LOGINMIA'S POV
"She is clearly lying, Kai," the woman said.
I shook my head. "I am not, please. I found him in a trash can on my street."
The woman scoffed.
"I didn't kidnap him. You heard what he said," I gestured at the dreadlock man. "I am just a cleaner. I don't work for anyone. I found him and saved him. I took care of him for weeks."
The boss stared at me silently.
"Please, you have got to believe me," I begged, hoping that he would believe me.
"Stop this nonsense, bitch." The woman spoke up. "Kai, don't listen to her,"
I opened my mouth to speak but....
"My nephew has been with you for weeks now. Why didn't you report to the damn police since you said you didn't kidnap him?" She asked.
"I did, I did," I blurted, moving my eyes to the boss who handed Jay Jay to the same man who held him previously.
"I did report to the police but they....they didn't take my report seriously. They thought I was his mother and I wanted to dump him on them"
She scoffed in disbelief.
"I am telling the truth, please!" I begged.
"Kai, you know people like her," the woman said to the boss as his eyes rested on me.
I shook my head.
"You know what they are capable of." She went on. "This might be one of your enemies' works. They make use of pathetic-looking girls like her....." She looked at me.
I shook my head. "No... please,"
"Just to hide their fucking schemes." She completed.
"That's not true," I whispered.
"Shut up!" She snapped at me.
I shuddered.
She returned her gaze to the boss.
"I am glad Jamal is back home. At least you will be calm now. But I suggest you get rid of the white bimbo at once."
My heart dropped.
"No, please,"
"She deserves to be butchered for taking Lil Kai,"
No, I didn't....
The boss snapped his fingers.
"Tyrell,"
"Yes boss"
"Chop her head off and burn her body."
My entire world stopped.
"As you said, boss," the dreadlock man said as the boss and the woman turned to leave and the men approached me.
"No....no, please."
Jay Jay's voice came through, taking my attention.
He is looking at me for the first time.
And happily.
"Jay Jay," I whispered.
He made happy sounds, smiling at me.
My heart melted as I continued staring at him.
He extended his tiny hands to me, making his toy fall out of his hand.
He began making a move to get off the arms of the man carrying him.
"What is wrong, Lil Kai?" The man asked.
Jay Jay was becoming cranky.
He wants me to carry him.
"What y'all waiting for?!" I heard the woman yell, making me look her way.
I realize she and the boss haven't left yet.
"Kill the bitch!"
My heart dropped again.
"No please, I beg you!"
Jay Jay's cries increased.
"Let me do it myself. Give me the damn machete," she ordered, taking a machete from the dreadlocked man.
I couldn't feel my heart anymore as she approached me with the machete.
She raised it the minute she got closer to me.
I closed my eyes and lowered my gaze, waiting to be butchered.
Oh God.
Dad, I am coming to join you.
I never thought it would be too soon.
I can't believe this is how I en....
"Stop, Imani," I heard the boss order.
I let out a breath, my heart pounding relentlessly.
Has he....has he changed his mind?
"Don't worry, Kai, I can do this." I heard her say.
"Give the machete back to Tyrell," he ordered.
Oh no.
He wants a man to do it instead.
I gulped, my eyes still closed as I waited.
"Fine. Tyrell, here. Chop the bitch's head off right now." I heard her say.
God, how wicked is she?
"Unchain her," the boss ordered.
I froze.
"What? Kai,"
"Do as I say, Tyrell," he ordered again, making me open my eyes.
He is looking at me.
I moved my gaze to the woman. She is looking at the boss quizzically.
The men began unchaining me, attracting my attention.
"Kai, what is this...."
"Caleb," the boss called, ignoring her.
"Yes, boss," the man with Jay Jay answered as I got on my feet and held my wrist, staring at it and rubbing it gently.
"Give her Lil Kai," the boss ordered, making me freeze.
"Kai, what are you doing?" The woman asked as the man walked towards me with Jay Jay.
Jay Jay was fast and impatient to reach for me before I could even carry him.
He smiled at me, melting my heart. I couldn't help but smile at him as he began playing with my hair as always, making his baby talk.
I reached for his cheek, making him make his cranky sound.
"Sorry," I let out a chuckle as he continues playing with my hair.
Wait. My hair is wet.
Oh no.
I looked up from him.
I caught everyone looking at me.
Oh gosh.
I can't believe I forgot about them for a moment.
"Um...he um....he likes playing with my hair."
They all kept staring without saying a word.
I don't know why I told them that.
"My...my hair is wet. I am wet. He will catch a cold." I stuttered.
The woman scoffed.
"Caleb," the boss called, making me look at him.
"Yes, boss?"
"Bring her and Lil Kai to my office,"
"What the....."
