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MIA'S POV

Wha.... What does he mean kidnap?

Does he....

I didn't....

I didn't kidnap Jay....

He squeezed my chin tighter, adding to the stinging pain.

His strong hand could break my chin bone if he squeezed harder.

"Answer the damn question, white girl," his mixed breath of mint and cigarette hit my face, sending chills down my weak spine.

"Why did you kidnap my fucking kid?!"

I flinched.

"I.... I didn't kidnap Jay Jay,"

He furrowed his brows as his grip on my chin loosened.

"That's her name for Lil Kai," the dreadlock man said, making the man in front of me scoff.

My heart pounded as I stared at him.

He released my chin and stood up straight. His enormous height felt like a tower as he put his two hands into his pockets.

God, what are they going to do to me?

What is he going to do to me?

Why does he think I kidnapped Jay Jay?

And he just called Jay Jay his kid.

Could he......could he be Jay Jay's father?

His...his eyes look like Jay Jay's

Oh God.

I looked towards Jay Jay. He is dressed in different attire other than the one I got for him. I don't know how long I was knocked out but he looks taken care of.

They haven't hurt him yet.

This man in front of me might really be his father.

"Listen, White girl," the man spoke up. His accent and his deep voice make me want to scream out for help. "I'mma ask you this one last time."

I gulped.

"Why the hell did you kidnap my son?"

I shook my head. "I didn't kidnap him. I found him in a.... "

He snapped his fingers instantly at his men, shutting me up.

Next, one of the men walked towards with a black material in his hand.

My heart sank into my belly.

"I didn't kidnap him. I sw...." The man covered my face with the material and next, loads of cold water hit my face, making my entire body stiffen.

I couldn't even scream.

I gasped for air, feeling suffocated as the water kept hitting my face nonstop.

The coldness squeezed my skin and the chains holding my hands felt like demons.

I want to hug and secure myself from the inhumane cold.

I can't breathe!

"St....Urr.... Stop!...." I gasped for more air as the water kept hitting my face.

"Please!!"

The water stopped and the material was whipped out of my face.

I let out a gasp, coughing uncontrollably as I shuddered.

"From the look of things," the man spoke up. "You are too much of a weak white girl to work alone. So tell me..."

I let out more coughs, staring at the wet floor that keeps taking more water from my dripping wet body as tears rolled down my face.

"Who do you work for?"

I didn't respond, shivering relentlessly.

"Who do you fucking work for?!"

My hair was gripped hard by a strong hand, forcing me to look at the boss.

He is seated now with his legs crossed and he has a big brown cigar in his hand.

Jay Jay's voice caught my attention.

He is playing with a tiny toy in his hands.

Despite this, I am glad he is okay.

My little friend.

SMACK!

I got a stinging hard slap on my face by one of the men, making me whimper.

"Answer the question, bitch." The dreadlock man ordered.

More tears flowed.

I need to speak before they do something worse to me.

"I....I don't....I don't work for anyone. I didn't kidnap him....I.....I swear,"

I heard clicking heels approaching, but I got another stinging slap from the dreadlock man.

I let out a scream, taking in the pain as I stared at the wet floor.

"She is the kidnapper?" I heard a female voice ask.

"I am as intrigued as you are, Imani." I heard the boss say.

They continue talking but I am dying from the pain on my cheeks and the cold from my dripping wet body to listen to them.

Next, clicking heels approached me.

The snapping of fingers led to my hair being grabbed back again and I was forced to look at an elegant slender black woman in low-cut.

She is tall, darker than the boss but also has flawless skin.

She stared at me with a lot of anger.  Even more than the boss who claimed to be Jay Jay's father.

Her dark eyes roamed over me from head down before returning to my eyes.

"What is your name?" She asked.

I opened my trembling mouth to speak but.....

"Mia Jefferson," the dreadlock man said, making me furrow my brows.

"A cleaner in a mall and lives in one of 'em poorest neighborhoods in New York."

How did he.....how did he know that?

How did he know that much about me?

Who are they?

"Mia Jefferson," she called, staring at me. "How did you get hold of my nephew?"

I furrowed my brows a bit.

She is talking about Jay Jay.

She quirked her brows at me.

"I didn't kidnap him, I swear!" I defended, sniffling. "I found him in a dumpster."

Her face twitched.

"Someone dumped him in there," I added.

"The fuck?" I heard the boss ask.

"I actually saved him. He was left there with no good clothes on. Just his onesie." I cried.

She stared at me with a frown.

"The night was cold and the streets were lonely and dangerous," I continued, sensing the boss approaching me with Jay Jay in his arms.

I gulped slightly.

"If I had left him there, he would have died of cold. Or taken by the dangers of the street." I sniffled, moving my eyes to the boss who stood next to the woman.

Her frown dropped a bit as she noticed the boss next to her.

I rested my eyes on Jay Jay. He is playing with the little toy in his tiny hands.

My heart clenched and melted at the same time as I thought of how happy I was having him with me those few weeks.

"You found my son where?" The boss asked, claiming my attention.