Page 117 of Smoke

Everybody except Jaeda got out of the car as Derrick went to his driver’s side door. Swiftly, I walked up on him and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Slamming him into the car, I twisted his arms around his back.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” he demanded.

“Shut the fuck up.” I turned him to face me. “Didn’t I tell you this was coming?”

He glared at me. “Go to hell. If you’re gonna kill me, do it now.”

Pulling out my solid gold beretta, I placed it under his chin. “Nah. We not gon’ do that just yet. I’m gonna have my fun with you first.”

He looked like he was gathering spit in his mouth until Mia put her gun to his head.

“I wish you would spit on my brother. Swallow that shit.”

His eyes pinged from her to me.

I chuckled. “I’d listen to her if I were you. She’s almost as trigger happy as I am.”

Derrick swallowed the contents in his mouth. I backed up, my gun still trained on him.

“Strip,” I demanded.

He looked confused. “What?”

“You hard of hearing? Strip!”

Derrick looked around at the three sets of eyes on him before slowly removing his clothes. As he went to take off his boxers, Kaylynn stopped him.

“Leave those on. Nobody is trying to see your wrinkle dick ass naked. I might just throw up.”

Derrick glared at her. “Fuck you.”

“No, thank you. I’m strictly pussy. Keep talking to me crazy, and I’ll make it my mission to fuck one or both of your daughters. Both of them are just my type.”

While we waited for him, Jaeda pulled up pictures of the whole Mathis family, just in case we had to snatch them up at some point too. Other than Patrick, he had two daughters, agestwenty-five and twenty-nine, and a son, age twenty-one. The nigga also had a wife and a few side chicks.

“Tie his ass up,” I directed.

Mia and Kaylynn made haste in bounding his hands and feet while I duct taped his mouth.

“Just in case you get any ideas about spitting,” I said, giving the side of his face a hard tap.

Once the girls were done, we dragged him over to the bed of my new F-150 and tossed him in. After enclosing him with the retractable covering, I closed the bed, and we climbed in the truck. Cranking up, I backed up and peeled out of the parking lot.

“What are you gonna do with him?” Jaeda asked.

“Leave him to be found until I’m ready to snatch him up again.”

Smoothly, I drove through the city. It was getting late, so there weren’t many cars on the road, which was perfect. Getting off the next exit, I pressed the button to the device I’d installed to conceal my license plate. I pulled over into the darkness of an underpass and got out. Rounding the back, I retracted the covering and let down the back of the truck. Grabbing Derrick’s feet, I pulled him out of the back and dragged him over to the brick wall before ripping the tape back.

“What are you doing? You can’t leave me here!”

“Watch me.” I put the tape back over his mouth and tapped on the back window. Mia stepped out. “Cut the boxers off,” I said, handing her a switchblade.

Derrick’s muffled pleas fell on deaf ears.

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