I put it on speaker before answering him.
“I need access to those cameras, now!”
“I don’t?—”
“Melvin, my guy, that’s not what I want to hear right now. Call the security company and tell them that one of your tenants has been forcibly taken from their apartment and that the police need access to the cameras.”
“Forcibly—you mean kidnapped? Was Ms. Abrams kidnapped?” he questioned.
“Aye, man. Do what the fuck I said before you come up missing. You got five minutes to call me back with news I can use.”
I ended the call with several sets of eyes on me.
“Now isn’t the time, but when we find my sister, I want to know why you have her apartment manager on speed dial,” Blossom said.
Officer Downing’s phone rang before I could respond. We listened as he gave a few one-word answers, then ended the call. His fingers moved around the screen again for a minute before he spoke.
“I got an address, but you won’t believe who he lives with,” Downing said.
“We ain’t got time for no guessing game, nigga,” I barked.
“Percy Williams.”
“Percy Williams?” Rocky repeated.
“From the Westside Riders?” I questioned.
He nodded. “They’re brothers. Preston has a long ass rap sheet from Illinois. My guy is still digging, but I’m sure he came to Onyx City because he was running from something in Chicago.”
“Well, he just ran his ass into an early grave. Let’s go.”
I opened my eyes to slivers of light between the blinds, but I had no idea what time it was or how long I’d been out. The pain in my jaw reminded me of the events that happened earlier.
I tried to open my mouth, but there was tape covering it. The soreness would have made it difficult anyway. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I was no longer in my apartment.
Preston’s bitch ass!
I tried to sit up but realized my ankles and wrists were wrapped in what felt like duct tape. My bladder was full, and I could taste blood in my mouth, but my body didn’t feel like it had been violated.
Thank God!
As soon as Russell found out I was missing, he’d burn the city down to find me, and I prayed it wouldn’t be long. It didn’t feel like my phone was still in my bra, and that was the only way anyone could track me.
Lord, protect me!
“You did what!” I heard a male voice shout.
“She pissed me off, so I had no choice,” Preston yelled back.
“Nigga, do you know who she’s connected to?”
“No, and I don’t give a fuck. That ho was disrespectful as fuck, and you know I don’t tolerate disrespect.”
“That’s why your ass got ran outta Chicago. You can’t control your fucking temper, and it puts you in fucked up positions. I see why the Riders put your ass out.”
The Riders? Shit!
“Don’t act like the Riders are upstanding citizens around this bitch.”
