by U. E. Wynn
Brandon had come up with several ways to make his brother disappear without a trace, but as tempting as those thoughts were, it would’ve been way too easy. He wanted Malik to suffer. He wanted to weaken and make him beg for mercy.
He now stood outside his brother’s house watching Terry through their bedroom window. He noticed how big her belly had grown since the last time he’d seen her. If his brother only knew who the real father of that bastard baby was he wouldn’t be walking around like he had all the power in the world.
Terry removed the clothes that she was wearing and changed into a robe. When she disappeared from his view Brandon took that as his opportunity to make his move. He already knew which part of the house she would be in so maneuvering wouldn’t be an issue.
He walked around to the back of the house and found the trip box for the power. He knew that if the power went out and came right back on, the alarm would have to reset itself, and that took at least four minutes. That was more than enough time to take out the two men patrolling down stairs.
He removed the wire cutter from his back pocket and cut every wire in the box except the power. After learning that Malik had cameras around his drug houses, Brandon was sure that he probably had a few in his house as well. Once that was done, he pulled out a knife and stuck it into the electrical cable box and slowed the level down until it stopped all together.
Brandon looked up just as the inside of the house went black. He now had four minutes to get inside the house and Brandon rushed towards the back door and kicked it in. He could hear Terry’s panicked footsteps above him as she hurried from her room, but he didn’t make a move for the streps. He was on a hunt for the two guards.
He saw the first one as he stepped into the hall and since he was unaware of his presence, he quickly lifted his gun with a silencer attached. He popped him twice and caught the body before it hit the floor. He saw a door nearby and dragged the body inside. He pulled the door shut behind him and started his search for the next one.
The second man was by the front door, holding a flashlight while looking at the alarm box. Brandon eased up behind him and popped him once in the head, leaving him slumped up against the wall. He reached down, grabbed him by the ankles, and pulled his lifeless body into a small room.
“Malik? Baby is that you?” Terry was standing at the top of the stairs. When she didn’t get a response, she came down slowly.
Brandon hid in the shadows and watched as she entered the kitchen still in her robe.
She searched the drawers until she found a flashlight and turned it on. “Malik?” she called out, swinging the light around the kitchen. Seeing it was empty she headed back the way she came.
“This isn’t funny, Malik.” She started towards the living room. “JB! Shawn!” Where the fuck are they, she asked herself. Those two idiots were always doing stupid shit and this time she was going to let Malik know she wanted new people at the house with her.
Bandon continued to wait in the shadows. As soon as her back was to him, the lights flicked back on and she looked down to turn off the flashlight. Brandon stepped out of his hiding place and quickly threw a pillow case over her head. Terry screamed and started swinging wildly with the flashlight, but Brandon dodged her attempts of hitting him. He snatched it from her hand and tossed it to the floor.
“Let me go! What are you doing? Oh my God! Somebody help me!”
Brandon didn’t utter a word as he fought to restrain her. For a pregnant woman, she was strong. He had to make her be quiet, but he didn’t want to knock her out because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to carry her back to his car. He began moving backwards, dragging her into the kitchen. He spotted a dish cloth and saran wrap on the counter and had an idea.
Before removing the bag from Terry’s head, Brandon used one hand to pull out the face mask that he had stuffed in his back pocket. It took a moment to get it on with all the struggling she was doing, but he managed to pull it over his head. He then took the bag off Terry’s head and forced the dishcloth into her mouth just as she was about to scream again.
It was weird, but the fear in her eyes made his dick hard. It was always something about the way a person looked when they questioned if they were about to die that made Brandon feel superior. He smiled behind the mask as he began wrapping the saran wrap around the bottom half of her face to keep the cloth in place. He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. Terry snatched her head to the side, pulling from his grasp.
Brandon took a step back and pulled a large knife from behind his back and held it for her to see. He pointed it towards her stomach and stared directly into her eyes. Without saying a word he placed one finger up to his mouth and gestured for her to be quiet. Then he pointed at the back door. Scared for her child's life, Terry nodded her head as her way of acknowledging his silent instructions and began walking towards the door.
When they made it back to his car, Brandon popped open the trunk and pointed at the inside. Terry began to sob and made muffled pleas for him not to make her get in there. Still not saying a word, Brandon slowly lifted the knife he was holding and pointed at the trunk again. Terry stared at him with pleading eyes. Brandon tapped the flat side of the knife against her stomach and pointed at the trunk.
Defeated, Terry climbed into the trunk and laid on her side. Brandon tied her hands together and then her feet. It was then that he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any shoes and her feet were bleeding. He slammed the trunk shut and hopped in the driver’s seat of the unmarked car. Brandon turned on the radio and increased the volume. Tupac’s Live and Die in LA played loudly as he drove off into the night with Terry in the trunk praying for her life.
