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"Fuck you mean someone already picked up my daughter?! You mean to tell me you ain't pay attention to who the fuck you gave my child to?!" I questioned the teacher as I did my absolute best not to lose my mind. Today was my day to pick up Kairi from school and Ava from my mother's house. Lauren didn't inform me about anyone else coming to pick up Kairi from school. Picking up my phone, I dialed Lauren's number and got sent straight to voicemail. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding.
"He said his name was Lucky and he was sent by Kairi's mother. I'm so sorry Mr Brewster, there's so many children to keep an eye out on I didn't really ask any questions. He knew all of her mother's information and hers, so I assumed he was family like he stated." Doing my best to not slap the bitch that stood before me, I stormed off and got into my truck speeding off heading towards Harlem. The drive would take me at least thirty minutes from where Kairi's school was located. My daughter would probably have to witness her father catching a body right before her eyes. Fuck with me all you want but everyone knew children and women were always off limits. These new niggas coming into the game didn't have any fucking respect.
Pulling up to the familiar block, I noticed Saint standing in his normal spot. "Where the fuck did Lucky take my daughter nigga?" I placed my smith and wesson to his frontal lobe. Nearby on goers watched from their porches, windows and some just simply walking by. "I don't know shit East, I swear to god." He pleaded with his hands up.
POW!
Gun fire erupted. Shooting him in his left foot was just me being nice. "Fuck man! East cmon man you know me, I can't control what that nigga do man. I swear to you I ain't got shit to do with that nigga recklessness, I'm not on none of that shit East man I swear. Look I'll take you to where he be, that's the best I can do." He hissed from the gunshot wound.
Picking him up off of the ground, I sped off into the direction of where he told me to go. Keeping my gun on him the entire time, we pulled up to what appeared to be an abandoned house. Putting on the child lock, I locked the doors behind me and approached the house with caution. "Aw shit!" A man ran but I shot him before he could get far. His body hit the dirty wooden floor that was surrounded by debris.
"Where the fuck is Lucky?" I questioned the occupants of the house but of course no one seemed to have wanted to talk.
