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  “Calm down we’re almost there!” Marlo said as he never took his eyes off the road.

  About five minutes later, we pulled right in from of the Emergency entrance Marlo jumped out and snatched Brooklyn from my arms and we ran inside. The doctors immediately rushed her to the back and started working on her. I knew I had to call Rahmeek.

  The nurse bought some papers over to me and I filled them out. I sat down in one of the chairs and tried to gather myself. I should have known better than to have Brooklyn riding in a car with us. We had fucked over too many people.

  “Are you the parent of Brooklyn Jones?” A plain-clothes detective asked me.

  “Yes.”

  “We need to ask you some questions about what happened.”

  “I’m Brooklyn’s father. You can talk to both of us.” I looked at his ass like he was crazy. He gave me that look that said shut the fuck up and don’t say shit.

  Before I could even turn around and finish talking to the detective, Rahmeek came out of nowhere and charged at Marlo. They were fighting and throwing punches at one another.

  “Stop that shit!” I was screaming and trying to pull them apart. Out of nowhere, Aja just started hitting me. I wanted to counter but before I could, hospital security and the police broke us up.

  “That bitch ass nigga is not her father. That’s my daughter!” Rahmeek yelled as he was being held by the police.

  “What the hell are you doing here with Karima?” Niyah asked Marlo as he wiped blood from his nose.

  “What the fuck you mean? That’s my girl and my baby. Why the fuck do you care? Get the fuck away from me, Niyah.”

  As soon as the words left his mouth I observed Hassan jump up from the seat and charge at Marlo, but Killa and Markese held him back.

  “Wait. What the fuck is going on, Marlo? How do ya’ll know each other?”

  I was confused as hell right now because the couple of months that we’ve messed around He has never mentioned Niyah.

  “Shut your stupid ass up, Karima! This is my brother and you can quit playing the nut roll. Your ass is fully aware of his connection to us.”

  “I just met Marlo. I had no idea that he knew ya’ll. I never mentioned Rahmeek to him either.” I was crying uncontrollably trying to wrap my mind around the fact that this nigga had played my ass.

  “Bitch, you had my daughter around this nigga!”

  Rahmeek was now fighting the police trying to get to me. That made Hassan, Killa, Markese and Boogie join in on the melee, which made their psychotic ass wives jump in the fight too. I couldn’t believe they were in this hospital humbugging like this. They were fighting the police and the hospital security. In the midst of them fighting the police, I observed Marlo sneak past everyone and bolt out of the emergency room.

  Coward ass nigga!

  Once the fight was broken up, they were all arrested and taken out in handcuffs. Rahmeek wasn’t arrested due to him being Brooklyn’s father. A part of me wanted him to get locked up because I knew he was going to kill me. We were placed in different areas of the waiting area to keep down the confusion. The police questioned me and I told them exactly what happened. About two hours later, the doctors came out to talk with us. I wiped my eyes and ran over to her.

  “Please tell me my daughter is going to make it,” Rahmeek asked with tears in his eyes. Seeing him so upset made me feel like shit.

  “we have her stabilized. She was shot in both of her legs. The injuries were severe. We performed surgery on her legs to repair them. Both of her legs have been casted. She will need extensive therapy when she starts walking. The other injuries that she sustained were graze wounds. They will all heal in time. Little Brooklyn is a very lucky girl. She’s in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit. You can go back there and see her.”

  “Thank you so much.” I said to the doctor as Rahmeek and I made our way back to visit Brooklyn. Once we were inside Brooklyn’s room and away from the doctor’s and the police. Rahmeek wrapped his hands around my throat and slammed me against the wall.

  “If you value your life, you will pack a bag and book a motherfucking flight. Consider your parental rights revoked,” Rahmeek said through gritted teeth.

  His hands were around my throat were so tight I thought that I would pass out at any minute. He roughly let me go and I fell into the chair alongside Brooklyn’s bed. Rahmeek sat with Brooklyn for a minute and I watched as he whispered in her ear and kissed her on the forehead.

