Page 35 of Soft On Her
“You’re welcome. He’s been blowing Deja’s phone up since Friday. He was just discharged from the hospital. They are sharing locations so we can track him easily. I currently have him pinging at the Four Seasons.”
“No, please!” Deja yelped, tears streaming down her face. “Henry doesn’t know any better. He just wanted to help me. I promise he doesn’t know who Sneaux is. Please, spare him, and I’ll do anything.”
“Oh, now you want to beg! He should’ve shot at your father and AC instead of Sneaux,” Levi waved her off. “Quinn, shoot his location to Juno. I’mma hit you in a minute.”
“On it,” Quinn ended the call.
“Sneaux and Milani. Pleeeeeeease,” she bawled, but we continued out of the room.
“Cameron, you can come out of the room since Deja’s not in there roaming freely. Ion have to worry about her harming herself.”
“Alright, when we let her out I’mma go in there and be super nice. Good cop bad cop type shit,” Terrel announced, rubbing his hands together once Cameron locked Deja in the room.
“Antonio and AC are pulling in now!” My father shouted from the office. I led Milani towards the office where my father was being examined while watching the security cameras.
“Unc, you and Milani are going to stay in the office. Your shoulder is already fucked up, and you’re still getting stitched up,” Terrel informed him.
I observed the exterior camera watching Antonio and AC arrive alone like they were instructed.
“I’ll be back,” I notified Milani before planting a kiss on her lips. She offered me a faint smile, and I placed my finger underneath her chin. “I already told you, nothing and nobody.”
“I know,” she nodded.
I exited the office, and Terrel pulled the reinforced steel door closed. Once we heard the click from the automatic locks, the three of us moved towards the center of the warehouse. I was positioned in the middle, Terrel on the left, and Levi on my right. Like the pompous asshole he was, AC entered the warehouse talking shit.
“First, we had a shipment go missing?—”
“Which you were compensated for,” I cut him off.
“And your shipping container reached its destination this morning. The driver had a medical emergency and was in the hospital. Sometimes shit happens,” Terrel added.
“Either way it goes, the shipment didn’t go smoothly,” AC rebutted.
“Forget the shipment, we have bigger issues. My daughter is missing, and the Black family is playing a role in breaching two arrangements at once. AC’s home security showed you three breaking into my son’s home and removing his fiancée from the property. What type of shit is that? Milani was promised to a male heir in my family. I’ve already emailed the contracts to your father. They are dated from May 2017. Years before the dementia diagnosis, so it’s a very valid agreement. Plus, we were working out the arrangement between Deja and Sneaux.”
I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips together. “Best we can do is offer to try to help AC find a new wife.”
“AC only has a few weeks before his birthday!” Antonio argued.
“That’s not our problem,” I shrugged.
“Where the fuck is your father? Why are you the mouthpiece for the Black family?”
Levi stepped forward, but I placed my hand on his chest to keep him at bay.
“Sneaux is the mouthpiece for this family, Grandpa. Unless you want me to knock your mouthpiece on the fucking floor, you better take some of that bass out of your voice,” Terrel snarled.
“Aye nigga, don’t—” AC started, but was cut off by the sound of the doors opening again.
Mikel entered the warehouse with his father, Mitchel, trailing behind him. “Where is my niece? You’ve been hiding her for all these years?” Mitchel fumed, storming across the space. “And just like the law says, ignorance is not a defense! My parents died wishing they could find their only granddaughter!You might not have known nine years ago when you first took on the job, but you eventually knew. The word went out to every family on the East Coast!”
“We operate on anonymity, and you know that. We couldn’t break that and ruin our reputation. False documents are our bread and butter,” Antonio argued, glancing over his shoulder, realizing he had multiple problems on his hands.
As Antonio turned around to face Mitchel and Mikel, AC didn’t move. His stare remained on me. Jaw set so tight a muscle ticked beneath his skin. His nostrils flared momentarily, like he had to steady his breathing just to stand in the same space with me. The hatred in his eyes was unmistakable. I couldn’t tell you if it was me disrespecting his home and taking Milani, or our last run-in, where I attacked his ribs, that was behind the hatred oozing off of AC. Either way, I pulled my gun out of my hoodie pocket and let two off in AC’s head in a matter of seconds. The room froze at the unexpected sound of gunshots, but Terrel was up on Antonio with his gun pressed against his head before he could shout his son’s name.
POW! POW!
Terrel sent two through the side of his forehead, and his body plopped down on the floor like a sack of potatoes.
