by Khadijah J
“The fuck is y’all acting weird about?” I asked, I plopped on the couch across from everyone.
“Who are you?” I asked the lady across from me.
“I’m Montaej, this is my husband, Geechi. Tejha’s auntie and uncle,” she introduced herself. I nodded. She looked more like Tejha momma than Tejha’s momma did.
“Okay, what y’all doing here? Is Tejha good?” I asked. The look in her eyes told me differently.
“No, she’s not.” He auntie exhaled.
“What, wait a minute.” I stood up.
“Y’all not finna sit here and tell me my girl dead,” I snapped.
“No, Kato, just sit down.” My pops stood.
“Nah, let’s say whatever it is, you know what. Matter of fact.” I walked out the living room and to my room.
“I’m sick of playing with motherfuckers. I don’t give a fuck about shit they talking about,” I said out loud, in my closet. I took off my shorts and put on my black sweats. I put my vest on and my all black hoodie on top of it. I put my guns in the holsters and grabbed my UZI.
“Bruh, they grabbed Tejha in broad daylight from a coffee shop.” I heard Ky said.
“They?” I asked. He nodded.
“Oh shit, say less.” I walked past him, but he stopped me.
“But we can’t go rushing in,” he started. I pushed past him, anything he had to say he could say while I was on my way out the door.
“Y’all can’t go rushing in, but I’m going to get my woman with or without y’all,” I told him.
“It’s not that simple Kato. The stakes are different now.” My pops stopped me.
“What the fuck is y’all talking about? Lay all this shit on the floor and stop talking in riddles,” I snapped.
“Montejha is pregnant with y’all child. That’s what’s different. Now we can rush in and go in blind risking the baby’s health and Tejha’s, or we can wait it out and keep eyes on them.” Her auntie stood up blurting out. I was stuck as fuck.
“You said what now?” I asked, for clarification.
“Montejha was snatched up in broad daylight,” she started.
“No, the other part,” I told her.
“She’s pregnant,” she started, and I stood there for a second seeing red. This shit was all my fault, I had to go get her and my seed. Fuck what they were talking about. I didn’t say shit, just went through my garage door and climbed in my black on black Impala. I barely let the garage lift all the way before driving on the neighbor’s grass around all the cars in the driveway and driving to Oden’s wife crib. Motherfuckers was about to die, it was no denying it. I was done waiting, I wanted them niggas head on a silver platter.
Breaking into their crib was easier than I thought. This nigga had an alarm sign in the front of his house, but the shit wasn’t activated. I walked in with my gloves on and my Glock in my hand. She was sleeping so peacefully. I chuckled, nudging her with the butt of my gun. She stirred and opened her eyes. Before she could scream, I placed my hand over her mouth.
“One peep, and it’s gone be blood on the sheets,” I told her.
“Come on, throw these on, we going for a ride.” I tossed her leggings to her.
MONTEJHA | HELP ME
“You gone give me some of this pregnant pussy.” He tried to pull my leggings down. I kept my legs closed tight, trying to fight him off of me. His phone started ringing back to back, and he finally stopped his assault to answer.
“What sup baby, I told you I was busy,” he answered the phone for his wife.
“Who the fuck is this?” He stopped in his tracks and looked at me. I couldn’t hear who was on the phone, but Oden’s entire body language changed.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asked.
“I’m telling you, nigga, I ain’t seen Montejha,” he started.
“HELPPP!” I screamed loud as fuck, and this nigga decked me in my mouth, knocking me back down on the bed.
“Leave my fucking wife outta this,” he spat. Whoever was on the phone was cussing this nigga out, he put it on speaker.
“Hello.” My heart beat fast as hell, and my baby started kicking like crazy as we heard daddy’s voice.
“Kato.” My voice cracked. Before I could say anything else, Oden took the phone off speaker.
“Alright, there now let me talk to my wife,” Oden spat and walked out the room. I got up and locked the door. I needed to figure out how I was going to get the fuck outta here and fast. I knew I was on the second floor, so jumping out the window was not an option. I sat there in the room trying to figure out exactly what I was going to do. I walked out the room, and down the hall, Fabian quickly peeked his head out the door.
