Dirty Work: Part 1

“I’ve been busy, nigga.”

“Yeah, we know, but check this, I ain’t asking.” He thrust the gun into her side. “We gonna go for a walk and talk, ma, or you know me, bitch—I’ll blow your side out right now and won’t give a fuck.” He pushed her forward, toward the van.

Jessica frowned. She knew he was serious. She had no choice but to go with him. “Did that fuckin’ bitch put you up to this?”

Devon didn’t answer.

“Kip was her man, not mine.”

Their conflict wasn’t Devon’s concern

. He was doing what he was told. But he was furious too that she had been fucking around with Maserati Meek. He felt that she needed to die because of that alone. He continued to coerce her at gunpoint toward the minivan. The side door slid open, and he forcibly pushed her onto the back and closed the door.

Jessica scowled when she saw Kid in the front seat. “Kid, what the fuck is wrong with you, homes? Huh, muthafucka? You lost your mind? This is kidnapping. You think my peoples ain’t gonna be lookin’ for me?”

“We just need to talk,” he said coolly.

“Cabrón, we don’t have shit to talk about!”

Kid answered, “Yes, we do.”

Devon climbed behind the wheel and drove off.

Jessica shouted and cursed at them. She still felt this had something to do with Eshon, but she had no idea.

Thirty-Six

Parked in the parking lot of the Extended Stay hotel, Devon got out of the minivan and opened the side door. He dragged Jessica out of the car. She tried to resist, but a gun in her face made her realize it was wise to do what he said. She stood with Devon’s gun painfully in her side.

She looked around and found that she was in unfamiliar territory. The hour was late, the place quiet, and it was in the cut.

Kid was still in the front seat. The passenger door opened.

Devon grinned. Jessica had no idea she was about to witness a miracle take place.

Kid turned, and he took his time stepping out of the van, subsequently walking her way with a smirk on his face.

Jessica looked like she had seen a ghost, her mouth gaped open, her eyes wide with bewilderment. “You can walk?”

“I can do a lot of things, sweetheart. Just wait and see.”

Consumed by fear, Jessica was about to lose control of her own legs.

Devon grabbed her arm tightly and led her to the hotel, guided her into the room on the first floor. Inside looked like an all-in-one armory and electronic store, with guns everywhere, along with computers, cameras, and surveillance equipment.

“Devon, leave me alone with her for a moment,” Kid said.

Devon nodded. He stepped out of the room and closed the door.

“How are you walking?” Jessica asked.

“I’m a miracle. You don’t believe in miracles?”

She barked out, “Why am I here?”

“Like I said, to talk. But first things first.”

“What?”