by Shan
Dmitri had a point. Keylan was good at what he does and so is Money; they were the muscle, it's what they got paid to do. Shit I had no problem bodying a nigga, anybody who fucked with me can get it but my job was to move large quantities of dope and I was good at it. Very fuckin’ good at it. Maybe it is time I start letting Keylan and Money do what they do best. Besides I was more handicapped than the average person was right now.
14 ROZALYN
Do I smell Fear?
I spent a week in the hospital after my attempted suicide and P.J. stayed by my side the whole time. He even had the hospital staff bring a crib into the room for Tamarion to sleep. He was too frightened that I would warn someone of my current predicament. I noticed once I was discharged that his attitude towards me had done a whole 360 degree turn, well maybe 180. For the past 24 hours we’ve been on the road driving away from Beijing.
"Why are we coming here?" I asked P.J. when we pulled into the parking lot of a hotel.
"This is where we will be staying for a while. Do you need my help getting out the car?"
"No, why are we staying here? What happened to the house?"
"Just get out of the car Rozalyn!"
P.J. got out of the car and grabbed Tamarion from the backseat. He then came around to where I was and reached for my hand, I snatched it away folding my arms over my chest.
"Don't make a scene Rozalyn, you're carrying my child now; I don't wanna have to hurt you."
"Just shut up talking to me. Give me my son," I demanded. P.J. turned to look at me like I was crazy, surprised that I was talking back to him.
"I said don't ‘cause a scene. Come on," he said through gritted teeth.
"Give me my fuckin’ son or I will ‘cause a scene. He's mine not yours!" I stopped walking, ready to start screaming at the top of my lungs if he didn't hand Tamarion over. I almost left my child here with this monster, with someone who had no regards for another human beings feelings or life. I will never be so fuckin’ stupid and selfish again, never will I allow for someone to push me to the point that I forget about everything that's important to me.
P.J. handed Tamarion to me when he noticed a group of white men wearing business suits coming closer to us. We were no longer in the country, secluded area where he hid me out for so long. We were now Hong Kong bound where Americans frequented quite often.
I followed P.J. into the Hyatt Regency Hong Kong Hotel; we walked straight past the check-in desk over to the elevators. P.J. stood close by my side when we entered along with a crowd of other people. I wondered what would happen if I screamed for help now, would anyone help me or would they all just stare at me strangely and do nothing? P.J. must’ve got a sense of my thoughts ‘cause he leaned down and whispered into my ear.
"Don't be stupid," he said.
Once we arrived on the third floor, P.J. pulled me off towards the room constantly looking over his shoulder as we entered. Something wasn't right, something was going on.
“What's going on, why the hell you so fidgety?” I asked.
“Nothing, just sit down and shut up,” P.J. walked to the window, peeked out of the curtains then pulled them tightly shut. “Don't leave this room, don't go out onto the balcony and don't answer this phone or even try to make a call, do you understand me?”
“Yea, whatever. How long are we gonna be here?” I yawned then laid Tamarion on the bed.
“You need to watch your damn mouth! Watch how you fuckin’ talk to me!” P.J. yelled then began to pace the floor. “Everything will be good once my men get here. Don't think that you getting out this muthafucka’ ’cause you won't. I be damned if I let you leave here with my seed still in you.”
“What the hell are you talking about? They found me huh?”
“Just shut the hell up,” P.J. said shaking his head to prevent an outpour of tears he was holding onto.
“Yea, nigga you should be scared.” I said laughing. “Oh my God. They finally found me.”
“Scared? Bitch, do I look scared to you? I got a whole army of soldiers ready to blast on your wanna be thuggin’ ass baby daddy! Ain’t no fear in me!” P.J. yelled.
“Yea, whatever. You look scared as hell to me,” I said with a satisfactory smile.
“I swear that muthafucka’ Tamar is a dead man and I'm a live the rest of my life fuckin’ his woman and raising his son to call me daddy!” P.J. let out an evil laugh.
