by Erica Dyer
“Mablevi and Kendrick, I blame all this on you two. Y’all was out there in the world with them, and y’all was supposed to protect them, make sure they were safe. Now my one and only nephew is hanging on to dear life, and my goddaughter is only God knows where!” I screamed, pissed.
“Gisella, just calm down. You keep referring to them as kids; they are grown-ass men and women. You gotta get that out of your head; when you went away, they were teens and pre-teens,” Mablevi added, trying to calm me down.
“I don’t give a damn, and where is Moshi?”
“He’s back in Baltimore trying to get information on Kei’s capture, Gisella we are all trying here. Between the three families, we will get Kei’sha back,” he promised, taking out his phone.
“And don’t think I forgot you got Trevor in jail playing cops and fucking robbers.”
“That issue is being handled. I’m not sure why Lady E would even come down here to discuss that,” Mablevi stated with a hint of anger in his voice
“It better be. Now, let’s go.”
“Go where?” Kendrick asked.
“Back home, it’s time I make my presence known again.”
Gisella Blanca was back!
Bishop
“Daddy, you gotta wake up and go save them. Mommy is in trouble.”
“Who are you, and what do you mean them?”
“I’m BJ. I saved my sister, but daddy,you gottago get them.
That man is hurting mommy. You gotta go back.Daddy,please!”
“Where is she? Who’s hurting her? Wait,you called me daddy; BJ,are you,my son?”
“Sorry,daddy, I tried really hard,but when the mean man kicked mommy,I went back to heaven, but my sister is still with mommy. You gotta go save them.”
“Wait. BJ,tell me what to do. Why is this happening?”
“Daddy,you really have to go now.I wasn’t supposed to come out the gates. Now wake up,Daddy.”
“Wait,BJ!”
I was waking up to bright lights and machines beeping all around me. I was dazed and confused.
“Where the fuck am I?” I yelled, trying to adjust my eyes to the lights.
“Good, you’re up. I’m Marilyn, your nurse. Let me get your doctor. Your family will be so happy.”
“My family?”
“Yeah, they’ve been waiting for you to wake up every day. They just sit in the waiting room for hours. Let me get them,” Marilyn mentioned as she walked out of my hospital room.
When she walked out, I started ripping this shit out of my arm. I felt weak and dizzy, my legs were shaky, and I couldn’t stand all the way up. Frustrated, I kicked the table that was next to my bed. My body was in so much fucking pain.
“Sir, you have to give your body time to heal,” the doctor demanded, walking into my room and over to help me back in bed.
“Look, doc, give me some pain pills so I can get the fuck out of here?”
“Do you remember anything about your shooting? Do you remember blacking out?”
“Nah, doc, I don’t. All I remember is getting married, then feeling a bullet piercing through my chest, and some nut case taking my wife to Cuba.”
“Mr. King, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you were shot multiple times and have been in a comma for a little over three months.”
“Three months! Are you fucking serious? My wife is probably lying in a fucking ditch somewhere. Get me the fuck out of here.”
“Binky, do you remember me?” A voice I haven’t heard from in years asked, walking into my room. There is only one person that ever called me Binky. It was my aunt Gigi, but she abandoned me when my mother died.
“Why are you here? I thought your family didn’t want anything to do with me.” Now I was pissed, emotional, and in fucking pain, not to mention no one was telling me where the fuck my wife was.
“Binky, I never abandoned you. Who told you that? I’ve been on the run for years. Just being here is putting my freedom at risk.”
“Yeah, well, get the fuck out then. I didn’t ask you to be here, and last time I checked, you didn’t want anything to do with me.”
“Ard, now you are getting a little disrespectful; sit your ass down and listen to me, got damn it!” she raised her voice a little bit.
“You got two minutes; then you can get the fuck out of my room,” I hollered, sitting down on the bed.
