The phone rang again. That time it was Daisha, and I sighed with relief. At least I knew that she was okay.
“Hey, baby … ,” I said into my phone.
She spoke in a whisper. “This nigga’s gonna kill me. You gotta get here … quick.”
“What?” Did I hear her right? “What nigga? Rae … ?”
“No, it ain’t Rae. It’s Megan’s boyfriend … BJ. I came over here ’cause they got into an argument, and he showed up wit’ her ex-boyfriend’s head and shit. Now I’m tied up in the bedroom, while he’s doin’ whatever to her. I ain’t heard no gunshots or nothing, but he’s probably torturing her, and I’m next. I managed to get one of my hands loose so I could call you. The other rope is way too tight.”
Did she just say what I thought she said? A nigga named BJ had shown up with Megan’s ex-boyfriend’s head? He was Megan’s boyfriend? Fuck! I had to get to Daisha fast.
“He ain’t hurt you, has he?” I asked, frantic. After grabbing my car keys from the coffee table, I rushed to my car.
“No. He tied Megan up to a dining-room chair. Then he took me in the bedroom and tied my wrists to the headboard. He said he was gon’ take care of Megan first and I’m next.”
Anger filled my veins with ice, but I tried to stay calm for her. “Give me the address.”
She did. It was a brownstone on Ponce de Leon in Decatur. From what I knew about the area, that had to be a good fifteen-minute drive. Shit.
I pulled out of my parking spot and made a fast left onto the street. “I’m on my way, baby. Stay on the phone.”
BJ? Was it a coincidence that some nigga named BJ was fucking with Megan and trying to kill my woman? Could it be the same BJ who had something to do with taking my cousin Dank? What the fuck was going on? Atlanta was a big-ass city, but it was definitely a small world. All I wanted to do was save my girl. If only I hadn’t introduced her to Megan in the first damn place. Whether it was the same BJ or not, I was going to annihilate that nigga.
“He’s with the BHM, baby. I saw the tat on his neck,” Daisha said, confirming my suspicions.
I hit the gas even harder, not giving a fuck about streetlights, stop signs, or none of that shit. The cops were the least of my worries. My thoughts were on saving the love of my life. See, Daisha’s love had a strong grip on me, and I didn’t want to lose that. Shit. I couldn’t lose her….
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