“Aye where the fuck is you going?” he asked.
“I have to pee,” I told him.
“Alright, come on.” He grabbed my arm roughly, dragging me to the bathroom that was downstairs. He stood there with the door open.
“I can’t pee like that,” I told him, and he slapped the shit outta me.
“Maybe that’ll help your stupid ass pee,” he spat. I was tired of these niggas treating me any type of way, I could hold my tongue and hands back for so long. But I didn’t want anyone to hurt my baby, that was the only thing I cared about. I was hungry as hell, I hadn’t eaten much since I got here. They would bring me stuff, but I would just eat whatever was in a package or looked as though it hadn’t been touched. But I didn’t take shit from Fabian, he was psychotic. He was the reason my damn right eye was fucked up. I hurriedly peed and then washed my hands. Before leaving the sink, I turned on the cold water and drank that. This was how I quenched my thirst. I wasn’t trusting them with a drink or nothing, especially when I noticed Fabian bring me a water that looked like he spit a glob of mucus and spit in it. I was disgusted and wasn’t taking any chances. He snatched me away from the faucet by my hair and pulled me back to the room they were holding me captive in.
I just laid on the bed rubbing my belly in circles and singing to my baby. I loved my child more than I could think of. I kept telling my child how I was going to get us out this situation safely. Then we were going to go and get a chocolate donut to celebrate. I wiped my tears because the reality of the situation was that there was a possibility I wouldn’t make it out of here alive. I sat up as someone knocked on the door and walked in.
“Damn, you are beautiful as hell. Why you crying, y’all been putting y’all hands on her?” he asked.
“Not me, Oden,” Fabian lied. The guy shook his head, and he stared at me.
“You hungry?” he asked.
“What do you think,” I snapped. He chuckled.
“Any special request?” he asked.
“Anything minus the spit and whatever else evil you might think of,” I spat.
“You feisty too, I like her.” He smiled. I just stared up at him.
“Can I just go home already, I don’t know what y’all want from me. I don’t have any money and I,” I started.
“Money? Baby this isn’t about money at all. But I am gone hit yo’ baby daddy pockets before returning you back to him and then killing him.” The guy smirked.
“But I might just keep you around me. I’ve been watching you, and I like yo’ style Montejha.” He smirked.
“I don’t think that’s how the story is gonna end, but I’ll let you think whatever you wanna think,” I spat.
“Like I said, I like you. I’ma get you some food, minus the spit.” He walked out, and Fabian followed. Shortly after, they both came back, and he had gotten me some Wendy’s the four for four. My stomach rumbled loud as fuck, I was so damn hungry. But I just prayed and hoped they didn’t touch my food. As I checked it, everything looked fine. I took a bite into my double stack and was in heaven. They walked back out, letting me finish up my food in peace. I ate and was full as hell. I was thirsty, and I was not drinking that Wendy’s drink. No matter how good it was. It didn’t look like it had been touched, but you never knew. So, I figured I’d eat the
frosty and hopefully that’ll take my thirst away.
I had taken a nap, and when I woke up, my stomach felt funny. I looked around the room, and Fabian was standing there mugging the shit out of me. My stomach was cramping like the worst period pains ever, I didn’t know what to think, I knew I had to get to a hospital.
“Bitch you keep on flirting with these niggas. Like I’m not even here,” he spat. I didn’t say shit, I was too shook up right now.
“Oh, now you don’t wanna talk to me. I got a way I can make you talk bitch,” he gritted. He went to the door and locked it, he walked back toward the bed, unzipping his pants. I quickly tried to climb the other side of the bed. I almost stood, but he snatched me by my hair and back onto the bed. I started fighting for my life, and he was trying to knock my head off as hard as he was slapping me. He was beating me so bad, I had lost my vision, and I was still trying. I had resorted to clawing his face in and everything. He pinned my hands above my head and leaned down to kiss me. I never in my life thought I’d do this, but it was my last resort. I hawked up a huge glob of spit and spat in his face. He pulled his gun from his back and put it in my face.
