Page 115 of Mia

Giggles came through the earpiece.

“This isn’t Alissa,” sang a familiar voice.

“Bitch.”

She laughed. “Did you miss me? I missed you… real fucking bad.”

“Where is my fucking wife?”

“She's safe… for now. I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do with her. Maybe I’ll gut her like I did Jazmine. I know you found her.”

I swallowed hard. “You touch her, and I’ll make sure I kill you this time.”

She giggled again. “Not if I kill you first. Just thinking about the way I’m gonna do you makes my pussy wet. You remember how bad you wanted to fuck me, JacQues? God, you were so thirsty. You really believed you had a chance to ever touch me. You fucking disgust me.”

“We’ll see how disgusting I am when I shove my dick between those pretty little lips of yours, bitch. Before I kill you, you’re gonna see exactly what I do to bitches that cross me.”

She tsked. “My husband can hear you, so keep this same energy when you meet him face to face. We’re gonna have so much fun with you. But for now, I’m just gonna have fun with your wife.”

She hung up in my face while I yelled obscenities at her.

“Fucking bitch!” I yelled.

Going to my recent calls, I dialed my son. He had to get a trace on Alissa’s phone right now. The phone rang five times before it picked up.

“JJ, I need⁠—”

“Not JJ, bitch,” came a deep voice on the other end.

I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at the screen, making sure I had dialed the right number.

“Who is this?”

He chuckled. “A very angry father, my nigga. You shot my baby girl, and she lost my granddaughter. Wait until you see what we take from you.”

He hung up the phone, and my heart started racing.

Immediately, I dialed my daughter’s number. Her call was answered on the third ring.

“Jackie?”

Another fucking set of giggles. “No, not Jackie,” came a woman’s voice. “She can’t come to the phone right now, but you’ll be seeing her very soon.

“You with that bitch too?”

“What bitch are you referring to because I know it’s not my daughter. Not my baby.”

“You muthafuckas are gonna be sorry! Fucking sorry!”

She laughed in my ear. “Oooo. You’re mad, huh? I guess we’ve got you right where we want you. Since I had to watch my baby bleeding out, we’ll give you that same courtesy. Don’t think you can run either. We’re just getting started.”

She hung up in my face, just like the two before her. I wanted to scream. I wanted to choke something. How had they gotten the drop on me like that?

Who was this bitch!

Isat outside of JacQues DuPont’s house, pulling from the blunt between my lips. I couldn’t sleep. My mind was restless, and I wanted blood. Seeing this nigga tonight tapped into a part of me that hadn’t surfaced in a long time. When he walked into the building and my eyes landed on him, my hand immediately went to the gun in my holster.

I had it out and cocked before my brothers-in-law stepped in front of me. Smoke had to physically force me to sit in a chair while they banded around like they were gonna whip my ass. Kerrion was the one talking me down and telling me to take deep breaths.