Page 35 of Breeze and Melodie

“We’ll take that as a yes,” Rocky said. “Let me explain to you how this works.”

“Where are you going?” Melodie asked.

“I’ll be back.” I kissed her forehead as I slid out of bed.

“I asked you a question.”

“And I gave you an answer.”

It had been a week and a half since Sean attacked Melodie. Before I left the meeting with Rocky, he explained how he and his crew did things. It was hell waiting for them to find Sean, but just as we settled into bed, I received a text from Rocky.

“That wasn’t an answer, Breeze.”

“Baby, don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to. If you needed to know where I was going, I’d tell you.”

I gave her a look, and I saw the moment it clicked for her.

“Breeze—”

“Nah. This ain’t up for discussion. We’re not talking about it now or later. Go back to sleep. I won’t be too long.”

Once I was dressed in all black, I kissed her lips, leaving her speechless in our bedroom. When I arrived downstairs, Rocky was waiting for me. I opened the passenger side door of his truck, but it was occupied.

“My bad,” I told the man.

“It’s cool. I’m Russell, Rocky’s younger brother.”

“Wassup.”

I closed the door and hopped into the back seat.

“My guys were watching his apartment and job, but he hadn’t shown up at either place since they’d started. I suggested they look at the gym on the other side of town, and lo and behold, that’s where they found him. Apparently, he asked for a transfer,” Rocky informed me.

“He must have known I’d come looking for him.”

“Exactly. They’re holding him at our spot. Let me know if you change your mind or?—”

“I won’t.”

We rode the rest of the way in silence. When the truck stopped in front of a small, garden-style house in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t wait for Rocky to turn the engine off before hopping out.

“Slow down, bruh. You don’t even know where you’re going,” Rocky said.

“I don’t need you to hold my hand when ain’t shit else out here.”

“We’re going to the back.”

I followed Rocky and his brother to the back of the small house. We entered a door that went directly to the basement. It was dark, and all that could be heard was our footsteps as we descended the stairs.

We approached a closed door with a dim light shining underneath. Rocky didn’t bother knocking and went right in. Two other men were already inside, and Sean was seated in the center of the room. A cloth covered his eyes, and his hands were tied behind him to the back of the chair. The floor and walls in the room were covered in plastic.

“What the fuck was that?” Sean asked, panic in his voice, turning his head from left to right as if he could see.

“Shut the fuck up!” one of the other men shouted before kicking Sean in the stomach, catching his chair before it fell back.

The other man put a large piece of duct tape over his mouth.

“We can do formal introductions later. This is personal, so he wants to handle him,” Rocky told the two men.

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