In Love With a Street King 2 by Cherice Harris

Author:Cherice Harris [Harris, Cherice]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B015D4MYCY
Publisher: Jan'a Sullivan Presents
Published: 2015-09-13T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Malakai

We had been running the streets day in and day out for two weeks straight looking for Nana B. We had so many leads but at the same time, they weren’t getting us anywhere I was feeling bad for my brother, that nigga was taking shit real hard. Good thing he had Nicki by his side because without her, my nigga would have been checked out. She was a true rider, she was still recovering from her gunshot wounds all the while holding her man down.

I had just made it to the Newark to domy rounds as usual, a nigga was feeling good as hell. Sheniya fucked me every which way possible. She had the sex category down pact and I was the one who taught her everything she knew. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that she had my ass talking in tongues, who knew pregnant pussy could be so good? Shit, my baby had that shit poppin’ with her little belly and all.

I had just pulled up to the house on West Bigalow, where Leek was keeping Evette, when I got a call from Zay.

“Guess who just walked in Pathmark son?”

“You know I don’t play them guessing games my nigga, either you tell me or get off my line.” I went from 0 to 100 quick. Motherfuckers knew not to play that guessing game with me, especially with all this shit going on.

“Chill big homie, it’s MJ. That nigga looking all paranoid and shit,” he said talking low.

“Are you following him?” I asked.

“You already know.”

Aight bet, stay on him. I’m bout to call up the crew and Ibn.”

“Aight, one.”

I couldn’t believe this shit! I was hyped and pissed at the same time. I was hyped because having MJ meant we were one step closer to getting Nana B back, but pissed because obviously this nigga didn’t take me serious. His ass was in Newarkparading around like we weren’t looking for his ass. We knew for a fact that he had something to do with Nana B’s kidnapping because the car plates that we ran belonged to a Shayla Thomas, which turned out to be MJ’s mother. For some reason, I didn’t think she had anything to do with this bullshit. I expressed my concerns with Ibn and he agreed, I just had to sit down with Evette to see what her problem was with this situation.

Remembering the call I had just gotten from Zay, I called up Ibn to let him know what was going on.

“Yo what up bruh?” He said answering the phone.

“Zay at Pathmark and has eyes on the nigga MJ.

“Bruh, say word.”

“On Nana B son.”

“Say no more, where you at?”

“On my way to Pathmark, I’m coming down 15th street.

“I’m on Fabyan, come scoop me and Tate.”

“Aight.”

After I hung up with Ibn, I called Zay to tell him to call everybody else up, including Leek but to my surprise, he had already done it. Yes, my team was on point. Once I grabbed Ibn and Tate, we headed to Pathmark In the midst of driving Leek called and said they were all following MJ.

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