“Who the fuck is this?” He barked in a tone that I’d never heard from him. It made me jump, and he wasn’t even next to me.
“Uh, Sincere, this man has me. He said that you took something from him and he wants it back.”
“Kenedi, are you good, baby? Did they hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. He said he just wants his stuff back, and he’ll let me go. Please give him what he wants. I don’t want to get hurt,” I said, no longer being able to fight back tears.
“I’m on the way, okay? Everything is going to be okay. I just need you to be strong for me until I get there. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Okay, let me speak to him.”
“He wants to speak to you,” I said, holding the phone out. I wasn’t sure where the man was, so I assumed that he would grab the phone on his own.
He and Sincere spoke for a few minutes before agreeing on a meetup spot. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but from the conversation, I was going to be going with them. Now that I knew this had something to do with Sincere’s street shit, I was terrified. Secretly, it had been something I was afraid of from the moment he told me what he did outside of running the record label.
However, as pissed as I wanted to be at him and myself for getting into this situation, I couldn’t dwell on that at the moment. I would have to address that when I got out of this situation and back to safety. After a few more minutes, I was being thrown into another car and transported to what I assumed was the meetup location. After some adjusting, I could finally see who I was riding with. There were two younger guys in the front and a much older man riding next to me. Even though he said nothing, I assumed he was the one in charge.
As we pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse, I could easily see that we were walking into a trap. Either we were walking into a trap, or he had one set up for Sincere. However, I chose to believe that this man had gotten in way over his head and was going to pay the price for touching me. I didn’t have to see Sincere in the streets to understand how he moved in them. I knew how he moved when we were handling business, and I knew that same demon time mentality carried over into the streets, too.
“If all goes well, you’ll be sleeping in your bed tonight, and this will all seem like a bad dream. I can’t guarantee Sincere will be sleeping beside you, though. That niggas a little hardheaded and needs to be knocked off his high horse. Do you know I’m the one who taught that motherfucker the game? Huh? Then he’s going to tell me what I can and can’t do in the streets that I fucking built.Bastard!”
I wasn’t sure, but this shit with them seemed personal. I knew it was about the streets, but it seemed a lot deeper than just some territorial beef, or whatever the hell they liked to call it. He sounded hurt. As much as I wanted to ask more questions, I chose not to. My only concern at the moment was getting myself out of there. If Sincere wanted to have a conversation with him about whatever was going on with them, that was up to him.
“Alright, let’s go get what’s mine,” the man said, pulling me out of the car with him.
I think he noticed that the blindfold they put on me shifted, and as he went to adjust it, it sounded as though we stepped into the middle of a warzone. As I did my best to duck and find cover, I could only pray that what was going on was the result of Sincere coming to get me. For a moment, it felt as though I was being pulled in two different directions. But the moment I felt his touch, I knew it was Sincere. Shortly after realizing that it was him, I heard a pop loud as hell in my ear, and the other person pulling on me let go.
“I got you,” he said in my ear as he picked me up and carried me away from all the chaos that I was sure had to be going on around us.
Once we made it to the car, he sat me down and pulled the blindfold from my face. The moment our eyes locked, I broke down. The only thing that I kept thinking about was that this couldn’t be my real life. I was not just kidnapped because my fiancé was in the middle of a street war. This was the kind of shit that I read about in books or saw at the movies. It didn’t happen to regular people.People like me.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know, Sincere. This is too much to handle right now. I just want to get out of here,” I said, sliding further into the car and swinging my legs in so that he could shut the door for me.
I knew that we needed to have a conversation about everything, but now wasn’t the time for that. The only thing I wanted to do was get out of the dress I wore and lay down. My head still hurt from hitting the door, and I needed some rest. Once I was rested, then we could talk about everything that had happened.
“Are you okay? Kenedi, you gotta say something to me, baby. I just need to know that you're okay, so I can be okay.”
Sighing, I replied, “I’m fine. I just have a headache from my head hitting the door.”
“Okay, I’ll get you taken care of,” he said, speeding up a little. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I decided that I needed to get some rest. I couldn’t fight the heaviness that my eyes held.
Not long after, I felt my body lifted once again. This time, I didn’t tense up because I knew it was Sincere and that he was going to make sure that I was okay. I knew he felt horrible for everything, and I was doing my best not to blow up on him because of something that happened out of his control. When I agreed to be with him, knowing what he was into, I guessed that I also agreed to deal with the bad that came with that life. Now, however, things were different. I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever go through something like that again.
“Yeah, she needs to be checked out for a head injury,” I heard him say to someone I assumed was a nurse or someone working the front desk. I didn’t think going to the hospital was necessary, but hey, we were here, so why not get checked out just in case?
A couple of hours later, they’d run every test under the sun, and I was fine. They said a little Tylenol and Advil should do the trick, and I would be okay in a couple of days. Just like with everything else, they said that if the symptoms got worse, they wanted me to follow up with my primary or come back to the emergency room.
After checking out, we headed back to his place, and I could tell that now that we knew I was good, he wasn’t going to let me go to bed without us having a conversation. So, instead, I showered and sat in bed waiting for him to do the same and come out.
From where I sat on the bed, I could see him as he stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and my pussy began to react. This was not the time to be thinking about having sex, but Sincere just did something to me. Even though I was torn on whether or not I wanted to be upset with him, my body still craved him and wanted to feel him inside of me.
“Alright, you want to tell me what’s going through your mind now?” He asked, getting onto the bed and pulling my body into his.
“Nothing, honestly. At first, I thought this was some bullshit that had to do with either Logan’s or Ray’s ass, and I was hellbent on beating the shit out of them once I made it out of that. However, I quickly remembered that it couldn’t be either of them for obvious reasons. But then, whoever that man was, he made it clear that this had something to do with a street beef you had, and my anger turned on you. I know that’s not fair because I agreed to stay with you, but I never thought anything like this would happen.”