Page 48 of On Everything
“I don’t know bro, I swear to God I don’t know. This jacket I have on is a Truman High School basketball jacket. Plenty of niggas have this jacket.”
The little nigga was shaking in his shoes as I held him up by his collar. He looked so scared that I’m sure he would’ve given her location up by now if he actually knew. One thing I’ve learned since snatching niggas up is how to tell when a man is lying. A nigga who is lying can’t hide it in their eyes. Because I speak to souls, I could always tell.
“Get the fuck out of here lil nigga.”
I let him go and he ran so fast, he hit the corner before I could blink twice.
I balled my fist up and hit the glass I was standing near and walking back towards my car. The entire way down the sidewalk I was parting the sea of people who saw me coming their way. If they knew like I knew, they would get the fuck out of my way, because this cat and mouse shit got me on edge.
I don’t know Cashmier’s location, but I know, all they wanted from this is money and killing her wouldn’t earn them anything, so I wasn’t worried about that. If they wanted her dead, they would’ve left her pretty ass leaking in my apartment without asking for a ransom. Now, it was just a waiting game because I know they trying to figure out how and when to do the exchange.
They should’ve pulled this shit with her daddy and not a cold blooded nigga like me. Either that or had an offshore account I could’ve wired the shit too. Dumb ass niggas didn’t think shit through. That’s why I know I will catch whoever this iswhen it’s all over and I promise to kill them with my bare fuckin hands for taking from me.
Cashmier has already spent a few hundred thousand dollars of my money over the past year. This was just something else attached to her that made her ass expensive. Now if it were Ciara, I would’ve offered them niggas an extra couple hundred thousand just to get her back faster. That’s because I want Ciara apart of my future. I can see myself being with someone so green, so down to earth, and someone who is willing to listen and change. I just had the gun in baby hand while she was shaking at first and then she toughened up and started firing that muthafucka like she needed too. That’s the type of bitch I need in my corner.
I climbed into my car, turned on the engine, and then an incoming call popped up on the dashboard. I saw it was a private call which is most likely them niggas that got Cashmier.
I hated to answer this shit, but I pushed accept on the call because I knew I had to play their game as much as I didn’t want to. Only I need to play a game of my own this time. See where the fuck their minds are at.”
“Yeah.”
“Five hundred thousand dollars needs to be dropped off at Townesday shopping center. There is a trash can behind it that sits down the alley way. Drop the money off there by yourself and then once we get it, we will tell you where she is.”
“First off, don’t call demanding shit from me like I work for you. I don’t take demands. I give em.”
“Am I supposed to ask you for the money nigga? We have your girl.”
“Who gives a fuck.”
“Oh, so you don’t care about your girl?”
“I do, but they didn’t stop making pussy when she opened her legs for me.”
From the brief pause I could tell that I had caught them off guard now.
“So, you want your girl’s blood on your hands?”
I chuckled. This was a young nigga on the phone, and I could tell from his voice. He was trying to sound hard, and make his voice deep I guess to intimidate me. I couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of a young nigga trying to charge me up for shit. This is letting me know I need to really tighten up ship. Niggas knowing where I live is mistake number one.
“Ain’t shit funny Hov. Your bitch will be dead if you keep taking this as a joke.”
“Who the fuck are you anyway? A lil nigga? A nigga who don’t know I’ll kill you over the course of a week just to watch you suffer? I’m not just a murderer; I’m a fuckin’ animal. I’m sure you’ve heard that though.”
The kidnaper paused for a minute, and I could tell just that quickly fear and reality set in on them. There was a discussion happening now in the background and I couldn’t hear they asses, but I knew I had them shook.
“Yeah, hello, Hov?”
“I’m here lil nigga.”
“Look we need you to just take the money where we need you too and your bitch will be back home safe tonight. Your bitch and your baby.”
“My who?”
“Your girl and your baby.”
“What fuckin baby? I don’t have any kids and Cashmier is not pregnant.”
“Yes, she is. She told us when we snatched her, hoping for some sympathy, but we don’t have any. So, if you want to see the baby then you will do what we asked. Drop the money off at 1:00am tonight so you can raise your punk ass child.”