“Yea right you gonna be the one dead and so is this baby I’m carrying,” I mumbled.
“What did you say? What the fuck did you just say?” P.J. came at me grabbing me by my hair and twisting the length of it tightly around his hand. I reached up and clawed him across the face, causing him to let me loose. He backhanded me in the face but I didn't give up; it was like I woke up in that hospital a totally new person. I felt very courageous at the moment.
“You not finna keep putting your hands on me!” I yelled punching, kicking, scratching, and biting P.J..
WHAM!
P.J. punched me with a closed fist sending me flying across the hotel room floor; I still wasn't about to give up. I was sick of being beat on every day by P.J. and sick of him forcing his little scrawny dick in me every damn day. I was too fed up with this muthafucka’ and I was letting him know that. I stumbled trying to get up from the floor; ran towards P.J. but was stopped when he gave me a karate chop to the neck. P.J. picked me up from the floor and walked towards the balcony door; he swung the door open, and raced towards the railing.
“Oh my God! Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” I screamed but to no avail ’cause P.J. swung me over the railing holding me by my feet. “Oh my God! Oh Lord! Please P.J. let me up! I'm sorry!”
“You wanna talk all that shit! I'll toss you off this muthafucka’!” he roared letting one of my legs go to dangle in the air.
“I'm sorry! P.J., I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant remember!” I cried.
Reminding P.J. of the pregnancy seemed to bring him to his senses. He pulled me up and brought me back over to safety. He wiped the blood from my wounds away with his shirt then kissed me on my lips. This would be the one time I would thank God for being pregnant with his child. I thought.
“I'm sorry. You okay? You need to go back to the hospital?” P.J. kissed on my neck, groped my behind, and took my bottom lip into his mouth.
“Just get off of me! Get away from me!” I screamed pushing P.J. away. I walked around him back into the hotel room, and then climbed in the bed next to Tamarion thinking and plotting of a way to get away from him.
“I'm sorry! I just flipped. Finding out that these muthafuckas are coming for me and you being pregnant…..me being on the run. It's a lot right now. Things are probably about to get hectic around here, I'm not about to lose you Rozalyn. You're carrying my child and I'm not letting anything come between that. Them niggas can come if they want to but I guarantee I'm taking them all out,” P.J. was pacing the floor again.
“When are they coming? How did they find out?” I probed for more information.
“They’ll be here soon and I’m not going out without a fight. Best believe that. I already lost my wife. I will not lose you and my child.”
I closed my eyes thanking God; I felt a sense of relief come over me knowing that I didn't have to deal with this for too much longer. I would sit tight and wait for someone to come for me instead of me trying my hand at getting away.
“You know you staying with me right? No matter what happens I'm not letting you go,” P.J. came closer to me tugging at the loose fitting sweats I was wearing.
“Not tonight, please,” I said trying to get out of having sex with P.J..
“Yes, I need it tonight. Don't fight me,” P.J. pulled my sweats down and began kissing me on my stomach, circling my navel with his tongue. I stifled my cries; trembling at his touches; seething at the feeling of his tongue against my body. An awful distaste of revenge entered my mouth; I hoped that Tamar can send him to his grave ‘cause if not I will. Whether it be tomorrow, ten or twenty y
ears from now; P.J. was going to pay for what he has done to Ashley and what he is doing to me. Yep he is going to pay.
15 TAMAR
Disrespectful Ass
“What is she doing here?” Dmitri asked me when I stepped into his home.
“You know I can't drive. I was already out when you called me, you said it was urgent.”
Dmitri eyed Kari curiously before turning us and leading us into the dining area. He walked over to the bar and fixed his usual drink not offering anybody else anything.
“Damn, I can't get a drink. A cup of water or something?” I joked.
“You know I don't like people I don't know in my fuckin’ home! And a fuckin’ reporter at that,” Dmitri shouted turning the drink up and swallowing every bit of it.
“I see you in a bad mood right now so I'm a just holla at you later,” I stood up and grabbed Kari's hand ready to head for the exit.
