s wellness center, I glared menacingly at the prestigious building. My cousin never acknowledged me. She always treated me like I wasn’t shit to her, and now it was time to return the favor.
“What are you—Ah! TJ, wait!”
Reaching into the backseat, I grabbed the automatic rifle before I climbed out of my car. Since this family wanted a war, it was time I showed them that I had nothing left to live for and was ready to fire back.
“Fuck all you bitches!” I screamed as I aimed the gun at the building. “I hope you all die!”
Letting the gun spray bullets into the building, I imagined each bullet hitting JJ. This place was always busy with patients and clients, but I didn’t care who I hit. With one hundred rounds of ammo in the gun, I hoped I would kill them all. I wished someone related to the McKnights or who was one would be inside. Just the thought had my fingers squeezing the trigger tighter.
“Oh my god!” Sheena screamed from behind. “Noooo! Stop! Please!”
Turning toward her, I aimed the rifle and shot some bullets into her too. I watched as her body jerked before she hit the ground. Blood seeped from her lifeless body, but I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse.
“Stupid bitch.” I hissed, spitting on her as I walked by. I could hear the sirens in the distance, and I needed to leave now if I didn’t want to get arrested. “Don’t worry, that bitch-ass nigga will be joining you soon. You and Blossom can fight over that nigga in hell.”
Taking one last look at the bullet-riddled building, I thought I would feel better. I thought I would feel some type of vindication from what I’d done, but I didn’t. I still felt hurt and angry, and I knew the only thing that would ease my mind was watching JJ and his father take their last breaths.
Soon.
As I layawake in bed, I watched as the sun peeked through the bedroom window. It had been three days since I’d been held prisoner inside of JJ’s home, and I was over it. Since I’d been here, I’d stayed out of his way and refused to share a bed with him. Every night, I could see his shadow on the other side of the door as if he were debating whether to enter or not. He would stay there for a minute, and then, nothing. I couldn’t believe the man I’d grown to know had turned out to be crazy as hell. But maybe, somewhere deep down within my soul, I knew something was off with Dr. McKnight.
The night he left me alone with Jax, I thought I could be clever and sneak out of the house while Jax was sleeping. I wasso quiet and careful that I knew I would be able to ease out of the front door undetected.
Throwing on one of JJ’s jogger sets, I stuck my head out of his bedroom door, checking to make sure the coast was clear. With only socks on my feet, I crept down the stairs to make my escape. Reaching the bottom stair, I quietly padded through the living room and toward the front door. Right as I approached, a groggy voice caused me to go still.
“Sis, if you touch that doorknob, I’m going to superglue your hands to your head and throw you in a closet until that nigga gets back.”
Slowly, I turned toward the couch and noticed Jax had yet to move. How in the hell did he hear and see me when he was still facing the opposite direction? Fuming, I stomped over to him.
“You can’t keep me here, nigga.” I hissed, fists balled up at my side. “I’m going to call the police and?—”
“Call them.” He yawned, pissing me off further. “I’ll give you the address. Hopefully, my bitch-ass cousin answers the call. It’ll make it easier for my brother to do what he needs to do to that nigga.”
Watching him doze back off without a care, I wanted nothing more than to smother him with a pillow. Instead, I mugged him as if my face could do something before stomping back up the stairs.
“Oh, and I’m not your sister, nigga!” I shouted over my shoulder, causing him to laugh. “And I never will be!”
That was three days ago, and I’d been in JJ’s guest room ever since. I was so sick and tired of the men in my life thinking they had the right to dictate the moves I made and the way I lived my life.
“I might as well get up and find me some food before thewardengets up,” I mumbled as I threw my legs over the edgeof the bed. Walking over to the bay-style window, I threw the curtains back and allowed the morning sun to fill the room. “Maybe he will pity me and let me go home today.”
“I doubt that.” Jumping out of my skin, I turned with stunned eyes and saw JJ sitting in the corner of the room like the stalker he was. “I would ask you if you slept well, but the way you had the walls rattling with your snoring told me all I needed to know.”
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and headed into the en suite bathroom. Although this was the last place I wanted to be, JJ had made me extremely comfortable in his home. Fresh linen, hygiene products, clean clothes, and a stocked fridge were all at my disposal. While I wanted to go home, I could admit that this wasn’t the worst place I could be held against my will.
As I washed my face, I took in the bags under my eyes. I looked horrible, and the stress of my life was taking a toll on me. I’d thought about Rowan every second since the night I was taken. My heart cried and broke for my brother. Rowan had a mental illness, but his refusal to get help and stay on medication was a choice he was making daily. I couldn’t believe he’d gotten so bad that he would allow someone to harm me so foully.
