not to lose them.”
“You are not supposed to be following them, ma’am. We will take it from here.”
I lost it. “I am not fucking hanging up or stopping following until I see a police car. What if I lose them—”
“Ma’am. Please.”
“What if I lose them?”
“You are not supposed to be following them.”
“Fuck you!” I would die if I lost them. I had to keep up. I owed it to Bossman. He saved my life literally and to took me off of the streets. He was like a father to me. I could pull out my strap and shoot at them but what if they crashed? What if I fucked it up? It was a chance I had to take.
KAYLIN
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. There I was in the backseat with two guns on me, and Angel was back there in the trunk. I was kicking myself for not being strapped. Sometimes, I allowed this legit shit to take me off of my square. From listening and watching these lames, I thought their motive was robbery, but then I got the impression that they were going to kill me. But when the one named Herb was on the phone, I got the impression that he was talking to my brother, Kyron.
“Yo, it’s me, Herb. Yeah, I got him. We picked them up as they stepped into the garage. Yeah. I checked his waist. He didn’t have his hammer on him. His wife wouldn’t leave him. We had to bring her. Huh, I ain’t saying too much. Hello. Hello?”
“Nigga, he hung up on you because you was saying too much,” YMCMB cap said. His name was Knowledge.
My guess was that Kyron was mad because I checked him about raping Tasha and put him on blast in front of Mari, so now he was in retaliation mode. The nigga was officially crazy. I knew one thing for sure, I was taking a burner from one of these muthafuckas. I wasn’t going out without taking at least one of these niggas with me.
“So where we going? Let me speak to my brother right quick. Get him back on the phone,” I said to Herb, just to see if I could get him to confirm my hunch.
“Too late for that.”
“Why? I need to talk to him.”
“Shut up, fool!” Knowledge said.
Damn. So Kyron was gettin’ grimy with it. Then my thoughts went to Red back there in the trunk. “Y’all can do whatever with me, but I’ma need y’all to let my wife go. I know my brother didn’t say anything about my wife.” Nobody responded to me.
After we came off the GW going into Jersey, we took the exit that said The Ridgefields and drove for miles until we came up on a graveyard. I’ll be damned. We pulled into the graveyard and drove around a circle and made a left. The car came to a stop. Herb, who was in the front, got out of the car. The two goons in the back with me made me get out with my hands behind my head. I seized the opportunity and swung around, trying to grab a burner. Both of the fools pounced on me as if I had stolen something.
“Chill! Chill!” Herb barked. “Keep him alive, niggas!”
They laid me face down on the ground and tied my wrists behind my back. I felt helpless. I looked up, and when the trunk came open, Angel popped up, swinging a crow bar. The dude slammed the trunk on her head. She screamed out. I was hoping that they hadn’t killed my baby.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” He spat.
They dragged me over to a grave. “You see what this tombstone says? ‘Betrayal is worse than slaughter.’ Think about that, son.”
I looked close, and it damn sure said those words. My brother actually went through the trouble of getting a headstone made. They pushed me down into the already-dug hole. I fell headfirst into a wooden coffin. I groaned. It was fucked up for me both physically and mentally. My own brother wanted to bury me alive.
“Kaylin! Where are you? Kaylin! Kaylin!” I heard Angel yelling out. They finally brought her over to the hole that I was in, and she was kicking and screaming. The angry nigga was trying to throw her in, but she wasn’t having it. Finally, he succeeded, and she came crashing on top of me, damn near crushing my ribs. There we were, looking at each other face-to-face.
“Owww,” she screamed out in pain.
“Red, hurry