“They found her Tae!”
I stopped dead in my tracks and did a complete 360. I dropped Kari's hand and walked back over to where Dmitri was standing.
“Where is she? They got her? Oh fuck….” I dropped down in the closest chair when it seemed as if I could no longer breathe. Loosening the buttons on my shirt, I gasped for air feeling like my oxygen supply had been cut off.
“We can't make a move yet. He had her staying in a hotel in Hong Kong but moved her a short time after. He has an army of men protecting him and we're thinking that they plan on leaving the country.”
“Well what the fuck are ya'll waiting on? Why nobody went in there and got her?”
“Tamar, she has a baby with her, I believe it's your son,” Dmitri left the room and returned a short time later with a yellow envelope. He sat his drink down on the table then spread out a dozen photos across the table.
“Oh shit, I knew it. This whole muthafuckin’ time I could've had her and my fuckin’ son,” I stared at a picture of Rozalyn being led to a white van, she was so thin, looked torn but it did nothing to her beauty. She still was beautiful as fuck. I felt a tear slide down my cheek, I wanted to wipe it away but felt that it was okay for me to cry at this moment so I just left it. My heart was weak for this girl, for my seed; my son.
“I got some guys that's ready to go over there right now but I know that you would like to send some of your people that way as well. We need to get a plan together and ready ASAP. No time to waste, I don't want them to leave Hong Kong,” Dmitri took his cell phone off his hip and looked down at me.
“Only somebody that I got right now is Brandon and Money. Keylan won't be out the hospital for another two or three weeks.”
“I'll give them a call right now,” Dmitri walked away to make that call to Money and Brandon. I heard Kari's heels clicking against the tiled floor coming to closer to me.
“You okay?” she asked rubbing my shoulders.
“No, I'm not okay. My girl and my son has been out there all along needing me and I ain’t did shit to help them.”
“Your girl? The one you told me about last night?”
“Nah, this is my girl. The mother of my child. The bitch I told you about last night is just somebody I used to get my mind off her,” I said looking down at the picture.
“Wait a minute,” Kari grabbed the picture from the table and stared at it for a few moments. “Wow, I remember there being a big story over her. The guy…her step-dad took her and disappeared. I think like a few months ago they found her dead. My colleague did a story on her.”
“Yep, but as you can see she ain’t fuckin’ dead.”
“You have to let me get this story!” Kari exclaimed.
“Wait, hold the fuck up. Maybe bringing you here was a bad idea. Bitch, look you bet not go and say shit to nobody.” I stood up and got in Kari’s face. “You understand me? No fuckin’ body or I swear to God…”
“Tae no. I would never. I’m only asking that once you have her home and notified the authorities that you let me do a story on her. I won’t say anything until it’s safe. I promise.”
“They're on their way,” Dmitri said as he entered the room.
“I’ll think about it Kari. But you better keep your damn mouth shut.”
***
The whole room was silent waiting on me to speak; Money and Dmitri had gathered up a small team ready to invade Hong Kong's privacy in order to bring Rozalyn and my son home.
I stood once I gathered my thoughts. I made eye contact with everyone in the room then began to speak, “I appreciate everybody for coming here knowing the risk that is at hand. There is a picture in the middle of the table for those of you that are not familiar with what Rozalyn looks like,” I paused and took a deep breath.
“This is important, you do not take any shots at anyone if Rozalyn or the baby boy is around. Your goal is to secure the two of them and get them home. Please keep that in your mind at all times, only fire your weapon if you have no other choice!” Dmitri jumped up and said.
“There will be a big payout to everyone that is choosing to go; in front of you is a piece of paper that you will write your name and the name of a family member along with their address and phone number. Reason for that is just in case you don't make it back, the money can go to the person you choose,” I said. “If you ain’t got no family, shit put a church down, a charity, or something. That’s how important this is to me. I’m paying whether you make it home or not.”