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Still wearing the mask, Brandon placed a plate with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on it and a cup of water on the floor. Without speaking, he walked out of the room that he had Terry locked in. They were in Amber woods, an old cabin that used to serve as a boy scouts camping ground years ago. Brandon remembered this place from a previous drug bust that he did on some meth heads that was trying to run a lab out there.
Terry had been going nonstop all day yelling and cursing, swearing on her unborn child’s life that when her man found her he would kill Brandon. She had no clue that Brandon was her abductor, but she swore he was a dead man walking. Brandon had grown tired of her screaming and went back into the room to shut her up.
“You have no idea who your fucking with!” she spat when he walked into the room. “I’m going to laugh while I watch my man slit your neck from ear to ear you punk bitch.”
Brandon removed one of the gloves he was wearing and slapped Terry across the face so hard she stumbled backward and fell on the old rickety bed. The robe that she was wearing came undone, revealing her very round belly, full breast and clean shaven pussy. Oddly enough, seeing her naked made Brandon’s dick harden. There was a rumor that pregnant pussy was the best pussy a man could ever experience in his life. Brandon unbuckled his belt and walked across the room.
“No! What are you doing?” Terry screamed as she tried to squirm away from Brandon, who had forced her legs apart. “I’m pregnant. Please don’t do this.”
Ignoring her pleas, Brandon unsnapped his pants and pulled them down. He stared down at her through the opening of his mask and watched her expression as he pushed his dick inside of her. Terry tried to fight him off, but he held her hands above her head and kept stroking. Her cries soon turned into whimpers and then moans.
It was no surprise to Bandon that she was enjoying being raped. He knew that Terry was a whore from the moment he saw her. She was always just a pawn in this entire thing. He never had any feelings for her whatsoever. When he felt himself getting ready to nut, he pulled out and forced his dick into her mouth. Terry’s eyes bulged as she gagged and choked on his semen. After Brandon was done, he fixed his pants and smiled behind his mask as he watched Terry roll over to her side and vomit all over the floor.
“You a sick son of a bitch!” s
he yelled, spitting towards him.
Brandon smacked her across the face and motioned for her to stand to her feet. It took her a moment, but when she did. He hit her again. That second slap being a warning that he was in control. Terry immediately got the memo and didn’t talk back to him again.
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Malik had spent most of the night in his office still pissed off about the fight that he had with Brandon. He hated that things had gone that far between them, but Brandon was asking for it. He had given him several warnings and he had ignored them all. The only thing that kept Malik from taking his brother out, was their mother. Her pleas for them to stop fighting brought Malik back to his senses and he knew that he needed to leave right away before he did something he knew he’d regret.
“A man, I’m heading out. Ya’ll hold down the fort.”
“No doubt.”
Malik gave a head nod to the two guards that stood outside of his office doors and headed towards the stairs. When he made it downstairs, he told the men that were scattered about holding their weapons the same as he did the guards upstairs. He was escorted out by three of his men and they waited until he was safely inside his car with his driver before heading back into the building.
“Take me to my spot.”
Malik leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. All he wanted to do was get home to his lady and let her help him relax. The thought of Terry’s soft body made his Johnson tingle. He reached down and readjusted himself and imagined how wet she would become right before he entered her from behind. He smiled, remembering how she never wanted him on top because she felt unattractive because of her pregnant belly. But Malik honestly thought that she was even sexier now.
The thought of him having his first child with the only woman to hold his heart, besides his mother, made him very happy. Every night that he came home to a sleeping Terry, he would just stand over her and watch her. She always looked so peaceful, skin glowing and smooth. Each time he did that, he thought about quitting the game, marrying her and then moving his family into a nice house where their baby could grow up safe. He knew that his father would be proud to see that new change in him. It couldn’t erase his past, but it would surely be a start to a better future.
Almost thirty minutes later, Malik’s driver pulled up outside of his place. He got out and gave the driver instructions to come back first thing in the morning. Then he made his way up the few steps that lead to his front door.
“Terry!” He called out to her as he dropped his keys on the small mail table that sat near the door. He removed his coat and hat and walked towards the kitchen. Malik opened the refrigerator and grabbed a cold beer. He popped the top off and took a long swig from the glass bottle.
“Yo T!” He called out to her as he exited the kitchen and headed towards the stairs.
He started up the steps and could hear the sound of water running from the bathroom. Assuming that she was in there, Malik walked up to the bathroom door and tapped on it lightly.
No response.
He pushed the door open and found that the shower was running, but there was no Terry. Confused, Malik walked down the hall to their bedroom and found that it was empty too. He started to feel a bit of anxiety as he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed her number. Her line went straight to voicemail. This wasn’t like his girl to leave and not tell him anything. She would always call or text him to let him know where she was. Malik then realized that he didn’t recall Terry ever calling him to see when he would be home and that was also not like her. Thinking the worst, Malik dialed Nasir’s phone.
“One.”
“Yo, Nasir I need you to meet me at the crib ASAP.”
