“Do like I fuckin’ asked, Adrian!” Jordan yelled angrily. Turning on his heels, he stalked over to Irene. She walked backward into the corner, fear evident on her face and throughout her shaking body. “Where the fuck could they have taken my daughter?”
“I-I don’t know!” she cried, holding her hands out before her as he aimed his gun at her head. “Our parents are dead, and all we have is our grandmother! They don’t tell me anything! Only that they wanted you gone!”
Pow!
“Jordan! I wanted to be the one to kill her,” I whined as I watched him shoot her in the head. “You took the fun away from me.”
“You just wanted that girl to watch you hunch on that nigga.” Dre frowned his face up. “What’s the move now that you’ve killed the broad?”
Walking over to the portable printer, I grabbed the papers and handed them to Jordan. “These are the names and addresses of the family they frequented and talk to the most. I say one of them could be where they are. I also have a database searching surveillance cameras for facial recognition in case they’re driving or at any ATMs.”
“Those broke bitches don’t have any money,” Skip stated as he eyed the papers. “That’s what this shit is all about.”
“That’s true, but I tracked Lew’s account, and he was wired half a million two days ago. I figured whoever sent him the money is helping him. Your baby mama is a deadbeat, and her man is a scrub. They don’t have the manpower or street smarts to do this on their own.”
As we stepped back into the night, I tilted my head back and allowed the cool breeze to calm my nerves. I was still a little sore from the impact, but I wouldn’t rest until Jordan had his daughter back.
“Hey, come here.” He pulled me from my thoughts as he wrapped me in his arms. “I want to apologize for how I spoke to you in there. It’s never my intention to handle you like that. Seeing you after you ghosted a nigga pissed me off. I thought youdecided this was too much and you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”
“I’m a Boudreaux, baby.” I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Technically, I was a Gourneau but fuck that nigga. “I don’t run from shit.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirked as he gripped a handful of my ass. “How about when you ran from this?—”
“Got dammit! Let her loose.” Dre gritted his teeth as he walked over and pried us apart. “I’ve told y’all assess I didn’t come here for this shit.” The fellas and I laughed at his aggression because he was absolutely serious. “Tell me what the fuck we’re about to do. Denim and Big Bri are expecting me for a tea party.”
“Go home, Dre.” Jordan reached out and dapped him up. “I’m about to get started on this list while Moneyand Adrian…” He side-eyed them, causing Wild to kiss his teeth. “Go shut my shit down and round them niggas up. We gonna bring them back here so they can kick shit with the dead bitch inside. They’ll be joining her soon.”
“You’re not going searching alone, nigga.” Wild stepped in front of his brother. “I will call Mama right now and tell her?—”
“He won’t be alone.” I stepped beside him, causing all eyes to fall on me. Waving my Beretta, I smirked. “I’ll be right there with him.”
With wide eyes, the guys looked at me as if I weren’t serious while Dre pulled out his phone. “Denim, baby, I need a rain check on the tea party.” He looked up and locked eyes with me before shifting them to Jordan. “Looks like I’m about to be on my reaper shit. Call Sweets and have her pray for me.”
“Aight, Noemi! Bring your ass on before you get left! We’ve wasted enough time, and I’m ready to fuckin’ go!”
Pursing my lips shut, I grabbed my ball cap and phone before leaving the bedroom. We came up short last night at one of the locations on our list, so tonight, I’m hoping we were luckier. Neither Lew nor Gia had called Skip about a ransom or their whereabouts, and we were all starting to worry.
“I’m here. Let’s go,” I called out once I walked into the living room. The frown on his face let me know he was irritated. “Dre is about to pull up.”
“Fuck it. You can wait on that nigga!” he said, snapping. He grabbed his keys from the end table, preparing to leave. “I don’t have time for this shit.”
Having had enough of his attitude, I threw my bag on the couch and stripped as I made my way over to him. I knew we didn’t have long, but he needed to calm down, and I had the remedy.
“Bring your ass here, Jordan.” I gripped his wrist as he reached the front door. “I’m about sick of your mean ass.”
“What the fuck do you expect for me to—” His words trailed once he locked in on my naked body. “Mi, what are you doing?”
Instead of answering, I dropped to my knees and brought his ball shorts and briefs down with me. Peering up at him, I stroked his dick steadily before placing him into my mouth.
“Fuckkk.” He hissed in a low whistle as he grabbed a fistful of my locs. “Baby…”
“Hmm,” I mumbled with a mouth full of dick. Pulling off, a trail of saliva followed as I continued to stroke him. “I just want to make you feel good, baby. If just for a second. Can I do that?”
Licking his bottom lip, he guided my mouth back onto his dick, and I knew I had my answer. Twirling my tongue around his mushroom head, I suctioned him into my mouth, causing his hips to jerk.
“You’re doing that shit so good, girl,” he moaned out as he rotated his hips and began fucking my mouth. Jerking my head back, he groaned sexily. “Open wider for me and play with that pussy, baby. I want to hear how much you love sucking this dick.”
I could feel myself leaking on the floor, so I dipped two fingers inside of me before using them to rub my clit. I was so turned on by his roughness that I knew I would reach my peak before he reached his.