"Right now, Caleb," he ordered, walking past the woman and heading towards the door.
BIG KAI'S POV "You said you didn't kidnap my son, am I right?" I asked, hitting the bottom of my cigar on a glass plate. "Yes, sir," "You found him where?" I asked without looking at her. "In....in the dumpster," she stuttered. The fucking dumpster. I scoffed. Fucking shit. I am still going to deal with the motherfucker that placed my fucking kid in a fucking dumpster. How dare they? The motherfucker is still out there and I am going to get him. I put down my cigar and got on my feet.I walked around the table, putting my hands into my pockets and I walked towards the white girl. Her trembling increased as she took shaky steps back while I approached her. I stood in front of her, noticing her five feet three compared to my six feet seven. Tiny white bitch. Another reason she could be telling the truth. Fucking tiny and weak. Her gaze rested everywhere but on me as she held onto Lil Kai tightly. "Bitch, you tryna squeeze my kid to death?!" She flinched, looking up at
BIG KAI'S POV "Kai, what are you doing?" Imani asked, following me behind as I walked along the hallway, heading to my office. "Why did you have Jamal given to that white bimbo?" I took out my phone from my pocket, ignoring her as I unlocked my phone and began typing a text to Reeko. "Kai, I am talking to you," she almost scolded, her heels clicking as she tried to keep up with my strides. "Why aren't you answering me?" "I got nothing to say to you," I said, sending the text to Reeko. She scoffed. "What you are doing is pointless." I got to my door and entered my office. Her clicking heels followed me behind as I walked towards my huge desk and sat on my black office chair. I let out a tiny breath, feeling relaxed as always on my comfy seat as I sensed Imani resting her hands on my desk. I looked at her. "That white tramp has to die, Kai. Give the orders and it will be done right away." I lowered my eyes on the part of my drawer and drew it out. I picked up a cigar from t
MIA'S POV "She is clearly lying, Kai," the woman said. I shook my head. "I am not, please. I found him in a trash can on my street." The woman scoffed. "I didn't kidnap him. You heard what he said," I gestured at the dreadlock man. "I am just a cleaner. I don't work for anyone. I found him and saved him. I took care of him for weeks." The boss stared at me silently. "Please, you have got to believe me," I begged, hoping that he would believe me. "Stop this nonsense, bitch." The woman spoke up. "Kai, don't listen to her," I opened my mouth to speak but...."My nephew has been with you for weeks now. Why didn't you report to the damn police since you said you didn't kidnap him?" She asked. "I did, I did," I blurted, moving my eyes to the boss who handed Jay Jay to the same man who held him previously. "I did report to the police but they....they didn't take my report seriously. They thought I was his mother and I wanted to dump him on them" She scoffed in disbelief."I am te
MIA'S POVWha.... 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 J
MIA’S POV "I believe you have good ears, Ms. Jefferson. Go back and come back later. What is wrong with you?"Officer Kate's words cut through me again—this same lecture, for nearly a month straight."But I've been coming here for weeks! You haven't looked into my case. Jay Jay needs to go back to his real family. I can't feed him anymore!" I pleaded, tugging the baby wrap carrier around me. Jay Jay wiggled inside, his tiny hands playing with my hair.Kate chewed gum, eyes glued to her phone. "Because I know your type. Girls like you always dump your problems on others.""What the...?""You need to take responsibility. The police weren't there when you—""My boyfriend is white," I interrupted, disbelief heavy in my voice.She raised an eyebrow. "Never been with a black boy before?"I scoffed. "Exactly.""Please," I begged, almost crying. "Jay Jay can't stay with me. I've spent all my savings. He'll starve. You have to do something!"Kate lazily pushed a paper toward me. "Write a stat
BIG KAIWEEKS LATER…“The land is well over a hundred acres. Plenty for whatever project you have in mind,” Jordan said, pointing at the projected images on the screen.I sat at the head of the meeting table, my gaze flicking between the projector and Mr. Smith, a middle-aged white man in a crisp blue suit seated next to me.“I’m planning an amusement park,” he said.“High scale or low scale?” Imani asked, sitting to my left, glasses perched on her nose, her professional tone sharp.“High scale. Hotel, event center—the works.”“You’ve got the perfect acreage then,” Imani said with a nod.I nodded at Mr. Smith, eyes still scanning the images.Jordan continued, but my attention was pulled to my phone. Reeko had sent pictures of some battered white men—men bold enough to try exploiting a family in the hood. One of them was a minister.A text followed: “OG, these motherfuckers trippin’. Almost sold their land in the hood.”I typed back: “On my way.”“Mr. Kincaid?” Mr. Smith’s voice brough







