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MIA'S POV“I'm sorry, Mia. We have to let you go."I blinked at Mr. James, unsure if I heard correctly. "Le... let me go?""Yes. We have no use for you anymore."My stomach dropped. "Did I do something wrong?"He sighed, leaning back casually. "Not really. We just feel we have more than enough cleaning staff.""In this huge mall?" I whispered."Six cleaners is too many."My palms burned with sweat, tears pushing forward. This couldn't be happening. Not now."But it's a big mall. You even need more—""You can't tell us how to run this place," he snapped. "We decided to let one person go, and it's you."My heart squeezed painfully. "Please, Mr. James—this is the only job—""That will be all."I froze. "Leave my office," he added coldly, eyes glued to his laptop.I stood, numb, hoping he'd change his mind, but he didn't even look up. I stepped out and shut the door behind me, tears spilling immediately.Where was I going to go now? How would I even begin job hunting again?I forced mysel

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MIA'S POVHe stood in the doorway—mid-forties, bearded, simple clothes, eyes dull but dangerous. The moment his gaze locked on me, my stomach twisted.“Dad, look at what Mia got for me!” Vicky chirped, lifting her chips.He didn’t look at her. Only me.“Go to your room,” he ordered.“But Dad—”“Now.”She deflated and slipped away, leaving me alone with him. My fingers tightened around the small bag in my hand.“Welcome home, Mia,” he said, voice almost a snarl.“I… I brought what Mom asked for.” My voice shook. “Where is she?”Instead of answering, he moved closer, eyes crawling over me. “Is it just me, or did you get more beautiful since last time?”I froze. He stopped inches from me.“No,” he whispered. “You definitely got more beautiful.”“Please… call my mom.” I kept my eyes down.He grabbed my chin and forced my face up. I whimpered as his grip tightened.“God, I’ve always loved when you tremble in my hands,” he murmured, staring at my lips.“Let me go… please.”“If you’d coopera

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BIG KAIHOURS EARLIER I grabbed my worn Draco from the desk, slid a bullet in, and slung it over my shoulder. The cigar hit my lips as I turned to face my fifteen kneeling staff, trembling and drenched in sweat. Black and white, broken, pathetic—most barely clinging to life after I'd begun. I drew on the cigar, walking slowly past them. Some of my men were stationed nearby, guns trained on the kneelers, watching. On the side, my sister Imani stood stiffly, silent. "Now. I'mma repeat myself one last time." I puffed out smoke. They shuddered. "Where. The. Hell. Is my son?" I demanded. Silence, only shudders. I cocked the gun, unloaded a burst of bullets into the kneeling fools. Screams filled the hall. When I finally paused, maybe one or two remained. "You three—talk, or join your colleagues," I said, cigar smoke curling. The lone woman stammered, "W-we... we don't know, sir..." I shot her. The men screamed. One begged. I shot him too. The last male panicked, sprinting for th

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MIA’S POV PRESENT HOURS I walked quietly to my bag on the floor, pulled out my phone, and set the bag back down. As I moved toward the bathroom, a text from Mary lit up the screen. I stripped off my panties, raised my dress, and sat on the toilet, reading the message. “Mia, hey. How are you? Did he help you out? I haven’t heard from you. Is he helping you get your job back?” My chest tightened. Axel hadn’t called since I left his place. My heart ached at the thought of him. What kind of boyfriend disappears like this? Had he ever really meant it when he said he loved me? I shook my head and typed a quick reply to Mary before shutting off my phone. Finishing up, I flushed, tossed my dress aside, and hopped into the shower. Minutes later, wrapped in a towel, I glanced at my new little friend asleep on the bed. Carefully, I dried off, dressed in my old red nightgown and fresh panties, and climbed quietly onto the single bed. I lay next to him without touching him, reaching

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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