“I was in your life up until you were about 5, your mother, my sister was killed in a robbery gone wrong. Your shit for brains father got her killed. Even when I wasn’t around, I still provided for you. I’ve always been around, hell who do you think convinced Big Pete to give you a half of brick when you were 15?”
“No, Brian told me my mother died right after I was born and that her family didn’t want anything to do with me because I was half white.”
“Bishop, that is the furthest from the truth. My name is still on the house y’all lived in. Brian didn’t have to work because I was paying for everything. He started stealing again and owed dealers’ money, and I refused to keep paying for his fuck ups. Your mother went on a mission with him and was killed in the process. You are a Blanca, always have been, always will be. Your first apartment on Belvedere, I own the building, your first car came from my business partner's dealership. I have always been in your life, and even when I went on the run, I made sure you were good.” At this point, she had tears running down her face.
“Everything okay in here?” Another lady came walking into my room with a black pinstripe pant suit on with a white silk blouse unbutton showing her black lace bra and a Gucci purse in her hand. I recognized her from the pictures; this was Kei’sha’s mom.
“Where’s my wife?” I asked.
“Sorry to be meeting like this, but I’m Kei’sha’s mom Kemetria Williams. You can call me Metra.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen pictures of you. Nice meeting you, I guess. Not to be rude, but where is my wife?”
“Bishop, let me get this out the way, I don’t do disrespect, and before I let anyone disrespect my family or me, they’ll meet my.380,” Metra snapped, pulling the .380 out of her purse.
“Now that we got that out the way, Gisella is risking her freedom to be here. I don’t know what happened to you in the years Gisella was out of your life, but please be clear this woman loves you and has been there since day one.”
“How do you two know each other?” I asked, confused as fuck.
“Meechie has been my best friend for a long time. Her husband, Kei’sha’s dad, is my right-hand man.”
“Wait, you know Kei’sha?
“Kei’sha is my goddaughter.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I half-laughed. This was some dateline, soap opera-type shit.
“It’s true,” Metra interrupted.
“The life I live was never safe to have children of my own.
However, I have several godchildren. The Blanca’s, Williams, and Knights are all a part of one big family.”
“Who the fuck are the Knights? You know what? I could care less. All this isn’t bringing me any closer to finding my wife.”
“Bishop, I know this is overwhelming and not the right time. However, we will need to discuss your position in the family.”
“Position in the family?”
“Yes, you are the only heir to this family. I’m getting old, so you will need to step up and take over. You will now be the leader of the Blanca family.”
“I just want my wife; all this other shit will have to wait. Find my Kei’ then we will talk about this other shit.”
A nigga just wanted his wife not to be Tony fucking Soprano.
Damn!
Kei’sha
Eleven weeks, six days, and 23 hours that’s how long I’ve been here. I’ve been beaten, raped, and verbally abused. Men come and do what they please to me. Mentally I checked out weeks ago. The only thing keeping me alive is the thought of being reunited with Bishop. I wake up to Eric beating me and go to sleep to random men lying on to
p of me.
“Get up bitch,” Eric said, kicking me on my side.
“Eric, please just fucking kill me and get this shit over with.”
“Did I tell you to fucking speak to me? Your ass wasn’t begging to die when you married that thug. I loved you, and you had the nerve to be with someone you met in jail? Now get up and fix yourself. We have company coming over, and you better play nice. This man is paying me a lot of money for your services, and you better not let me down. Now, go clean yourself up,” he ordered, kicking me one more time. Dragging myself out of this dirty-ass bed, I walked to the other side of the room, where Eric kept bottles of water on a broken table. There was a bathroom in this room; however, the chain on my ankle stopped me from getting to the shower. The furthest I can go is the toilet.
Every day, I thought of ways to kill Eric and the sick bastards that he invited to have their way with me. Looking at the mirror in the bathroom, tears ran down my face, my eyes were black and swollen, there was dried blood on my mouth, and bruises all over my face, neck, chest, and arms. This one guy liked to choke me with a belt while assaulting me until I blacked out then would piss on me to wake me up.
