Page 22 of On Everything

Hov

After Ciara walked into her building, I locked my car door and started down the sidewalk to follow this nigga I saw walking fast as hell in a black and red hoodie.

The reason he caught my attention is because the footage from my door cam showed a nigga in that same jacket running in with one other nigga to snatch up Cashmier.

I knew if I found one of them, then I would have leverage on the whole operation.

This nigga was going to sing like Luther Vandross when I put that steal to his neck.

I crept up behind him, walking as quickly as I could without being seen so that he couldn’t run. When I was in arms reach, I grabbed his ass and chunked him into the brick wall next to the cleaners.

“So, you got balls big enough to fuck with a nigga like me huh.”

He put his hands up in the air like I was arresting his ass. I had him in such a tight grip that he was melting into the concrete.

“Where the fuck is Cashmier?”

“Where is who?”

“Cashmier nigga? You rocking that same fuckin jacket one of them niggas who came up in my shit had on. Where the fuck is she?”

“I don’t know bro, I swear to God I don’t know. This jacket I have on is a Truman High School basketball jacket. Plenty of niggas have this jacket.”

The little nigga was shaking in his shoes as I held him up by his collar.

He looked so scared that I’m sure he would’ve given her location up by now if he actually knew.

One thing I’ve learned since snatching niggas up is how to tell when a man is lying.

A nigga who is lying can’t hide it in their eyes.

Because I speak to souls, I could always tell.

“Get the fuck out of here lil nigga.”

I let him go and he ran so fast, he hit the corner before I could blink twice.

I balled my fist up and hit the glass I was standing near and walking back towards my car. The entire way down the sidewalk I was parting the sea of people who saw me coming their way. If they knew like I knew, they would get the fuck out of my way, because this cat and mouse shit got me on edge.

I don’t know Cashmier’s location, but I know, all they wanted from this is money and killing her wouldn’t earn them anything, so I wasn’t worried about that.

If they wanted her dead, they would’ve left her pretty ass leaking in my apartment without asking for a ransom.

Now, it was just a waiting game because I know they trying to figure out how and when to do the exchange.

They should’ve pulled this shit with her daddy and not a cold blooded nigga like me.

Either that or had an offshore account I could’ve wired the shit too.

Dumb ass niggas didn’t think shit through.

That’s why I know I will catch whoever this is when it’s all over and I promise to kill them with my bare fuckin hands for taking from me.

Cashmier has already spent a few hundred thousand dollars of my money over the past year.

This was just something else attached to her that made her ass expensive.

Now if it were Ciara, I would’ve offered them niggas an extra couple hundred thousand just to get her back faster.

That’s because I want Ciara apart of my future.

I can see myself being with someone so green, so down to earth, and someone who is willing to listen and change.

I just had the gun in baby hand while she was shaking at first and then she toughened up and started firing that muthafucka like she needed too.

That’s the type of bitch I need in my corner.

I climbed into my car, turned on the engine, and then an incoming call popped up on the dashboard. I saw it was a private call which is most likely them niggas that got Cashmier.

I hated to answer this shit, but I pushed accept on the call because I knew I had to play their game as much as I didn’t want to. Only I need to play a game of my own this time. See where the fuck their minds are at.”

“Yeah.”

“Five hundred thousand dollars needs to be dropped off at Townesday shopping center. There is a trash can behind it that sits down the alley way. Drop the money off there by yourself and then once we get it, we will tell you where she is.”

“First off, don’t call demanding shit from me like I work for you. I don’t take demands. I give em.”

“Am I supposed to ask you for the money nigga? We have your girl.”

“Who gives a fuck.”

“Oh, so you don’t care about your girl?”

“I do, but they didn’t stop making pussy when she opened her legs for me.”

From the brief pause I could tell that I had caught them off guard now.

“So, you want your girl’s blood on your hands?”

I chuckled. This was a young nigga on the phone, and I could tell from his voice.

He was trying to sound hard, and make his voice deep I guess to intimidate me.

I couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of a young nigga trying to charge me up for shit.

This is letting me know I need to really tighten up ship.

Niggas knowing where I live is mistake number one.

“Ain’t shit funny Hov. Your bitch will be dead if you keep taking this as a joke.”

“Who the fuck are you anyway? A lil nigga? A nigga who don’t know I’ll kill you over the course of a week just to watch you suffer? I’m not just a murderer; I’m a fuckin’ animal. I’m sure you’ve heard that though.”

The kidnaper paused for a minute, and I could tell just that quickly fear and reality set in on them. There was a discussion happening now in the background and I couldn’t hear they asses, but I knew I had them shook.

“Yeah, hello, Hov?”

“I’m here lil nigga.”

“Look we need you to just take the money where we need you too and your bitch will be back home safe tonight. Your bitch and your baby.”

“My who?”

“Your girl and your baby.”

“What fuckin baby? I don’t have any kids and Cashmier is not pregnant.”

“Yes, she is. She told us when we snatched her, hoping for some sympathy, but we don’t have any. So, if you want to see the baby then you will do what we asked. Drop the money off at 1:00am tonight so you can raise your punk ass child.”

They hung up the phone.

I sat the phone in my passenger seat, and for the next few blocks I rode in silence thinking to myself about the shit they just laid on me.

Cashmier pregnant? How, that girl took her birth control pills like vitamins.

