Locked Up

Chapter Fifteen

Kehlani "Delicious" Jackson
Pacing. I couldn't stop pacing. I did everything Twain said to. I locked down the house and I couldn't stop staring at the phone waiting for him to call. It had almost been an hour and my heart was about to beat of my chest. Please dear god let him be okay...

I heard the door open and close and I came charging down the stairs. At the bottom of the steps was a dark brownskin man with a beard wearing all black. Not Twain. Which means that-

"You must be D. I'm Capo-"

"Where's Twain? He's supposed to be here. What happen to him? Is he-" I frantically began to ask questions but he shushed me.

"Twain is fine. He still asked for me to come over to stay with you for a while just to make sure you were safe." I took a sigh of relief and ruffled my hair a bit.

"Sorry. I'm D," I stuck out my hand and he shook it.

"You must be pretty damn important to Twain. You know his name and er'thang," he smirked.

"I guess you could say that. But the same goes for you. Why haven't I met you before?"

"I live in Columbia with my wife and kids. I don't visit the states often anymore."

"Oh I see. Well Capo would you like something to eat or drink?"

"Waters fine thanks," he smiled. I nodded and headed towards the kitchen but not before Duke came charging down the stairs barking. He sniffed Capo then ran towards me following behind. I grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him. He thanked me then sat down at the island.

"So you spoke to Twain?" I asked trying to ease the awkward silence.

"Yeah he said he didn't have time to call you after but he'll be home later on and to stay in the house."

"Oh okay. Do you have any idea-"

"No. Twain never informs me about what's happening I just do what he needs me to do."

"You guys are close?"

"We grew up together. He been there for me and I return the favor," he shrugged taking a sip of his water.

"Well it's past four a.m. so I assume you'd like to sleep. All of the guest bedrooms are ready for use if you want to sleep there?" I offered.

"Thanks but Twain asked that I keep an eye on you so I probably won't be sleeping until he arrives. Go on ahead though I'll just check on you every so often." I nodded, grabbed Duke, and headed back upstairs for a much needed rest.

Twain "King" Wilson
I kicked the door off its hinges and aimed my gun. I continued to look around until I came across the piece of shit lying on the ground beaten and bloodied. "Get your ass up!" I yelled as he coughed. I placed my gun in the waistband of my pants and helped him up. He reeked of alcohol and weed as I carried him out to the dirty living room. "Malachi get your shit together and tell me what the fuck happened," I said as his head rolled from side to side.

"Ben-Benzino. Came here asking about you. Wouldn't tell him anything." He was trying to catch his breath while explaining things to me. I sighed and took a look around the apartment. I saw nothing of importance and helped him out to my car. I set him in the back seat and sped off towards my second house. He'd be safer there.

Once we got there I ordered the staff to get my doctor here ASAP. I didn't have much time to figure out what had really happened at Malachi's apartment. I set him down on the couch and sighed. God dammit.

I noticed him trying to pull something from his pocket so I reached for it and opened it. It had an address, time, and date on it with a signed letter B at the bottom. I looked up and Malachi was unconscious.