I didn’t say anything out loud, but my body already knew.
Once I got my wife and our son settled into our room, I kissed her on her forehead and pretended that everything was okay. I stepped away and made a call. “I need you at the house. Now. Sit on it. Eyes everywhere. My wife and son will be home, I want them guarded with your life.” I said to my head of security.
“Yes sir.”
I needed to check out Griz spot because this shit wasn’t sitting right. I knew like hell that nigga hadn’t gone home and slept through all of this. Something was way off. I went back to Malani. I knew she didn’t wanna hear that I was about to leave, not even ten minutes after we’ve made it home.
“Security gonna be outside. You need anything, you call me. I’ll answer on the first ring and I promise not to be gone too long. Sorry I’m having to leave and you are barely settled in, but it’s urgent baby.”
She nodded, but I could see the worry. “What’s wrong?”
“Probably nothing,” I lied smoothly. “But I need to check on Griz. You remember he said he’d come and get things ready for us, but he ain’t been here. That’s not like him at all.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “I pray everything is okay with him. That’s definitely not like him. Just… come back safely to us.”
“I will.” I promised. Leaving my wife and son this soon was not in my plans today, but I needed to check on my boy.
?
The whole ride, I could tell that my day was about to get worse. Dank was friends with Griz and always told me that the nigga was dependable and stand up. He never pulled disappearing acts or went ghost. Even since we’ve been cool, he’d been dedicated to making sure me and my family were safe. Him not being in pocket today was off. Griz’s house told the story before I even stepped out the truck.
As soon as I jumped out the truck, Ikeys were on the ground. Right beside his car.
His drivers side door was cracked open. I knew for a fact he wouldn’t have gotten out his car and not closed the door. Or just left his damn keys.
My pulse slowed.
That’s what happened when the real work started.
I scanned the area, hand already on my weapon. No signs of a big struggle, but Griz wasn’t sloppy. If someone took him, they did it fast. Why else was his keys just on the ground like this?
I called my father immediately.
“Something happened to Griz,” I said.
“What?”
“Keys on the ground. Door open. He didn’t leave like this. He never made it to my house, so I came over to his spot to check things out and shit is feeling real funny.”
Silence. Then, “You still have a set of keys to his house? If you have his keys now. Make sure the area is secure and go inside. Check his cameras, see if you can piece together what happened. This shit is crazy! All the way in Dallas. Who could be after Griz? It’s gotta be an explanation for his disappearance.”
I stared at the house, jaw tight. I scoped the area, then went inside. Griz house was untouched and tidy as hell. The nigga hasn’t been back home and I could immediately tell that. His bags from the trip weren’t even inside. I went straight into his office, took a seat at his desk, opened his computer, and started watching a video footage. I watched from the time the sunset, up until he was snatched around 10:50pm.I leaned up, closer to the monitor so that I could get a better look at that shit.
Clear as day, a black van pulled up. Niggas jumped out, jumped Griz and snatched his ass up. He didn’t go down without a fight. But still, he couldn’t handle a truck load of niggas by himself, especially when caught off guard like that. I shook my head. How could this shit be happening right now? This was supposed to be the one of the best day of my life, it had quickly turned sour.
I wasn’t at all mad at Griz, but the muthafuckas who was now interfering with the time that I was supposed to be giving to my wife and my son, they were about to pay. Who had the guts to pull some shit like this? Did they know he was associated with me? If so, they had a death wish.
Whoever did this didn’t just grabbed a soldier.
They grabbed my right hand.
And I was about to remind them exactly who they made their enemy. I didn’t know what any of this was about, nor did I give a fuck. But what I didn’t know is, I had to bring my boy home. Griz had been too solid for me to let this shit go down.
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I replayed the footage again, and again. The shit had my blood boiling but I forced myself to stay focused. Anger without strategy got niggas killed.
I leaned back in the chair, mind racing through possibilities. Who would move on Griz like this? And why now? The timing was too specific. Right when I was out of town with my newborn son. Right when security was off duty. Somebody had been watching, waiting for the perfect moment.