“Malik, you good?”
“Nah nigga, Terry is missing.”
“I’m on the way.”
“Call some of the hitters and have them come too.”
“Say no more.”
Malik paced back and forth wrecking his brain trying to figure out where Terry could be. She didn’t have any friends so he knew that she wasn’t hanging out. She stopped hanging with them as soon as she found out she was pregnant. Her family was pretty much nonexistent in her life, so he doubted that she was with any of them.
She probably made a run to the store and her phone died or something, Malik thought as he continued pacing around their room.
Suddenly, he heard his phone going off. He stopped and sighed with relief. Assuming that it was probably Terry he didn’t even look at the caller I.D.
“Yo baby, where you at?”
A sinister laugh came through the phone. “Awww, you thought I was your bitch?”
“Who the fuck is this?”
“I have something you want.”
Malik didn’t recognize the voice on the other line. It sounded like the person was using one of those voice disguisers that made them sound like the guy from the Saw movie. At that moment, several thoughts coursed through Malik’s mind and he immediately wondered what it is that this person had that he’d want.
“I’m listening.”
“Good, then you shouldn’t have a hard time understanding these simple instructions. You have 48 hours to come up with ten million dollars or the person you love most will be nothing more than a memory.”
“Ten million? Man listen, I don’t know who you are or what games you’re playing, but you got the wrong muthafucka. The only thing you’ll get from me is this lead I’mma put in ya if you don’t stop playing on my fucking phone.”
Malik ended the call and walked over to one of the bedroom windows to see if Nasir and his men had arrived yet. He didn’t see any cars outside and cursed under his breath.
“Where the fuck is this nigga?”
His phone rang again and he answered immediately.
“Yo’ Nasir, where you at?”
There was a muffled sound on the line at first, then the panicked screams of a woman came through. Malik’s heart just about stopped beating when he realized that that screaming woman was Terry.
“Terry?!”
“Have you ever heard the screams of someone having their teeth extracted without being drugged first?”
Malik stood rigid with fury. “Don’t you fucking touch her!”
“Here, let me give you an example.”
Terry screamed again and begged the person to stop. Hearing his girl being tortured and not being able to do anything about it pissed nearly drove Malik insane. He knew that he would have to comply with this bastard to protect her.
“Alright man, I’ll do it.”
“I knew you would come to your senses. Ten million. Forty-eight hours or each minute that you delay your girl will lose a tooth or maybe a toe. Don’t show up at all and well... Maybe I’ll help her deliver your little boy. It is a boy right?”
Malik shook his head and tried to keep himself together. He needed to go along with what he was asking so he wouldn’t hurt Terry, but in the back of his mind he was already planning out a way to find and kill him.
“How will I know where to drop the money?”
“Wait for my instructions.”
The call disconnected and Malik stood in his bedroom feeling a little defeated. That moment was short lived when he recalled the way Terry had been screaming in pain. All he could think about was her and his unborn child. He had to come up with a plan and fast. Then another thought crossed his mind. He didn't recall disarming the alarm. And where the fuck is JB and Shawn?
Malik headed towards the stairs and began a search of every room. He found both of his men dead from shots to the head. He checked the security cameras and saw that the feed had been cut. Fuck.
“Yo’ Malik! Malik you in here man?” Nasir and six other men entered the house all strapped and ready for war. “Malik!”
Malik slowly walked back into the living room and snarled at Nasir.
“What the fuck took y’all muthafuckas so damn long?”
Nasir turned his head to the side and looked at Malik as if he had lost his m
ind. He could have sworn that they had spoken previously about the way he shouldn’t talk to him like he was some punk nigga. Nasir took a step forward, ready to check him, but he realized that now wasn’t the time due to the extreme circumstances.
“What? Am I talking to my fucking self?”
“Listen, I had to round up a few nigga’s and as you can see, we’re all here and ready for whatever. Just say the word.”
Malik looked around the room at the faces of all six men and nodded his approval. “Ya’ll chill for a minute and give me and Nasir a few minutes.”
Malik walked away and headed towards the kitchen with Nasir not too far behind him. Once he felt they were out of earshot, he began to give Nasir the details about the call he received.
“He’s asking you for ten million within forty-eight hours or he’s going to kill Terry?”
Malik nodded.
“You got a clue who this person could possibly be?”
Shaking his head slowly, Malik said, “Nah, not even the slightest. Hell, they knew I wouldn’t be home around this time, because I was at my Mom’s. Either they know me or they’ve been watching me.”
Nasir thought for a few seconds. “You think this some kick back from one of those cats we jammed up?”
“Nah, those lil’ muthafuckas ain’t that damn smart. Whoever this is must have been planning this shit. They knew where I lived and they disabled my security cameras, maybe even my alarm system. They even was smart enough to disguise their voice over the phone. This person has some type of personal beef with me and when I find out who it is, I’m taking his ass out.”
“So what’s the word?”