  “You have less than twenty four hours to disappear,” Rahmeek said to me before he exited the room. I sat with my daughter and explained to her why I had to leave. I prayed that she could hear my cries. I placed soft kisses on her forehead and I left.

  I rushed home to pack. I was unsure of where I was going. I just knew I needed to get as far away from Marlo and Rahmeek as I could.

  “Going somewhere?” Marlo asked as he stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

  “I’m getting as far away from your grimy ass as possible. All this shit is your fault. I thought we had something special. All along, you knew who my baby daddy was. It’s your fault why my daughter is laying in a fucking hospital bed. Now Rahmeek is taking my daughter from me.” I continued to move around the bedroom putting things into my suitcase.

  “Fuck that nigga and his motherfucking daughter! Bitch, I know you were setting me up for that nigga! What did you tell him about me?” Marlo had a gun pointed at me.

  “Put that gun down, Marlo! I didn’t tell him anything about you!” I yelled as I tried to back up away from him.

  He had a wild look in his eyes. I tried to run to the door, but he started shooting me. I fell face down on the carpet. The burning sensation from the bullets that entered my body was so painful. I was aware of everything going on in the room. I felt him standing over me and that’s when he pressed the gun behind my ear. He pulled the trigger and it was all over for me. Lights out. The life I had never even had a chance to flash before my eyes. Marlo had silenced me forever.

  Chapter 28-Boogie

  The news of me having a seed out here in the world had really fucked me up in the head. I actually thought that I was shooting blanks. Stacy and I have always had unprotected sex and she doesn’t use birth control. I’m so disappointed in her right now. I understand she had things going on in her life, but I had a right to know that I had a son.

  I didn’t really get a good look at the pictures. Now that I’m staring at the pictures, I can see the resemblance. I’ve always wanted a son so that I could play basketball with him, take him to the barbershop, and play video games with. I’ve missed out on nine years of his life. Just thinking about it makes me even madder at Stacy. I had been doing good staying away from heroin. This shit only made me crave for it more, but I’m bigger than that shit. Just knowing that I have a son and a baby on the way is more than enough motivation to never touch it again.

  After a couple of hours, we were all out of lock up and headed home. With all the chaos going on, I didn’t want Stacy to go back to the house that Juan had given her. I was glad she decided to come back to our house. The last couple of days have been rough on her. I had already added stress to her already full plate. She needed me now more than ever. The only thing that mattered right now is that she and my unborn child are cool.

  “What are you doing up?” Stacy asked as she came and sat next to me on the couch.

  I couldn’t help but to stare at her. She still looked the same as the day I met her in the airport. She noticed the pictures of our son on the coffee table. She grabbed them and stared for a long time before she spoke up.

  “He was born on Christmas Day. He weighed eight pounds, nine ounces. I took one look at him and all I could see was you. I named him after you, In case you were wondering. His adoption is not a traditional adoption. My really good friend, Vanessa, is raising him. She is considered to be his parental guardian. Legally, she has no rights to him. It was just an agreement that we made. I send money every month and we talk on the ph
one quite often. He knows that his real parents live in another state. I’m sorry for not telling you when we first got in contact with one another. I had no idea that we would fall back in love and get married.”

  As Stacy talked more and more about this friend, I started to get an uneasy feeling. My street senses were kicking in big time.

  “How much can you trust the woman who has him? I find it odd that Lupe of all people knows about him. The one person you were hiding him from all of sudden pops up out the blue and informs you that she knows about your son. That shit don’t sit well with me. Call her and ask to speak with him.”

  Stacy got up and retrieved her phone from her purse. I watched as she dialed the number. I signaled for her to put it on speakerphone. It rang for a minute and finally someone answered.

  “I’ve been expecting your call. You have twenty-four hours to bring me the ten million or he dies just like his precious Vanessa. You need to be more careful of who you leave your children with. Money has a way of making people talk.”

