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“Where the fuck have you been, Mi?” Jordan walked over and grabbed me by the collar of his hoodie, the same hoodie he dressed me in the night he snatched me from Chan’s. “You haven’t seen a nigga blowing up your phone?”

“I’ve been a little busy…” I gestured around the room with my gun in hand. “I was going to call you back when I got the chance, babe. Relax.”

Chuckling, he stepped back and nodded. Looking him over, I could tell he was still in pain.

His eyes were sunken in their sockets, and I knew he was exhausted.

Dressed in a black jogger set, his movements were sluggish.

I knew he had been worried sick about me and Gianna, but there were some things I needed to check out on my own.

“You want me to relax?” he asked as he walked back toward the other side of the room.

“You’ve been MIA for fuckin’ days, and you tell me to relax?

I have been out here searching for my fuckin’ daughter, and you've been doing what?” he shouted as he pointed to a whimpering Irene.

“Beating this bitch’s ass when you could’ve been with me! ”

“Aight, bro.” Dre stood from his stool and walked over to us. When he found out what had happened, he came to the hospital immediately. “You don’t have to holler at her like that.”

As I looked back and forth between the guys, I knew I had to diffuse the situation before it got ugly. Neither family did the back and forth, and both were liable to pop off at any given time with fists or guns. Once a slow grin spread across Jordan’s face, I knew he was about to say some fly shit.

“That one…” He pointed in my direction, “Belongs to me.” He stabbed himself in the chest as he stepped to Dre.

“I love this girl with every breath in my fuckin’ body, so if I want to curse her the fuck out about ghosting a nigga, I’m going to do just that.

Where the fuck was your fake-ass concern when y’all married her off to nigga that disrespected and treated her like a dog every time he walked out the house?

Where was the love when she had to cry herself to sleep because she thought she would never experience true and unconditional love?

That’s what she got with me. I know it—she knows it.

Stay the fuck out of my business when it comes to Noemi because that’s all me now.

Y’all have officially been released as her protectors. ”

Angling his head, Dre crossed his wrists at his waist with his Desert Eagle in hand. I tried to squeeze in between them, but Jordan moved me right back out of the way.

“You ready to die about her?” Dre spoke coolly. “Are you ready to lay down behind the love you claim you have for my sister?”

“Nah, I’m not laying down for a soul.” Jordan shrugged. My heart dropped at his words, but I said nothing. He matched Dre’s stance with his Glock already clutched. “You gone have to be a man and force me down because I’m forever standing ten toes about that one.”

Shifting on my feet, I clenched my thighs together at his words. Jordan held Skip’s glare, and he didn’t waver. It seemed as if they stood there for an eternity before Dre cracked a smile.

“I told Zoo a man who walks out the front door of another man’s home with his wife ain’t one to be fucked with.

” He slapped Jordan on the shoulder before walking over and dapping up Wild and their friend, Money.

“Y’all missed Noemi’s hands in action.” He nodded to Irene, who had her arms wrapped around herself, watching Jordan with sad eyes.

She had some nerve, looking at my man as if she were heartbroken.

“She beat that damn girl outta her shoes.” Looking down, a giggle slipped from my lips as I noticed her shoes on the other side of the room.

When I was discharged from the hospital, I was on the hunt to find out why Jordan had stashed her here after dragging her from the club a couple of weeks ago.

After finding out she was Gia’s boyfriend’s sister, I knew she knew more than what she must’ve told Jordan about her ugly-ass brother.

It was weighing me down that no one had found Gianna yet.

I had no choice but to use my brain, as I always did, to connect the dots that the men were missing.

Profiling his baby mama and those connected to her was my first task.

“You want to tell me what’s going on here, or are you going to keep me guessing?” Jordan leaned against the table and folded his arms. “I came here to press the bitch and then kill her. I have other shit I need to be doing, Mi.”

“You know… we’re going to speak about how you’re talking to me when I’m done but know that we both are working toward the same goal.” Rolling my eyes, I led him to the makeshift workstation I’d set up in the corner. “Let me show you what I’ve been up to.”

Walking past me, he hovered and stared before he took a seat.