“Bitch, you better sit here and let this shit happen,” he growled. He started trying to pull my leggings down but halted when he heard a door slam outside. He hurriedly got off the bed and looked outside.
“Shit get the fuck up,” he spat frantically. I was so dizzy and out of it. I sat up, and the room was spinning. He yanked me off the bed so fucking quick, I had no choice but to follow him. Dragging me down a hallway and down some stairs, I almost fell, but he damn near carried me. He opened a door, and as soon as he closed it, we heard a big boom and heavy footsteps and gunshots.
“KATO!” I yelled, and he quickly put his hand over my mouth. He led me through the side door where this red Bonneville sat. He opened the door and shoved me in, quickly closing it. I looked at the switch and quickly locked the door so he couldn’t get in. He took out his keys and unlocked it and as soon as he got in the car he took the butt of his pistol and knocked me out cold.
KHAOS | BOOGEYMAN AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME
After calling my nigga to get ready to track this call, I had Oden’s wife tied the fuck up in the warehouse. I used her thumb to unlock the phone and went to her recent calls. She had hella niggas in her phone, but her and Oden was her lock screen.
“Damn baby girl. Who are all these niggas.” I chuckled. She just scowled at me.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be out of misery in a second Becky. I just need you to relax,” I told her. She grunted and said something, but I had the gag in her mouth. I dialed dude number on her phone and put it on speaker.
“What sup baby, I told you I was busy,” he answered, sounding like he was busy doing something.
“This ain’t yo’ baby, but I might know where she is,” I told him.
“Who the fuck is this?” he said.
“You know who the fuck it is, and you know what the fuck I want,” I told him.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asked.
“We playing stupid? Where is my wife at?” I asked him.
“I’m telling you, nigga, I ain’t seen Montejha,” he started. Just as I was about to cuss this nigga out, I heard my baby voice.
“HELPPP!” she screamed loud as fuck before suddenly stopping. I swear to God, on my life if my baby was returned to me with so much as a small scratch, niggas was getting chopped into tiny pieces and getting fed to my dogs.
“Leave my fucking wife outta this,” he spat.
“Let me fucking tell you something pussy. If she has so much as a fucking scratch, you gone with your momma would’ve swallowed your simple ass BITCH MADE ASS NIGGA! NOW LET ME SPEAK TO HER!” I yelled at him.
“I’ll let you speak to her as long as you let me speak to my wife,” he bargained.
“Alright bet. Let me speak to her first,” I agreed. It was quiet for a second, and my heart started beating so damn fast.
“Hello,” I said.
“Kato.” Her voice cracked. Before I could say anything else, dude took the phone away.
“Alright, there now let me talk to my wife,” Oden spat. I removed the gag.
“Say hello to your husband Becky,” I told her.
“Oden, what the hell have you gotten into,” she cried. I heard the door crack and already knew who it was.
“Alright, that’s enough. You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?” I asked him.
“Fuck you bitch ass nigga. You think you untouchable, you better not touch my bitch,” he spat. I nodded.
“The hard way. Okay, I’ll see you soon.” I hung up and sent a bullet through Becky’s head simultaneously. I called my dude on my burner phone, and he told me he was sending me the address. I hung up and called the crew to come dispose of this white bitch. I geared up to go to fucking war. I ain’t give a fuck, I was going to save my woman and our child. I ain’t even been to a doctor appointment or nothing. I ain’t even know she was pregnant, but that shit was neither here nor there. If I had to go in this bitch guns blazing to save my family, then that’s what the fuck I had to do. If I had to put my life on the line to save theirs, then that’s what it was.
“Nigga, you went go in that bitch by yourself?” Ky asked.
“I was brought in this world by myself, so I don’t give a fuck if do anything by myself,” I spat, walking out the warehouse but he stopped me.
“Bruh, you don’t know who all in the house or nothing. You just going in blind,” he started. I turned around looked this nigga square in the eye.