  “Please don’t hurt him, Lupe. I’ll give you the money.” I signaled for Stacy to keep talking. Maybe she’d give us some clues.

  “I’m glad that you said that. I have someone who wants to talk to you.”

  After a moment of silence, a woman’s voice came on the line. “Please hurry, Stacy!”

  It was Ammenah. Lupe had kidnapped our son and Ammenah.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow with the address.” Lupe hung up and Stacy just sat there in a daze.

  “Don’t worry Baby. We’re going to get Kendrick and Ammenah back home safe and sound. I’m about to call your brothers and the rest of the family and let them know what’s going on. We have to get Gail and the rest of the kids to a safe location.”

  I kissed Stacy on the forehead and started making calls to the family. I can’t wait to off this bitch Lupe. She better not lay a finger on my son or Ammenah. Once all this shit is over, we need to take a long ass vacation. I feel like I’m in a never-ending episode of The First 48.

  Chapter 29- Aja

  I was so happy to know that Brooklyn was going to be okay. That would have killed me if she had lost her life to all of the senseless violence going on in the streets. Too many innocent babies are losing their lives. The last thing I would want is for my Lil Momma to become a statistic. Karima better hope I never catch her ass in the streets. I’m definitely going to beat the shit out of her again. I can’t believe she put Brooklyn in harm’s way like that. There is no telling what type of shit Marlo was doing in the streets.

  Since Rahmeek refused to leave Brooklyn’s side, I decided to go home and grab a couple of items. I wanted to get him a change of clothes and some personal hygiene items. Rahmeek had Brooklyn moved to a private room and it looked so plain to me. I wanted to get some of her toys and teddy bears to put a little color in her room. Rahmeek thought I was crazy, but Brooklyn needs to be around the things she loves. That will make her feel better.

  “Call me as soon as you make it to the house. Go straight there. Do not make any stops.”

  Rahmeek was so worried about something happening to me. I had to reassure him that I would be just fine. I kissed him and Brooklyn then left the hospital. I made it to my house in less than twenty minutes. I ran inside, grabbed everything I needed, and was back out of the door within fifteen minutes. As I drove back to the hospital, I remembered that I forgot to call Rahmeek. I used my hands free device to call him. As soon as the phone started ringing, I crashed head on into another car. The impact was so strong that it caused my car to flip over several times.

  “Hello! Aja!”

  I could hear Rahmeek calling my name, but I was unable to speak or move. I could see everything around me and my car was flipped upside down. I observed a set of hands reach in and pull me out of the window. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t move or put up a fight. The person was wearing all black. I was starting to lose consciousness. The last thing I remembered was being placed in the back of a car. Everything went black after that.

  ****

  “Damn, you have the best pussy in the world?” I was slowly starting to come to. My vision was blurry, but I was very aware that someone was on top of me and it wasn’t Rahmeek. I tried to move around but my arms were chained above my head to the headboard. I could feel the pain in between my legs as I was been raped. I was so dry it felt like I was being cut with a knife each time the person thrust in and out of me.

  “Why the fuck aren’t you getting wet for me?” The slap that was delivered to my face made me alert and I was able to now see the person’s face.

  “Marlo! Why are you doing this to me?” I was moving around trying to get him off of me.

  “Shut the fuck up and don’t move again. I got something that will get you wet. Remember you used to let me eat that pussy all the time. I was the first nigga to ever give you an orgasm. Now you’re acting all brand new on a nigga.”

  Tears streamed down my face as Marlo buried his face in between my legs. He was sucking and biting on my inner thighs. I knew that there would be bite marks and bruises. He started to do the same to my pussy. He was not trying to pleasure me; he was trying to inflict pain on me. He eased his way back up to my face and tried to kiss me on the mouth. I tried to move my face but he held my bottom lip in between his teeth. He bit it until he drew blood. He inserted himself back inside of me and continued to roughly thrust inside and out of me.

  “Please stop, Marlo. You don’t have to do this to me!”

  “I said shut the fuck up!”

