LOGINBIG 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 the pack and pushed the drawer back in.
"She kidnapped your kid and held him for weeks." Imani went on.
I put my cigar in my mouth and reached for my lighter on my desk. I moved the lighter to my cigar and lit it up.
I took a draw and let out smoke.
"She is a fucking abductor and you know it. Innocence doesn't exist if that is what you are viewing her as. We have to fucking kill her." she said, making me look at her.
Her brown eyes, filled with fury and hunger to do what she just said rested on me.
Once I give the word, she will be out of here within a millisecond and the blood she is craving will flow.
Not today, lil sis.
"Give the orders right away,"
"I have no orders to give," I said, moving my eyes to my computer.
She let out a scoff. "What do you mean you....."
A knock shut her up.
"Come in," I ordered without taking my eyes off my screen as I moved my fingers on my keyboard.
"She is here, boss," Caleb's voice followed the minute the door opened.
I looked towards the door, the white girl walked in nervously with a blue blanket wrapped around her wet body from her shoulders and she had Lil Kai in her arms who was still playing with her hair happily.
That's one thing I find strange.
Don't forget the way he reached for her and smiled at her like he knew her very well.
Like she is his mother or somethin'.
Looking at the white girl now, she doesn't look like a threat.
Still, that is not a guarantee.
It is people like her who go undercover.
Just because Lil Kai is fond of her doesn't mean she is truly innocent.
I am still waiting for Reeko's reply.
"Take Jamal from her, Caleb. This bitch needs to be dealt with." Imani ordered, making me move my eyes to Caleb who just stood there, staring at me and waiting for my orders.
"Are you deaf, Caleb?!" Imani yelled.
"Caleb," I called.
"Yes, boss?"
"Tell the maids to get a room ready with Lil Kai's crib in it."
"Yes, boss,"
Imani furrowed her brows at me.
I moved my eyes to the white girl.
She is staring at the floor like it is the most interesting thing ever. She might have Lil Kai in her hands but she is trembling and clinging to Lil Kai like he is her safe shield.
"What is your name again?" I asked.
She didn't respond.
I raised my brows.
"He asked you a question," Caleb said, making her look at him.
"Answer,"
She moved her gaze to me nervously.
I rested my eyes on her.
"What is your name?" I repeated, getting irritated.
"Mi....Mia Jefferson, sir." she stuttered.
"Mia, henceforth, you are Lil Kai's nanny."
She froze.
"What?" Imani blurted.
"You will be taking care of his needs, welfare, every goddamn thing," I said, staring at her sternly.
Her lips trembled, opening to say something but nothing was coming out.
Like I gave her a room to.
"Kai," Imani called. "Kai, what are you...."
"That is my decision, Imani." I retorted, shutting her up.
She stared at me with furrowed brows.
"You have no choice but to accept it."
Her face twitched.
I moved my eyes to the white girl.
She flicked her eyes at me and lowered her gaze instantly.
Lil Kai began saying his meaningless talks as he played with her hair happily.
He really likes her.
It is fucking obvious.
Well, he can keep her.
I don't care anymore if she is a spy or not. I am still investigating her though.
But right now, she works here.
"Kai, listen. This is ....."
"Get the room ready yourself, Imani." I retorted, throwing her a stern stare.
Her face twitched.
"Now,"
Her face fell into a frown. She let out a huff as she walked angrily towards the door. Caleb moved aside for her and walked out of my office, making sure she didn't slam my motherfucking door.
She knows damn well I hate that shit.
I returned my gaze to the white girl. She is still staring at the floor.
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







