My heart stopped beating as I struggled with thinking straight. This whole time it had been Prince’s bitch ass holding Layloni captive while I had ignored every call and message. I could only imagine the things that have been done to her. Prince was relentless; he would stop at nothing. He was trained by my father and most of his ways were colder than my dad’s. My father never went after women. Prince did; he loved the game of torture.
“You told me not to get involved but you’re weak, King… you let this happen! Playing cat and fucking mouse for two years! Letting this nigga live! Now, it’s my business! I got an army on my way to the south right this moment. In another hour, I’ll have tabs on my friend, and they won’t kill his bitch ass until my say so.”
She stood to her feet, as I still sat lost for words. “You better hope my goons locate him within an hour or you’re fucking dead King.
“Let’s roll.” I gritted out, sliding out of bed.
I felt guilty and bad as hell that I let this shit go down. When I killed Troy, I should’ve immediately went after Prince. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed thought. I had to think things through thoroughly and have all my ducks aligned properly before getting at that nigga.
“Hurry the fuck up,” was all Rellianah offered before she flicked her cigarette away from her and stood up.
If anybody knew how to catch someone, it would be Rellianah. Her resources were out of this world. It was time for me to make Prince regret ever crossing my father and nowLayloni. I said a silent prayer begging God to spare Layloni’s life in the midst of all this madness. If he could do that, I would open up and try to trust again. If I got Layloni out of this alive, I was never going to let her fucking go… and the one thing I vowed to stop her and myself from doing was playing all these childish fucking games.
One Second Now….
That was the end of the first book ! Lol what a cliffhanger!
If you got this far, I just want to say thank you! I really didn’t change much at all didn’t even try to reword anything. I really wanted y’all to see my journey from where I started in the beginning in my writing journey to how far I’ve come now. I wrote this book when I was at a low point in my life and it served as my first dose of therapy. My word play and dialoge has gotten way better, since this book. Hope you guys enjoy book two. Keep turning the page! – Author Masterpiece.
Okay… okay y’all here is the second book.
Chapter Twenty
Layloni
They say you can have everything in the palm of your hands, and God can snatch it back in the blink of an eye.
That was exactly how I felt.
My body had completely betrayed me. Every thirty minutes I pissed on myself like I was a damn baby, and I couldn’t even understand why I couldn’t hold my bladder. These people barely fed me let alone made sure that I was hydrated. Every now and then somebody would crack the door open and hand me a tiny cup with a sip of water in it like I was some stray animal they were keeping alive out of pity.
At this point, I didn’t even care, I just wanted to die. My face was numb, like somebody had beat every nerve in it to sleep. My bones ached so bad it felt like they had been shattered and glued back together wrong. The cot they had me laid out on was hard as hell with thin metal and a ragged mattress that felt more like a cardboard. It reminded me of the prison beds you see on TV.
My heart felt like it had been ripped clean out of my chest, leaving nothing but a hollow ache behind. Every time I thought about my mom, my stomach twisted so violently I thought I might throw up. My mind kept replaying the same brutal scene over and over like a movie I couldn’t press pause on.
All I saw was Prince raising that gun. The sound of it going off. My mother’s brains splattering. I kept squeezing my eyes shut, to push the images away, but nothing worked. I could still smell her blood, it still felt fresh on my skin. I was losing my sanity behind these four walls and felt no fight in me left.
At my lowest moment, I asked God why did he send King into my life. Because in my mind, all of this somehow traced back to him.
Sure, King helped me. He treated me good. He showed me kindness I wasn’t used to. If I had never met him, I probably would’ve ended up taking Glen back. And that damn sure wouldn’t have been good for me.
But at the same time… my mom would still be alive. Maybe I deserved the shitty life I had grown accustomed to. I wouldn’t be as successful as I had become, and I wouldn’t have had the life I started building out here. But honestly? I would’ve traded every bit of that just to still have my mom breathing on this earth. That way I wouldn’t feel what I was feeling now.
A low groan escaped my mouth as I tried to sit up. The second my body moved, pain ripped through me so violently I almost blacked out. I clenched my teeth and forced myself upright anyway.
The room was dim, barely lit by a weak bulb hanging from the ceiling. The walls were dirty concrete, stained and cracked like this place had been rotting for years.
I had no idea how long I’d been locked in this room. Time had started to blur together. I slid to the edge of the cot, the smell radiating off my body hit my nose, disgust curled in my stomach. I smelled as horrible as I probably looked.
Soon as I heard footsteps on the other side of the door, I hurried to lay back down, but every movement sent lightningbolts of pain through my ribs and legs. I forced myself onto my side, and quickly curled myself up in a ball. Then I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing, pretending I was asleep.
I listened to the door creak open, followed by a low sigh escaping someone’s mouth.
“Layloni… I’m so sorry, baby,” Glen’s voice cracked softly. “This wasn’t even the plan.”
I stayed still, listening. If I had enough energy to roll my eyes I would have. Glen was so full of shit, his apologies meant absolutely nothing to me at this point.
“I just wanted to get you back out here so we could talk. I was gonna scare you a little… make you tell me where King was. But Prince… he took things into his own hands. That nigga too powerful, Lay.”
