to show it too.
“I’m sorry, Warren. I didn’t mean it, but I was scared and left with no one and nothing when the feds got us. They told me that you were blaming me for everything . . . I saw you on video,” I was finally able to explain. I was still too scared to look at him.
Warren reached over and grabbed me. “Aggh, please!” I screamed. I just knew another beating was coming.
“G-money . . . G-money . . . c’mon, I’m not going to hurt you. I would’ve never blamed you for anything. You don’t know about the feds and their video tricks? That was all game, baby girl,” Warren said, pulling my head toward his. I stopped resisting for just a second. Warren pulled my face into his. I was shocked. He kissed me so deeply that I could barely breathe. I couldn’t even fight him off if I wanted to and I didn’t even try. Although I was deathly afraid, it felt so good to feel Warren’s tongue in my mouth again. Tears drained out of the sides of my bruised eyes. I was conflicted as hell. On the one hand, I hated him because everything that was wrong in my life was because of him. But I knew then that I still loved that man no matter what. It was all for nothing, though. We were about to do some shit that would never allow us to be together again.
Finally, I pulled away from him. “Damn, G-money . . . we could’ve been so good together,” Warren lamented with finality. He pulled his car away from the curb and we both rode to do the deed in eerie silence.
I immediately noticed that there was a black SUV following us. It wasn’t a surprise. I surmised that it was the same SUV that had been parked at the Tides stadium the night I was set up and assaulted. I can’t say seeing that vehicle didn’t make my insides curl in on themselves.
“So where we going?” Warren asked. I’d been so lost in thought he startled me. I blinked a few times and was back on course with what we were doing.
“She’s usually at school at this time. Tidewater Community College,” I said, my voice quivering. “She has a red Honda Z sports car. Her plates say daddy’s little girl.” I knew this was the ultimate betrayal, but what choice did I have?
“Her daddy is rich and she goes to community college?” Warren asked skeptically. He sounded as if he was trying to smooth the tension between us in the car. I just shrugged. The less conversation we had the better for me.
“It’s all just like I said. The time, the place, and the same pattern every day,” I whispered. I wasn’t trying to be Warren’s friend and chitchat about the girl I was about to turn into a victim. After all, she was my stepdaughter.
“A’ight. And you sure daddy ain’t gon’ call five-o to get his baby back? I’m not about to play no bullshit . . . I will murk you, her, and him and move the fuck on,” Warren said. That was the Warren I expected to hear. It was like his mood had gone from day to night. I guess he was back to hating my guts.
“I’m sure,” I said, my voice unsteady. I wasn’t sure of shit. Sidney was a businessman, not a gangster, so there was a high probability he might call the cops or even the fucking FBI. I was saying a silent prayer that Sidney didn’t try any funny business once he received the ransom demand. I was also praying that God spared my ass for this foul shit I was doing.
I watched the whole shit unfold after I pointed Arianna out to Warren. I had to admit, Warren’s boys were like pros. It all happened so fast. I watched from a distance as one of Ace’s boys slyly put a gun to Arianna’s back, whispered in her ear not to scream, made her get into her own car and he got in the passenger seat. The last thing I said to Warren was, “Remember, she’s just a kid. Her father will pay the ransom, so don’t hurt her.” He looked at me with fire flashing in his evil eyes. “I guess that’s your job now. Convince daddy to play by the rules and the girl goes home. Play games and everybody goes to hell
“I’m sorry, Warren. I didn’t mean it, but I was scared and left with no one and nothing when the feds got us. They told me that you were blaming me for everything . . . I saw you on video,” I was finally able to explain. I was still too scared to look at him.
Warren reached over and grabbed me. “Aggh, please!” I screamed. I just knew another beating was coming.
“G-money . . . G-money . . . c’mon, I’m not going to hurt you. I would’ve never blamed you for anything. You don’t know about the feds and their video tricks? That was all game, baby girl,” Warren said, pulling my head toward his. I stopped resisting for just a second. Warren pulled my face into his. I was shocked. He kissed me so deeply that I could barely breathe. I couldn’t even fight him off if I wanted to and I didn’t even try. Although I was deathly afraid, it felt so good to feel Warren’s tongue in my mouth again. Tears drained out of the sides of my bruised eyes. I was conflicted as hell. On the one hand, I hated him because everything that was wrong in my life was because of him. But I knew then that I still loved that man no matter what. It was all for nothing, though. We were about to do some shit that would never allow us to be together again.
Finally, I pulled away from him. “Damn, G-money . . . we could’ve been so good together,” Warren lamented with finality. He pulled his car away from the curb and we both rode to do the deed in eerie silence.
I immediately noticed that there was a black SUV following us. It wasn’t a surprise. I surmised that it was the same SUV that had been parked at the Tides stadium the night I was set up and assaulted. I can’t say seeing that vehicle didn’t make my insides curl in on themselves.
“So where we going?” Warren asked. I’d been so lost in thought he startled me. I blinked a few times and was back on course with what we were doing.
“She’s usually at school at this time. Tidewater Community College,” I said, my voice quivering. “She has a red Honda Z sports car. Her plates say daddy’s little girl.” I knew this was the ultimate betrayal, but what choice did I have?
“Her daddy is rich and she goes to community college?” Warren asked skeptically. He sounded as if he was trying to smooth the tension between us in the car. I just shrugged. The less conversation we had the better for me.
“It’s all just like I said. The time, the place, and the same pattern every day,” I whispered. I wasn’t trying to be Warren’s friend and chitchat about the girl I was about to turn into a victim. After all, she was my stepdaughter.
“A’ight. And you sure daddy ain’t gon’ call five-o to get his baby back? I’m not about to play no bullshit . . . I will murk you, her, and him and move the fuck on,” Warren said. That was the Warren I expected to hear. It was like his mood had gone from day to night. I guess he was back to hating my guts.
“I’m sure,” I said, my voice unsteady. I wasn’t sure of shit. Sidney was a businessman, not a gangster, so there was a high probability he might call the cops or even the fucking FBI. I was saying a silent prayer that Sidney didn’t try any funny business once he received the ransom demand. I was also praying that God spared my ass for this foul shit I was doing.
I watched the whole shit unfold after I pointed Arianna out to Warren. I had to admit, Warren’s boys were like pros. It all happened so fast. I watched from a distance as one of Ace’s boys slyly put a gun to Arianna’s back, whispered in her ear not to scream, made her get into her own car and he got in the passenger seat. The last thing I said to Warren was, “Remember, she’s just a kid. Her father will pay the ransom, so don’t hurt her.” He looked at me with fire flashing in his evil eyes. “I guess that’s your job now. Convince daddy to play by the rules and the girl goes home. Play games and everybody goes to hell
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