This was an ongoing issue with us so why would she be pregnant and not tell me?

Unless she had been trying to keep it a secret.

Cashmier always loved big moments, and big announcements so it could very much be true.

A baby though. That unfortunately changes everything about them snatching her up, and they know it which is why they mentioned it.

Now, I’m forced to do what them niggas asked, or I will never forgive myself if my kid gets killed in the process of all this shit. My first kid at that. My legacy.

After getting off the line with them niggas I knew what I had to do, and I called Crew and Vincent for some back up on the drop off.

Taking the money to them and getting shot in the head when the bag touches the concrete can’t be in the plan.

I know Crew and Vincent would be ready to shoot at need be for the sake of me, so they were the first niggas I thought to call.

I would do the same in return for them niggas because my loyalty is bought only with loyalty.

Once me and my niggas got together, we loaded up the money in Crew’s car and then went to the exact location the kidnappers told us to go too.

The car was silent the entire ride, and the only noise inside was the popping of the gum Crew’s ass was chewing on.

Shit was irritating as hell but I know that’s how he keeps his cool, so I ignored it.

The music was humming so low that the engine of Crew’s Track hawk jeep was much louder than the beat. I watched crew out the side of my eye because I know he just can’t believe I’m paying five hundred grand out of the money he helped me make for a bitch.

Crew has money too, but he didn’t have as much money as I do.

Despite Crew being in the drug game now, he came in late due to going to Bayou to play basketball for a few years.

The nigga was doing good away from the hood and the bullshit until he brought the hood to school, smoking weed, and drinking and partying just like his drunk uncles on the block.

When he got kicked off the team, he came to me for a position in the game and I gave it to him.

Now he is second in command with my organization, and he treats it just as if it were his baby too.

I like to think had he made it to the league he would’ve been employing me as his manager or some shit. Now he’s mine managing the streets.

“Alright, here is the spot my boy. You sure you ready to give up that half a mill for your hoe?”

I looked over at that nigga and right away he knew that he was out of line.

“My bad bruh, I get it. You said she pregnant with your baby, but.”

“But nothing. The money is a loss and that’s just how I’m looking at it.”

“I understand you bruh. Trust me I do. I would probably do the same thing if one of my five or six casual fucks got pregnant. I get you; it’s just, man. Five hundred thousand. That kid better not ever talk back to you.” He shook his head while staying vigilant to our surroundings.

“Pop the trunk nigga.”

I hopped out of the car in this stank ass alleyway to grab the two duffle bags of money.

I couldn’t help but grunt because these bags were just as heavy as the weights I lifted at my gym.

I need to start working out with bags of money so I can really choke a muthafucka to death.

I know having a kid, is about to make me even more uptight about how shit ran around me.

No more hiring people because they family or because we cool.

I want nothing but trained assassins around me and my family because someone takes my child and the entire New York City will feel it. Every inch of it.

I tossed the bags on the side of the trash can and then took my dick out my pants to piss over the money since I had to piss anyway.

I pulled out my phone and then called the number I was instructed too to tell them about the drop.

“Hello?”

“It’s there. Now drop her off.”

“We will as soon as the money is in our hand. Leave the area completely and we will pick it up.”

“Yeah, alright.”

I hung up the phone. I instructed Crew to drive off far enough to let them get the money from where I left it. About five minutes of me being nervous as a muthafucka went by before they confirmed they had it and sent me a text message saying she was behind the abandon church on Brunken street.

Once given the okay to get Cashmier, we raced over to the area where they said she would be. At first, I felt played, pulling into the parking lot and not seeing anyone around, then I saw the reflection of her glossed over eyes laying on the concrete with grey duct tape on her mouth.

I jumped out of the car before Crew put it in park.

“Cash, you good. You alright?”

I asked her and she was so choked up; she just wrapped her arms around my neck.

I picked her up from the ground and carried her to the car where Crew had the door open waiting for me.

He wasn’t the craziest about Cash but even he looked like he felt sorry for her.

This shit is about to for sure cause a war.

“You alright? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

I looked over her body as we sped through the streets.

“No, they didn’t hurt me. It was just so scary. So fuckin scary baby. I didn’t know where I was. I wasn’t sure if they would let you come get me.”

“I was always going to get you even if they didn’t let me. Why didn’t you tell me that you are pregnant Cash? I would’ve kept a better watch on you had I known that shit. I thought you were on birth control because you didn’t want any kids.”

“I started to feel the opposite a couple of months back and stopped taking my birth control without telling you. I found out I was pregnant on my birthday because I suspected it and didn’t want to get drunk if I was with child.

I took the pregnancy test, it came back positive, but you didn't come back home all day. Then once you did, I honestly didn’t think you cared. ”

“Of course I care. It’s my kid. Why wouldn’t I care?”

“But do you care about me?”

“Yeah, I care about you Cashmier. Now, just sit back and relax yourself. You been through enough.”

She laid her head on my shoulder and the car went silent as the doubts started talking loud as hell in my head.

But, no matter how I felt about her individually, she was the most important person in the world to me now with the baby inside of her.

My plans of kicking her ass to the curve had to sit idle for a minute.

Me and Cashmier still not getting married or no shit, but I can’t hurt the woman who is carrying my seed.

That’s just making this shit harder than it has to be.