“When did he snatch her?” Akeem asks.
“About an hour ago. We were on our way to brunch and two Haitian niggas grabbed her in front of my damn house. They busted my fucking lip too,” she explains. “I knew I should havehad my blicky in my damn purse. I hope you kill his bitch ass,” she grits.
“Thanks for the info,” is all Akeem says, then nods for Sunjiya to end the call.
“Aight, Honey. Thanks again for letting me know.”
“Please use this number to let me know what happens,” she begs before ending the call.
“How are we getting to Miami?” Sunjiya asks.
Chapter
Thirteen
After an almost two-hourdrive to Tallahassee, another ninety-minute wait for their plane to depart, an hour and thirty-three minutes on the plane, and yet another hour securing a rental and a Desert Tech HTI rifle from an ex-military connect who sells weapons, Akeem and Sunjiya are in a black Charger heading to the Benoit estate. The total drive from Port St. Joe would have taken almost ten hours; they saved three precious hours by choosing to fly.
Getting into the private community and onto the estate had been easy during Akeem’s first visit because he had been invited. Marcelin wanted him there. This time is different, very different. Akeem is unexpected and uninvited as fuck. Making his way onto the property is going to be a feat. His mind has been pondering that major obstacle since they were on the plane.
“When we make it past the guards at the main entrance, you’re going to stay in the car,” Akeem tells Sunjiya.
“Why?” she questions and he frowns.
“Because he has armed guards and I’m the killer, not you. I’m not risking you getting hurt.”
“But I—” she begins but he quickly stops her.
“You’re staying in the car,” he grits and she sighs.
“Well, what about the gate?”
“I’ll figure that out.”
“Let me help. Tanjaya and I have the same damn face. She lived with him, so they would know her. I’ll just pretend to be her and get us in,” she suggests.
As much as he wants to keep her out of this, she’s making sense and what she’s suggesting could possibly work. In a perfect world, where the clock wasn’t ticking, he would have dropped her at a hotel, spent time plotting his entrance, and struck later, when his plan was solid. No time for that now. Marcelin has Tanjaya and Akeem needs to get her before Marcelin hurts her.
“That might work,” he admits reluctantly.
“It will. I’m sure it will. I need to help somehow. Please,” she begs and he silently agrees.
Without answering, he grabs his phone from the cup holder and hits the one person who might be able to help, Axton.
“What’s up, bruh?” Axton answers.
“I need your help,” Akeem responds.
“Anything.”
“Marcelin found Tanjaya and I need to get back into the fucking private community. I didn’t have time to get Sunjiya to a hotel, so she’s with me. We can use her face to get in but I need something else to sell it. Can you find out who works the gates? Maybe a name or detail that Sunjiya can add if we have to?”
“Let me pull who employs the guards and try to get into their system. Maybe find employee records and schedules. When will you be there?”
“I’m already in Miami. Twenty minutes.”
“Shit,” Axton huffs. “So the deed is about to be done?”
“Yeah. I’ve been itching, waiting on this shit.”