I could see his pain sitting on his shoulders about this whole fiasco, but I could also see his love for me in his facial expressions once he saw it was me in the warehouse.

Gripping the front of my hoodie, he pulled me to him and dropped a kiss on my lips.

A gentle peck turned hot and heavy within seconds.

“Oh my gosh, Skip! Are you really going to do that in front of me?” Irene cried out. “You’ve had me here for weeks with nothing but crackers and water! I told you that I love you! I told you I was sorry about what my brother planned! Please… don’t do this to me!”

“As soon as I finish with you, I’m going to make you watch me fuck my man before I put a bullet in you, bitch,” I stated in a harsh tone between kisses as I pulled away from him. “Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.”

I watched as she peered at Jordan with pleading eyes. Unfortunately, he only had eyes for me. He was gripping my waist and nibbling on his bottom lip as he watched me watch her. I could feel his dick bricking up through his joggers, so I knew he was turned on by this side of me he’d yet to see.

“Skip, you’re my boy and all, but will you sit down and listen to whatever Noemi has to say so I can get back home to my wife?” Dre spoke in a disgusted tone. “I’m not about to sit here and watch you fantasize about fucking my cousin while ole girl cry about it in the corner.”

“Shut up, nigga.” Jordan gripped my ass before kissing my forehead. “Show Daddy what you found, baby.”

Hearing the guys groan, I blushed as Jordan pulled me onto his lap and sat back down.

Putting in the password to my laptop, multiple screens powered up on the walls.

The life of a hacker could be chaotic at times, and this was one of those times.

I didn’t have any of my many devices here with me, so I had to get Dre to make a special trip from Florida with some of my things.

“Being that Gianna was taken and you weren’t killed, I felt as if her mother had something to do with this,” I said as I typed, accessing my searched database.

“The screen shows her whereabouts two weeks before the shooting. She’s been staying at a house a couple of towns over under her cousin’s name.

I tapped into the satellites in the area, and she hasn’t been there since the day you said Lew approached you at the park.

” Switching screens, I brought up the one from the day of the shooting.

“This is from the day…” He stiffened, squeezing me tighter as he glowered at the screens.

“This is footage of the day Gianna was taken.”

Pressing play, we watched as his Escalade approached the red light.

From the right side of the screen, you could see where the red Tahoe rammed into the passenger side of the truck.

The masked men jumped out and began spraying the truck with no remorse.

If it weren’t for it being bulletproof, we all would have been dead.

After seeing him kill one of the men, we watched as Gianna screamed out for him to help her.

“Aight… cut it off,” he mumbled, and I could hear the emotion in his tone. “You said all that to say what, baby? I know what happened.”

“I wanted to show you this.” Logging into the city’s street camera system, I used the downloaded surveillance footage to show other angles.

He moved me to the side once the screen became clearer.

By now, Money and Wild were hovering over his shoulder, trying to see what I’d found.

“Although the windows were tinted, I was able to clear the image and identify who took Gianna.”

No sooner than the words left my mouth, the pixel cleared, and the driver, as well as the backseat passenger, came into view.

“I’m going to kill that bitch!” Jordan roared as he jumped from his seat. “She could have killed my fuckin’ daughter!”

Not only did the screen show Gia in the white van, but it also showed Lew as the driver of the Tahoe truck. Only one of the two shooters was able to get away that day, which meant Lew was probably down to his last foot soldier. Stepping to the screen, Money pointed before turning to address Jordan.

“Say, bro… I can bet that’s Snoop hopping into the backseat with Gianna.

Base is the one you took out, and you know those two are joined at the hip.

Not to mention, those are the ones I suspected of being rats on the teams. They’re the ones I told about the houses, and not even three days later… well, you know the rest.”

“Shut the houses down and round all them niggas up,” Jordan instructed Money. “I want all the houses cleaned and shut down. I want it done tonight.” He turned to his brother. “Go with him and help. I don’t trust anybody to help him with the shit but you.”

“Nah… I’m wherever you at,” Adrian shook his head and objected. “You think I’m about to have you out there by yourself? I know you, J. You’re about to be on some crash-out shit, and?—”