“Listen and listen motherfucking clearly ‘cause I’m only going to say this shit once. I don’t give a fuck about none of that shit, I’m going to get my pregnant woman who ain’t got shit to do with none of this. She probably scared out her fucking mind, she already been there a week too long. How I’m supposed to be her man, but niggas snatched my bitch up in broad daylight? Nah, I promised her to protect her, .and I failed her, so I’m going to get her. So, all that logical bullshit you are spewing ain’t gone work on me. Why? ‘cause I’m an illogical motherfucker, now get the fuck outta my way before I shoot yo’ egg head ass,” I spat and walked right past him and out the warehouse to my whip. I pulled up my GPS and started the car. The GPS had just told me where to go and as soon as I was about to pull off, this nigga Ky climbed in with an AK in his lap. I looked at him and smirked.
“Drive bitch, and when we get yo’ woman back, I’ma tell her how much of a pussy ass nigga you are over her,” he spat. I put my shit in drive and did damn near ninety the whole way there.
When we pulled up to this country ass stick town, we road past the crib that the GPS said was the house and parked down the street. We had to wait till it got dark because these country motherfuckers were nosy as hell. As soon as it got dark a nigga pull, the car up on the front grass. I slammed the motherfucking door and kicked that bitch in, instantly popping niggas. I popped Oden’s bitch ass, knocked him on the ground and the other man was in the kitchen hiding.
“I got him, go check the back,” Ky told me. I walked up the stairs and kicked every door in, came up empty. The last door I kicked in, it was blood on the bed. Instantly seeing that, a nigga heart dropped. I walked back out the room but looked down and saw speckles of blood going toward the stairs in the back. I crept down the stairs and made it to what looked like a garage. Shit was dusty and musty, I noticed the side garage door was opened, so I made my way towards it. I looked down, and it was tire marks, I hurriedly made my way to the front to my car as a suburban pulled up. Instantly knowing who it was, they quickly got out.
“Did y’all ride past a car before y’all pulled up?” I asked, going to my car.
“Nah,” Zu said, getting out.
“Yeah actually, as we were coming another car was. Shit,” Dreux spat. I hurriedly got in the car and Dreux climbed in.
“Take a right bro,” he said as I hurriedly drove outta the hicks. I was flooring it down the stre
et. It was a long as street, and the intersection was a ways up. So, they couldn’t have gotten far. I busted a left and ran into a bunch of traffic at a four-way.
“What color was the car bruh?” I asked.
“Red,” he said as I stared at a red car about to go. I hurriedly pulled in the middle of the four-way, causing everybody to stop and I climbed out the car rushing to the red car.
“What the fuck!” the lady yelled at me as I opened her door. I hit the lock switch and the trunk button. After searching her car and coming up empty, I walked back to my car and floored it out the middle of the intersection. My phone rang, and I answered it.
“What,” I answered.
“Head to the warehouse, they both still alive.” Ky hung up. I jumped on the highway ramp heading there but also looking for any red car.
“Bruh, they prolly ducked off somewhere. But slow up, the laws just got off the entrance ramp,” Dreux said. So, I did for a few minutes, before speeding back up. When I went to get off my exit, I noticed the police behind me. I got off the ramp and pulled into the Arby’s, and he kept driving. Fuck, that shit was close.
I pulled up to the warehouse and noticed they were just standing there watching somebody. But Montejha auntie was in Oden face as soon as I walked in. I looked to the left of him, and the nigga was dead already.
“Just like I told him, I’m only going to ask once, that’s what the fuck I meant,” she spat in this nigga face.
“Where the fuck is Montejha?” she spat. Oden started bitching, this nigga actually started crying.
“I don’t know. I had just got back to the house when y’all came in,” he cried. I chuckled.
“What kind of car was sitting on the side of the house?” I asked him.
“I don’t know, I swear I don’t.” He started lying. I took my Glock and pistol whipped this bitch ass nigga unconscious.
“Get me some cold water,” I spat shortly after, they dumped the water on him, and he jumped up.
“I swear, I swear,” he pleaded.