Taking the dirty wash rag, I put some water on it and tried my hardest to clean myself up. I still had my weave in from when I got married, so I tried to fix it as best as possible. My stay in this hell hole was coming to an end. Either I was killing my way out of here, or I was going die trying. One way or another, I was getting out of here; I can promise you that.
Tom was the white guy that Eric set up to meet me. I remember hearing Eric say his name during their conversation. I thought this would be the normal do weird shit to me encounter, but he didn’t touch me, just walked around me, sizing me up, then sat with Eric.
“I’ll give you $75k for her,” Tom said.
“What? She at least worth $150k.”
“She probably was until you started drugging and beating her. Look at her damn face, Eric. My girls are of high class, and my clients will not pay for some black junky. Clean her up, and I’ll be back in a week,” he demanded before getting up to leave.
“Shit!” Eric said, kicking a table. “Come here, Kei’sha, get your ass over here now.”
I slowly walked towards him, sitting on the small couch in the front room of this shack. He gripped my neck and pushed me down on the floor; unzipping his pants, he pulled his dick out and shoved it in my mouth, causing me to gag.
“Suck my dick right, you stupid bitch.”
“Fuck you, you sick son of a bitch,” I yelled after biting his damn dick. He doubled over in pain. I took this opportunity as my chance to get away. I ran to the door, trying to escape, only to find I was surrounded by water and no land in sight.
“You dumb bitch,” Eric laughed as he walked towards me. I darted to the side, and Eric fell out the door into the water. I ran to the back of the house and saw a small motorboat docked. Jumping in the boat, I tried to start it up. Before I could get it going, Eric was pulling me out of the boat by my hair.
“I should have killed you a long time ago, you stupid hoe. You will not mess this money up for me.”
“Fuck you, Eric, when my husband finds your bitch ass, you’re going wish you never were born, clown as weak nigga.”
“Your husband?” he laughed. “That half breed wanna be gangster forgot about you already. Do you think he’s looking for you? Get real. You were just his little plaything.”
“You wish that were the case. Trust me, that nigga coming, and you better have a fucking army on your side with your bitch ass.”
“You dumb hoe! We could have been good together, but you just had to marry that thug,” Eric shouted, banging me in my face. “Do you know all of what I went through to have you to myself? Kei’sha, I’ve been loving you since you moved to Baltimore. You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Eric, what the fuck are you talking about?” I questioned, holding my bloody lip.
“Kei’sha, I lived next door to you for two years, and you never paid me any attention. All you ever cared about was Nico. Another thug that was no good. I used to watch you give yourself to him every night. Did you know he was married? I had to get him out of the picture, so I killed him.”
“Oh my God! you killed Nico, why Eric?” I cried.
“I would do anything for you Kei’sha, you just never noticed me. I followed you to college. When you finally gave me a chance, I thought it was meant to be. But of course, you couldn’t love me right; you made me do this. This is all your fault, Kei’sha!” he said, pulling out a gun. “You see, Kei’sha, if I can’t have you to myself, I’m making a profit off your ass. Now before I kill your ass, get back in that room!”
Walking slowly back to my jail cell, Eric pistol-whipped me from behind.
“Since you wanna be so hard, Let’s see how you do a week without me. Teach you some damn respect,” he snapped while walking out the door and leaving me alone.
Six days later…
I sat in this shit hole for days with no clean water or food. I found crumbs of food on the floor to eat and would drink the water from the sink. It didn’t matter, though, because everything I ate came back out. Eric got me hooked on suboxone’s, but he didn't leave any here when he left six days ago. The first two days were the worst. I threw up extensively, so much that blood started to pour out of my mouth. Then I went through the chills, hallucinations, and weakness. With me going through withdrawals from the suboxone’s I was getting weaker with each passing day. This morning, like any other day, I woke up throwing up; rushing to the bathroom, I emptied what little bit of food was in my stomach.