“Yo, ain’t this that bitch that was on the news and shit. The bitch that was kidnapped and killed some months later? Yea this that bitch I saw this hoe on the news son. I remember saying how fine this hoe was. Fucked up,” a young runner that Money brought along spoke.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I mugged the nigga wishing I could get my hands on the trigger of a pistol right now.
“Somebody get this fool out of here,” Brandon said.
“I'm saying, we going after a dead bitch?” he questioned. “This your baby-mama or something?”
Everybody looked from me to him then shook their heads; it seemed the whole room knew he had fucked up except for him.
“This your boy Money?” I asked.
“One of my brother soldiers, yo. I….” Money started.
“Fuck this nigga, yo get the fuck up!” I yelled.
“Damn, all I did was asked a few questions about the bitch, ain’t no need to get upset!” he yelled.
POW!
“Sorry about that,” Money said and focused his attention back on Dmitri and me.
“Now, what was….” I stopped mid-sentence when Keylan walked into the room. Everybody took their attention away from me and brought it to Keylan, obviously surprised that he was out of the hospital earlier than expected.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "I though they...."
"I'm good; finding it hard to believe you called everybody but me to help you out," Keylan said taking the seat that the lil’ dead nigga once sat at.
"Arrow, get somebody in here to clean up this mess," Dmitri ordered to one of his goons.
"You were in the hospital; recovering from three bullet wounds," I said eyeing Keylan worriedly.
"Once again I'm good, when do we leave."
"I can't let you do this."
"I don't recall ever asking for your permission," Keylan slid the pictures in front of him and stared mostly at the one where Rozalyn was holding our son.
"Bet that. 4 a.m.," I nodded.
Dmitri went over the remaining details of the mission into Hong Kong constantly reminding everyone to be very careful not to put Rozalyn or my seed in any danger. He explained that everyone was to meet back here at the warehouse sharply at 3 in the morning; anyone who was late might as well run for their lives.
He also reminded everyone that no one was to tell anybody about what was going to go down tomorrow. Anybody who did any popping off at the mouth could expect to be dealt with. We wasn’t taking any chances on the info getting out and possibly getting back to P.J. before we could to them.
"B and Key ya'll know I appreciate this shit right?" I asked as I passed the blunt to my brother.
"Man, I ain't doing this shit for you. I'm doing this for Roz and my nephew," Keylan expressed. "Besides I gotta find a way to make good with my sis-in-law being I damn near killed my brother."
"You sure you up to this?" Taron asked.
"I do this here for fun, this won't be shit. Ya'll just better hope them goons you got going with me is up to it."
"Yea, I can't wait to meet my lil’ sister. Been hearing a little too much about her, ya'll make sure ya'll bring her home," Taron stood up and dabbed it up with Keylan and Brandon. He limped over to the table where his crutches were leaning and grabbed his keys. He nodded his head at me then left the room.
This was about to be the hardest 48 hours of my life.
16 KEYLAN
Let’s Get it in!
Damn, this was the longest plane ride I've ever been on in my life! I was eager to get off the plane from Miami to Hong Kong; a sixteen hour ride. Shit wouldn't have been so bad if muthafuckas wasn't asking a thousand damn questions about me being shot and if I thought I was gonna die. I felt like shooting every last one of them and telling them to tell me what they think but hell we had better shit to do.
My goal is to find Rozalyn today, get back on the private plane and back into Miami by tomorrow night. These lazy as suckers talking about finding a Chinese bitch and getting a damn room for the night but fuck that shit; wasn't nothing gonna be pleasurable about this trip. Anybody slacking and wasn't putting in work was not getting paid and best believe I was snitching. Damn I know Tae loves the hell out of Rozalyn but I wouldn't have paid these fools no more than what they was already being paid. A million damn dollars per person; fuck that shit. That's how you know who's loyal and who's not; anybody that was down for you and had your back would've done it for free. That's fam and I wasn't accepting a dollar from him ‘cause I know if I had been in the same situation he would have gone for me; no questions asked.