  He punched me so hard in the jaw I felt like he broke it. I just laid there silent as tears streamed down my face. I was blaming myself for getting myself in this predicament. He raped me for hours. I went to sleep. It was the daylight when I woke up. I looked around the room and I tried to figure out where the hell I was.

  I looked on the dresser and that’s when I saw a picture of Brooklyn and Rahmeek. This nigga was holding me hostage in Karima’s house. I looked to the other side of the room and looked at what I appeared to be someone on the floor. I thought it was Marlo but when I focused my eyes, it was Karima’s lifeless body. She was face down and blood was all over her body.

  I screamed at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t believe he had killed Karima. I didn’t agree with her lifestyle but she didn’t deserve to be killed.

  “That bitch crossed me for that nigga Rahmeek just like you. I suggest you get with the program before you end up just like her. You need to get cleaned up so we can hit that nigga’s safe.”

  Marlo unchained me and roughly yanked me up from the bed. He took me into the bathroom and pushed me over into the tub. I hit the back of my head on the wall.

  “You have five minutes.”

  He laid a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt on the toilet seat. I cut the water on and I kept it running. I did a quick wash up and I started to look around for something. This motherfucker was not about to kill me. I had every intention of going home to Rahmeek, Lil Rah, and Brooklyn. He had to be out of his mind if he thought I would ever help him rob my husband. I quickly threw on the clothes he gave me. I opened of the medicine cabinet real slow so that he wouldn’t hear it. I found a Twinkle razor that some people used to split hair tracks or arch eyebrows. I slid it up my arm sleeve and held on to it tight.

  “Come on. I have shit to do, Aja.”

  He yanked the door open just as I had closed the medicine cabinet. He walked ahead of me. I knew that I had to strike if I wanted to get out of here alive. I slid the blade down into my hand. I made sure to get a good grip on the handle. As soon as he turned around to grab me, I swung the blade and it sliced him from his temple down to his chin. He was bleeding profusely and all I could see was white meat.

  “I’m about to kill you, bitch!”

  He pulled his gun from his waistband and pointed it at me. Gunshots rang out and Marlo’s body dropped to the floor. I turned towards the door and Niyah was standing there with the smoking gun still in her
hand. She was shaking so bad. I had to pry the gun out of her hand. I held her as she broke down to the floor.

  “It’s okay, Niyah. We have to go before the police come.”

  We both ran out of the house and we sped away in Niyah’s car. On our way to my house, she filled me in on Ammenah and Stacy’s son being held captive by Lupe. This family can’t catch a break. If it ain’t one thing, it’s another

  Chapter 30- Rahmeek

  “Bro, what the fuck is going on? It must be let’s fuck with Rahmeek week. First, my daughter gets shot. Next, my mother is kidnapped and now my fucking wife is missing. How the fuck do you have a car accident and simply disappear? We’ve been everywhere looking for her. She’s not at any of the hospitals. I have a bad feeling about this. Did Niyah call back yet?”

  “Calm down, Rah! The drop is tonight. We’ve got it all planned out. Momma gon’ get out of there in one piece, trust me. Niyah is out right now trying to find Marlo to see if he knows where Aja is.”

  “If that nigga hurts her, I swear I’m going to jail!”

  I had never in my life cried for any woman other than my grandmother. Aja had me shedding tears and balling like a baby. Regardless of my fuck ups in our relationship, I love and worship the ground she walks on. They might as well bury me if something happens to her.

  “I’m so ready to kill me a motherfucker.” Markese said as he leaned his head back on the couch in frustration. I know how much Markese loves Aja so I know he's going through it too.

  “Damn! Ya’ll sitting around acting like I died or something.”

  I looked up towards the door and Aja was standing there with her hands on her hips. I also noticed Niyah come in and run straight Hassan.

  “I’ve been worried sick about you.”

  Markese and I both held onto her tight. I looked in her face and noticed the visible bruises on her face. I grabbed her hand and we went to our bedroom.

  “What happened, Aja?”