No Letting Go [Completed]

Thirty-Three

{Colin's POV}

"Aaliyah where are you?" I say immediately after pressing the green button on my phone.

"I'm at home."

"What's your address. I'm coming to get you."

"Colin no. If he had people watching us back in San Francisco, he has people watching you now."

"What happened when y'all left?"

I can hear her starting to tear up. "We came home..and started demanding shit..then he hit me."

"Aaliyah. Pack your shit. I'm not letting you stay here, and I'm not letting Riley stay here."

"Colin....I can't leave."

"Yes you can. I'm not leaving here with out you and Riley."

"Go pick her up from school. Right now."

"Alright. I'll call you when I have her in the car. Aaliyah. I'm gonna get you out of this. Okay. You trust me?"

"Yeah. I trust you."

"Good. Just stay put."

"Okay."

"Hey....I love you."

"I love you too."

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I head to Riley's school and go to the front office.

"Hey, I'm here to pick up my daughter, it's an emergency."

"What's her name?"

"Riley Marie Kaepernick." She furrows her eyebrows as she picks up the clipboard. "Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Palmer has already picked her up."

"You allowed someone to pick my daughter up?"

"He was put on the list Mr. Kaepernick. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Thank you."

I walk out the school and call Aaliyah on my way to the car. I hear the phone pick up as I get in.

"Aaliyah, he's already picked up Riley. I don't know where they are, but Imma find out."

"Calm down play boy. She's at home, and in good hands."

"You put your hands on Aaliyah again, and we gone have problems." He gives me a mischievous laugh. "Listen, man, all I want is my daughter and Aaliyah. You can go back to doin whatever it is that you were doin, but they comin home with me Bruh."

He laughs again. "Bye.....Bruh." He says then hangs up in my face. I call a friend that's back in San Francisco...he's a private investigator. I'm sure he can find out where this dude lives in the blink of an eye.

"Hello."

"Ayeeee Frank."

"Colin? What's up my man?"

"Nothin much. Hey I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything. What's up?"

"I need you to run a name for me. Quinton Palmer. That's Q-U-I-T-O-N"

"Give me a second." I hear him at his computer typing. "You wanna give me some specifics...I'm seeing a couple hundred Quinton Palmers."

"Yeah. Cross reference it with New York City."

"I got one."

"I need his address."

1536 West Point Ave."

"Thanks brother. I owe you one."

"You're damn right you do. Tickets to a game and we're good."

"You got it man. Thanks."

"No problem."

I plug the address into my GPS, and it's less than 15 minutes away. I FaceTime Riley's iPad, hoping that she's in her room, alone. It starts connecting. I have to get her not to make too much noise, because I know she'll be excited to talk.

"Little bear" I whisper.

"Why are you whispering?" She whispers back.

"Listen to me bear. When the clock on you iPad say 8:41, come open the door to your house...okay." She nods. "Hey, don't tell anyone okay."

"Okay."

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I pull up to the house and hopefully Riley is keeping track of the time on her iPad. I get here at exactly 8:41. Hopefully this nigga ain't here and I can get them out of here. I'll replace all the clothes and stuff they leave behind, but I'm not gonna let them stay here.

I get out and walk up to the door. I hear it unlocking as I reach for the doorknob. I open it and Riley's standing right there.

"Riley move." Quinton says moving her out of the way and soon I'm met with a gun pointed at my head.

"Daddyyyy" she cries out.

"Breaking and entering I see."

"My daughter let me in."

"Yeah, but this is my house, I didn't let you in. So I have every right to put a bullet through your eyes, you know that right?"

"Where's Aaliyah?"

"You just don't get it do you?"

"Let me get my family, and we'll be out."

"This ain't ya family anymore...Bruh. I suggest you leave before I make you leave, and believe me, you won't be coming back. I promise you that."

"Quinton, stop." Riley says.

"Shut your kid up. Been the biggest pain in my ass."

"Riley....go find mommy."

"I don't wanna leave you daddy."

"Riley go!"

"Take one step and I blow her brains out."

"Really man. A 4 year old little girl."

"Or it could be a 22 year old boy. It's all up to you." The gun is back on me.

Riley rushes up to push him and he points his gun at her.

"DUCK RILEY!" I say as I slap his arm hard to get to gun out his hand. Before it drops, he pulls the trigger.