Page 47 of Welcome to the Table

I hung my head because this nigga was doing too fucking much.

The female looked up, and our eyes met. My heart dropped.

I couldn’t explain it, but she was fucking beautiful.

Her eyes looked to be blue. Her naturally curly blond hair was in a messy bun, and she looked scared.

She couldn’t scream. Her hands were handcuffed behind her as Hellcat dragged her toward the table.

He was moving so fast that she couldn’t keep up.

She looked like she had been to the club.

She had on a sky-blue dress that barely covered her thick body. This woman had me in awe.

“How the fuck did you find my sister?!” Frenchy stood from his seat, and I followed.

“The same way yo’ paw found a way to call my father.

I always thought this shit was a fucking setup because we are protected.

You asked about my fucking sister, so I made sure we had yours.

The only difference is, you will never have mine, nigga.

Isn’t this shit amazing?” Hellcat laughed, and I knew this nigga had lost his mind.

I didn’t do kidnapping. He pulled her to my side, grabbed an extra chair, and sat her in it. Her body trembled in fear, but I wasn’t there to hurt her. Shit, I didn’t know why the fuck she was even here.

“Fair exchange no robberies, nigga. Now sign the contract,” hellcat said, and Frenchy hurried to sign it.

“And don’t worry. If she acts right, then she keeps her life because she is going with a fucking monster.”

Hellcat looked at me, and I knew what the fuck that meant. I kept my face straight. I was taught not to show emotion. That shit got me hurt, hence Klarity.

Mancini was itching to pull his gun. I noticed it and had to stop that shit quick, or everybody was gon’ die in this bitch.

“Don’t try it. You want a seat, right? You gotta earn that shit, and this is one of the stipulations. She’s in good hands.”

I looked over at her and knew this shit was gon’ be hard as fuck. The tension in the room was thick, and I understood why. I reached up and poured myself a drink. I needed to take this shit slow because Hellcat was always doing stupid shit without telling me.

“If everything is done, and shit is signed, you are all dismissed. I’ll have my people get with your people for the next shipment, but if I find out that some flaky shit is going on behind my back, this pretty lady right here will pay with her life.

Business starts exactly a month from now.

If you got shit running through my clubs now, you have twenty-four hours to get that shit and get the fuck on,” I told them.

Before we could all stand, the elevator doors opened, and I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes.

In walked Jaci wearing a red skin-tight dress with red bottoms and a red The Black Guerrilla vest like she had just stepped off the runway.

Her hair was pulled off her face and put back in a sleek ponytail.

She had a plastic bag in her hand, but I couldn’t make out what the fuck it was.

How the fuck did she know we would be here?

She walked over to where Mancini sat, stood beside him, and set the bag in front of him.

When he noticed what it was, he turned to the opposite side and vomited all over the floor. I took a closer look and shook my head.

“I heard y’all were looking for their sister, so here I am, and here is your fucking brother. Well, what’s left of him,” she said and walked back to the elevator, got back on, and pressed the button.

Before the door could close, I heard, “Bitch,” and all guns were raised in her direction with red beams all over her body.

We stood with guns raised, and Hellcat grabbed Frenchy again with his knife to his neck. My lil niggas came from behind Jaci with guns damn near bigger than their bodies aimed at the op.

“Nah, nigga, that ain’t the fucking move. Blackk, you good?” Risky asked me as he and his brothers moved quickly, surrounding the Point Dawgs.

They were outnumbered, but this shit was too much. Hellcat had some explaining to do, and Jaci did too. She stepped off the elevator. I put my gun down and straightened my jacket. My niggas had automatic machine guns, so I knew with one false move, they would be rabbit meat.

“Move the fuck around,” Risky told them, and they began to move.

They walked them to the elevator.

“Wait, you forgetting your brother,” Jaci said as she picked up the head and threw it to them.

They stepped on the elevator, and they all went down. I knew I didn’t have to worry about anything because my lil niggas were trained by the best.

I looked at Hellcat. “What the fuck have you done, nigga?” Then, my eyes went to the girl sitting in the chair with tears streaming down her face. “What’s her name?” I said aloud.

“Dakota, and she is going with you until whenever, so make room for her in that dungeon you call a house,” Hellcat said, and I shook my head.

I knew this shit was about to get worse before it would ever get better.