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"It's empty."

"Of course it is," Dashawn mumbled, not at all surprised.

"You think ol' dude found a way to tip Red off? Meech asked.

"Either that or the nigga lied about knowing where he is."

"He ain't bold enough to lie straight to our faces. He's probably just hella loyal to Red," Tony chimed in.

"I don't give a fuck what he is. That nigga is just like all these other mu'fuckers—they all crack under pressure. Whether he lied or tipped Red off, his ass gone answer to me," Dashawn ended the conversation there.

"And burn this shit to the ground, make it look like an accident," he said leaving out the small run-down shack.

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"I thought we had an understanding? The deal was, you tell me where Red is and I make your death quick and painless."

"I already told you the truth."

"Then why wasn't Red where you said he would be?" Dashawn questioned.

"I don't know."

"I feel like you know more than you lettin on, and I'm two seconds away from losing my shit." Dashawn stood up, walking around his suspended body and to a table that held many of his toys. He grabbed some gloves, a drill, a hatchet, and some pliers. The sadistic side of him was itching to get his hands dirty.

"Look man, I said I don't know."

"Strip him down," Dashawn ordered.

"I don't know! Red is always on the move and ain't ever in the same place for too long. I was supposed to bring his money last night. He probably figured something was wrong when I didn't show," he jerked and started struggling in his restraints once he saw the tools.

Dashawn was tired of this back and forth shit. He didn't fake his death for the hell of it, nor did he want to miss out on five years of his daughter's life for simply no reason. Everything he has done has been for the sake of his family and his business. And now he was jeopardizing everything he worked hard to get all because niggas wanted to play with a child's life. Dashawn was beyond fed up, and no words could express how angry he was. But now that he was back, he fully intended on dropping bodies all throughout this city until his daughter was found. Dashawn didn't care who he had to go through or how many people he had to kill to get what he wanted.

And his ass couldn't wait to get his hands on Kennedy, Red, and anyone who had a hand in kidnapping Imani. Even the ones who sat back and watched it happen weren't safe from Dashawn's wrath.

"I SAID I DON'T KNOW!" He yelled over and over as he was stripped naked in front of everyone. If niggas thought Meech was crazy, Dashawn was a whole different beast. His ruthlessness and lack of mercy was the reason he had to disappear in the first place.

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A few hours later...

"Aye, look who I found," Tony stormed into the room waving a phone in the air.

"Put it on speaker," Meech said. Everyone turned their attention to the phone as it rang out.

"Hello?" A voice then sounded on the other end. Understanding what Tony was getting at, Dashawn immediately grabbed the phone.

"You Red?" Red paused, trying to remember where he heard that voice. It sounded hella familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Who dis?"

"I heard you got something that belongs to me," Dashawn sneered. Red was quiet as he searched his memory for who this could be.

"Big T told me all about you nigga, revealing all kinds of shit that I ain't got no business knowing. I heard mama Renee just got out the hospital. How her clumsy ass doing after taking that nasty fall? And what about baby mama number five—how's Chantelle doing? I heard her ass stay running back to you even after you gave her that STD."

"That ain't—" Red tried to interrupt Dashawn but Dashawn kept going.

"Who should I target first: your mama or Chantelle? Or better yet, maybe I should take lil Cory or baby Zion off your hands? Or, how about—"

"Leave my family out of this," Red stated, swallowing past the lump in his throat.

"Why? You took what's mine so why can't I take what's yours?" Realization finally hit Red in the face like a ton of bricks. Red couldn't forget that voice or that condescending tone even if he wanted to. The last he heard, D had died years ago, but now it seemed that he was back from the grave.

"I know you ain't personally take my daughter, but you housing the bitch that did so you guilty by default. If you don't bring me my daughter I will have no choice but to go after your family." Red quickly hung up, dropping his phone on the floor and stomping on it until it was in pieces.

He then stormed into the next room, nearly taking the door off its hinges. Kennedy jumped and sat straight up in the bed.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked.

"I ain't have no problems until you!" Red was livid.

"What do you mean?"

"Who's kid was that?!"

"Baby, I told you that I found her on the streets." Red stalked up to Kennedy, grabbing her legs and yanking her ass down the bed until her body smacked against the floor, head first.

"I said who's kid was that?" Instead of answering, Kennedy started swinging, throwing punches and everything. She successfully landed a harsh kick to Red's abdomen which caused him to stumble back. Kennedy took the opportunity to scramble away from Red, but before she could get up and make a run for it, he snatched her back down to him. He then started punching the shit out of her.

"Answer me!" He landed blow after blow, assaulting both her body and her face until she began to speak.

"It was my sister's kid," Kennedy tried her best to shield her face. Red didn't believe her so he went to strike her again.

"No, I swear! I swear it was my sister's kid, but my sister is a nobody. I only did her a favor!"

"How a nobody get close enough to fuck around and have a baby by the coldest nigga in the game!?" He placed his hands around her neck and squeezed. Kennedy immediately started gasping for air.

"You dumb bitch," he squeezed harder, completely cutting off her airways.

"And now he's coming for my head." Kennedy scratched and clawed at Red's face, trying to get him to stop. He only eased up and then completely let go when he could feel her start to lose consciousness.

"Fuck!" He stood up, leaving her on the ground.

"The kid is gone," Kennedy coughed. "We can say we never had her."

"No, you can explain to that nigga what happened to his daughter. I'm out." Red knew something was off the minute Big T didn't show with his money, and that was essentially why he changed locations in the first place. But now he definitely couldn't show his face after knowing who was after him. And even though Red had unintentionally aided in Kennedy's schemes, he was still a dead man.

"Wait!" Kennedy was slow to get up. Red needed to get as far away from here as possible. It was only a matter of time before D and his crew found his new location. Red needed to be long gone before that happened.

"You can't leave me here. I'm pregnant!" Red was damn near repulsed by Kennedy. At first she was a good fuck, but she quickly became a pain in the ass. Now, he would gladly leave her for dead if it meant that he could use her as a distraction to get far away from D.

"Take me with you." Before she could reach him, he knocked her ass to the ground one last time and closed the door.

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