Money Make Me Come by Nicki B. & Rikenya Hunter

Author:Nicki B. & Rikenya Hunter [B., Nicki & Hunter, Rikenya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, United States, African American, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B00UGYCWT2
Publisher: Niyah Moore Presents
Published: 2015-03-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Titan

My Sister’s Keeper

The more days passed that Noel didn’t come home, the more I got on edge. Pops was an absolute wreck, taking a leave of absence from work to search the Chicago streets for her all day and night. I’d called and visited all her friends, but nobody had heard from her, or had any idea where she was. It wasn’t like Noel to be gone from home for more than a few hours, so I knew that whatever had happened was all bad.

For the first time in my life, I was scared of something – losing my sister. I didn’t know where she was, either, but I was certain of one thing. That slick motherfucker she’d been dating had everything to do with her being gone. I just knew he did. Now, I was on a mission to prove just that.

Before I knew it, it was six months later and my sister still hadn’t returned. My Pops was in a deep depression, staking out at the neighborhood Catholic Church every night lighting candles and saying prayers. I knew it was real because we weren’t no kind of Catholics. Hell, Pops hadn’t stepped foot in a church since Moms’ funeral until Noel disappeared. Pops felt if he prayed hard enough, God would bring my sister back to us, but it’d been long enough and I was tired of waiting for divine intervention. It was time for me to play God.

After searching and searching, I’d finally lucked up on a lead. I was right all along – that punk ass nigga took my sister. Apparently, his family was from Morocco, and he was going home to visit and attend the annual King’s Ball. Little did he know, I was going to be in attendance, too, waiting to beat the brakes off his monkey ass.

When we got off the plane, I watched him stroll to the baggage claim with the girl he’d been fucking with the entire flight. Figures. All that kept running through my mind was the whereabouts of my sister while he was out here taking international flights and sexing random bitches for sport. This nigga was straight ill.

He was safe for now. I needed him alive to lead me to my sister, so I was going to have to lie in the cut for a while. The best thing for me to do was to check into my hotel. I needed to eat, have a stiff drink, and nap. I needed to be well rested before I hit the streets tonight. Not even international gangsters were going to stop me from getting my sister back home where she belongs.

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I spent the first night doing recon work on the streets of Morocco, trying to find out where all the big hustlers, gangsters, and businessmen did their late night creeping. I might’ve been a foreigner, but sometimes that came with perks. American dollars carried a lot of weight in other countries, and I made sure to have pockets full on this trip.

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