“Aww, is the little hoe having a stomachache,” Eric said, walking into the room with food in his hands.
“Eric, please just let me die. Why are you doing all this?”
“Oh, shut up, here I brought you food, eat up. I’ll be back tonight. Tomorrow is show day.” He dumped all the food on the floor and walked out.
I was so hungry I didn’t care that the food was on this dirty floor. I crawled over to it and ate it all without stopping. With my stomach full, my mind was clear to think of another escape plan. I couldn’t keep waiting for someone to save me. I was going save my damn self or die trying.
Bishop
“Bishop, we found her. She’s being held in Matanzas; it’s right outside of Havana,” Metra said as she walked into my room with breakfast in her hand.
“Well, get me the fuck out of this hospital so I can go get my wife.”
“It’s going take us about a week before we’ll have everything set up.”
“A week! I’ve been in this bed for three fucking months, and y’all couldn’t have all these families and resources pull together to have shit set up? My wife could be fucking dead in a week!”
I was pissed. Here it is, I’m the heir to fucking crime royalty, and these mother fuckers can’t get me a fucking boat for another fucking week!
“We have to move strategically to ensure her safe return and that we don’t alert the authorities,” Metra added, standing next to my bed.
I started pulling shit out of my arm. “I’ll go get her, get me the fuck out of here.”
“Calm down, Binky.” Gisella stepped closer to my bed. She had been sitting in the chair next to me. Gisella was cool for real, my room got switched to a private room, and she had been staying with me every night.
“No disrespect Gisella, but I’m going to get my wife, and can you please stop calling me Binky? I’m a grown-ass man now. Somebody tell me about this nigga that took my wife. I know Kei told me she used to date a lame back in college, said he was on some stalker shit, but she never told me the nigga was bat shit crazy.”
“Honestly, you know more than I do. Until you, Kiwi never told me much about her relationships. When she was away in college, she never told me she was seeing anyone.
The only boy I ever know her to date was Nico, and that’s because he told me out of respect. I know nothing about this lunatic. L
ay or Tiff might know more,” Metra stated, sitting down at the edge of my bed.
“I need to holla at them.”
“I’ll get them on the phone. My husband is waiting for you. Once you are cleared to leave, you will meet him and go over some things. You’ll also meet Kei’sha’s brother. A few of the guys she grew up with will be going to Cuba with you. We have resources in Florida that will get you guys straight and help get you to Cuba undetected. My son Paul and Gisella have a strong team down in Florida.”
“Bet. Where’s my phone? I need to call Sin.”
“He’s right outside. He’s been here every day since you slipped into the comma. I’ll go get him.”
Sin walked in talking on his phone
“Nah, I’ll have him call you in a few,” Sin said, hanging up.
“Who dat?” I asked him.
“Kei’s cousin Lay, she’s on her way to your condo.”
“Yo, grab my shit. We out of here.”
“Mr. King,” my doctor said, walking into my room.
“That’s not his fucking name,” Gisella screamed, scaring all our asses.
“He’s a Blanca, and don’t fucking forget it,” she yelled, stomping out the room.
“Excuse her,” Metra said, looking a little embarrassed.
“I understand like I was saying, umm, Mr. Blanca, you had some serious injuries and internal bleeding. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to leave.”
“Don’t care. I’m out. Sin get my shit,” I stated, standing up.
“Please, Mr. King, I mean Mr. Blanca, if you are going to leave against my orders, let your body rest and don’t do anything strenuous for a couple of weeks. You’ll need to sign some paperwork before you leave.”
“Got it, doc, Sin, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Kei’sha
I made up my mind that tonight would be my last night locked in this hell hole. When that sick bastard comes back here, I’m taking his life. The later it got, the more determined I was to kill this piece of shit. I heard the door open, so I pretended to be asleep when he walked into the room.