“I’m always going to have your back. Now what the fuck do you want, Quinten?” She glared at me.
“Where are Quincy and Lil Q?”
“Nigga, you came here this time of night to ask where those grown ass boys are?” Marissa drilled me.
“Lil Q left me a voicemail saying I better find his brother, and then when I called Quincy’s phone, and somebody answered, saying that they need ten million dollars. Look, I’m not here on no bullshit, if somebody snatched Quincy, I need that nigga to do whatever he needs to do so I can access my accounts in the Caymans. I have already signed the documents my lawyer drafted for me, agreeing to your terms on my way up here. Check your email, I copied you on it.”
“Oh my God,” Marissa panicked, rushing into the house and returning to the door a few minutes later.
“If what you are saying is true, send them niggas on their way and we can work this out. You don’t need all these niggas up in here. Have them go sit in the truck or something.”
“Go ‘head,” I lifted my hand and whistled, motioning for them to follow his commands. They backed away slowly, never taking their eyes off them.
Marissa returned with a face full of tears. “I just looked on Quincy’s ring camera since they aren’t answering, and that’s where both of their phones are located.”
She handed Yaseer the phone, and he finally took his eyes off me to look at the screen. After viewing it he tossed me the phone. As Quincy placed his key in the door, four men came up on himand drug him away. We couldn’t see shit else until Lil Q ran past the camera a minute or so later, then the camera recording ended.
“Who would want to do this?” Marissa sobbed.
“Relax, bae. We are going to get him back,” Yaseer assured Marissa, lifting her off her feet and carrying her back into the house. “You gotta breathe,” he coached because she was starting to hyperventilate.
“I need to call my uncle. We need to go to Tech’s house. He can help us. He knows a lot of stuff.” She was all over the place in a panic.
I followed them into the house, placing my gun back on my waist. Yaseer’s man was right behind me, and I could feel his eyes watching me.
“Let me grab my laptop. We are going to figure this shit out, bae. I put that on my soul. Okay?” Yaseer questioned Marissa, cupping her face in his hands.
She nodded and he took off upstairs. He returned wearing a pair of joggers with his phone to his ear and his MacBook in his hand.
“Tech is on his way over here,” Yaseer assured her.
I didn’t think there was anything else that could compare to the hell I was facing at this very moment. Both of my boys were missing, another man was catering to my wife in front of me, and I couldn’t do shit about it at this moment but bite my tongue and hold up this fucking wall while I waited for him to give me access to my hard earned money. And the biggest ball of shit on top? I caved and signed off on the divorce agreement.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Yaseer Haynes
In my line of work, I’ve fixed thousands of problems, from laundering cartel money through shell companies to negotiating peace between siblings who would rather burn their family’s assets to the ground than compromise. But sitting in the middle of Marissa’s bed, her wrapped up in my arms and her tears soaking into my bare chest, I had never felt the need to fix something like the way I did right now.
Marissa checked out after an hour of pacing and hadn’t uttered a word. I was holding onto her, but she was not reciprocating. Her eyes were blank, and her body was limp, her arms dangling at my sides. I knew she was experiencing the kind of pain I had always feared. The kind that fueled my nightmares and fueled my strict parenting style with Amill. All I wanted was to make sure she felt me there, holding her up during her most vulnerable time.
Since the day we met, I saw nothing but blissful tears on Marissa’s face. Up until this point, I was always able to makeher smile, but not this time. I didn’t have the magic fix for this problem but I was working on it. We all were.
About an hour ago, the banks opened and Quinten took off to start gathering the money. Whoever kidnapped Quincy and Lil Q was incompetent as fuck. It was unfathomable to demand someone gather ten million dollars in under twenty-four hours. A request that large would be heavily scrutinized and would take about ten days from submission to the armored delivery.
I didn’t like or trust Quinten, so I damn sure wasn’t playing the back field and letting him call all of the shots right now. He hadn’t done right by Marissa and the boys after all this time, we would be idiots to trust him now. Therefore, I sent Wayne to do the same while we waited for anything from the kidnappers.
On top of the four million in cash that Quinten had, I was able to get my hands on close to a million between bank withdrawals and what I had stashed for a rainy day. At best, Quinten could pull together another three hundred grand from the banks within that window, but we were still looking at a shortfall of about four and a half million. And to make matters worse, nobody could get a hold of Vincent. He was on vacation in Switzerland, six hours ahead and probably knocked the fuck out.
Amill appeared in the doorway with two bottles of water in her hands. “I brought you guys some water. I’m sure you are probably thirsty.”
“Thank you, Amill.” I offered her a comforting smile.
She silently placed the bottles on the nightstand before turning back towards the door. Amill had no idea what was going on, but she could tell that something was up. With all the men posted around the house with guns, and the fact that I had Wayne grab her from Zay in the middle of the night, it was obvious. For the first time, I had to give Amill credit for her maturity. She was not badgering me with questions. She was cooling and even trying to check on Marissa.
“Bae, I’m about to go downstairs and see if anybody found something new.”
She silently nodded her head, tears still slipping down her cheeks. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, then gently guided her back against the pillows, and eased out of the bed. She just stared off into space while I tucked the blanket around her.
