“I’m sorry, but I can’t show you that. If something happened, you need to go to the police, and then we can release the footage to them,” the topflight security ass nigga stated.
“Time is something that I don’t have right now. I need to see those cameras. I can make sure you are handsomely compensated,” I told him as I pulled out about ten crisp hundred dollar bills.
“Or we can make sure you have a fucked up day. You in the right place, and I’m sure they have a bed for you here, if you feel where I’m coming from,” my pops spat.
The topflight security looked at me and the cash in my hand, then he looked at my pops and Trell. If he knew like we knew, his best bet was to get this money. After a few seconds of contemplating, he allowed us into the room. I handed him the bread and dapped him up as I entered. There were at least a hundred monitors and they all showed different angles.
I walked over to the wall that had the front side of the hospital showing and found the monitor that had a view of Harmoni’s Jeep still on side of the road, but tow trucks were now behind it. I would deal with that later. My main focus was seeing who the accomplice to this shiesty ass half dead bitch was.
“This the view I need right here. Take it back about three hours,” I requested.
As the security replayed the footage, I took my phone out to record the screen. We watched as several cars passed. After about fifteen minutes of nothing, we finally saw the Jeep pull near the highway. Watching the video was so damn hard. The driver of the SUV had damn near flipped the Jeep over. We watched as Diamond and two niggas jumped out of the SUV and rushed to the Jeep. Diamond grabbed my son’s car seat, and the other two niggas snatched Moni out. Before they could drive off, I saw that chick Journei rushing to the scene on foot. When she approached the accident, she exchanged words with Diamond, then she ran back toward the hospital.
I asked the security to zoom in on the plate number, but he advised that there were no plates on the SUV. I was livid. I looked at my pops, and I could tell he was on fire. I watched sweat beads form on his head as veins popped up on his forehead and neck. All I could do was pat his back to let him know that shit was going to be alright. We already had a good amount of information, and Trell was going to get even more out of Taylor tonight. I thanked dude for letting us see the footage, and we headed out of the security room.
“Wasn’t that the lil’ nurse bitch on the camera that ran to the accident? Did she report the shit?” Trell blurted as soon as we were in the hall.
“I just said that shit in my head. Shid, let’s head up there and ask the bitch. I would say that she did because when I woke up, the paramedics were at the Jeep, checking me out. But then again, we were right outside a hospital.”
We took the elevator up to labor and delivery. As soon as we got off, all eyes were on us. Three black niggas on a labor and delivery floor with no pregnant lady. We walked to the desk, and I immediately recognized one of the nurses who had helped us.
“Hi, Mr. Thomas. I thought our precious little boy went home this morning. I’m surprised to see you here. How can I help ya?” she asked in a chipper tone.
“Yes, ma’am, he did. I just came back to ask Journei a few questions. She took really good care of us. There were just a few things I forgot to ask. You know how it is being a first time father,” I responded.
“Yes, I do understand. Journei had to take a sick day. I can help you with any concerns you may have. I have six kids of my own and five grands. I know a thing or two.” She smiled.
At that point, I was annoyed and pissed the fuck off. It was a lot of fishy shit going on around there. That hoe Journei was perfectly fine when she walked us out earlier, but after watching my family get snatched, the hoe needed a sick day. Hell nah! I was gon’ see about that shit too.
“Thanks for the offer, but I will come back at another time. No offense. She was just the person who cared for my son, and she’s built a camaraderie with him and his mother. I will take one of her business cards, though,” I said as I pointed to several cards that lined the desk with different names on them.
I grabbed the card, and we hopped back on the elevator. We all spoke about how weird it was for Journei to have left work. I got back in the car with a heavy heart. I wasn’t scared of shit, but I was scared of what may happen to my woman and my baby boy.
My pops looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. “Hold yo’ muthafuckin’ head up. We gon’ find this Taylor hoe and see what the fuck she knows, find this Journei bitch and see why she ran off, then we gon’ find this dead bitch Diamond and make that fake shit she pulled a reality! We gon’ get Moni and Cadence back. Don’t even sweat that! That’s on my life, and you can count on that,” my pops stated.
When he spoke, you had no choice but to listen. He never made a promise he ain’t keep, and the streets could vouch for that.
Moni told me that she would call me once she got home hours ago, but now she wasn’t answering any of my calls. I had gotten so many more things for Cadence, and I just wanted to be around them. He was so damn handsome that I had gotten baby fever. When I say baby fever, I mean for a baby that I can borrow then send back home. The sad reality was that I may be expecting a baby of my own. I was in denial because I knew that once I found out for sure, there would be no turning back from what I would have to do.
I didn’t fuck with Trell or niggas like him. He was a lame ass, sucka ass nigga. The excuse he gave me for fuckin’ the same hoe I dog walked on his behalf was crazy. My simple ass thought we were locked in to the point that he wouldn’t even look at another bitch. That boy had me fooled, but I knew for a fact that he washurting and feeling it now. The games he wanted to play, I would take no parts in. That’s how niggas get popped every day. I called Harmoni for the tenth time, and it went straight to voicemail.
As I lay on my couch, I set my alarm for an hour. When I woke up, I would head over to her place and see what was going on.
I slept through my alarm, but two hours later, there was still no call from Harmoni. Now it had been over six hours since she had been home, and still no word. I knew she was probably just tired and still getting adjusted, but I missed them already. She should have known that I was going to be at her house every day, worrying them. She had given birth to a real life doll, and she knew I would want to be there all the time. Before Cadence was born, I always told her that the guest room would be my new home once he arrived, and she thought I was joking.
I made it to her house and didn’t see the Jeep that Rowdy had surprised her with. He went live earlier when he gave it to her, and his Instagram went all the way up. He had really made a few of her dreams come true, and I loved that for my bestie. As I approached the house, I told myself that Harmoni had better be asleep and not running the streets in that damn Jeep already. As I parked my car behind Trell’s, letting out a deep breath was the only way to compose myself. I had no clue what this corny ass nigga was doing there, but I wasn’t in the mood to see his triflin’ ass face. Once I grabbed the five bags I had for Cadence out of my trunk, I headed to the door.
I rang the bell, and Trell instantly opened it like they were waiting for someone. He looked into my eyes with regret, and I stared back with disgust. I brushed past him and into the house.
“Get the fuck outta my face, Stanley!” I threw over my shoulder, imitating the movieNext Friday.
When I got into the house, the mood was depressing as hell. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was gonna head straightto see Moni and the baby. I spoke to Rowdy and his dad, then I made my way down the hall until Rowdy stopped me in my tracks.
“They not here, Ciara.” Rowdy called out in a somber tone.
“Where are they, and what time did she say she would be back? You know she shouldn’t be out of the house by herself at all, especially with a newborn. Her phone dead too. I don’t like this shit,” I spat.
I was now irritated as hell with Rowdy. How was he chilling while his woman and new ass baby ran the streets? If she was at that shop showing Cadence off like some new toy, I was gonna beat her ass. Those nosey, gossiping hoes in that shop could wait six weeks like everyone else.
