Break Out

Chapter Six

Kehlani "Queen" Jackson
All hell broke loose once we realized it was him. We were tapping into street cameras and sending our workers all over the place trying to capture the bastard. X and I were running around frantic trying to get ahead of him so we could finally have a big lead.

X was flying through the area in one of our company vans. We had received word that our guys caught sight of him about sixteen blocks away. They were given instructions to apprehend him if we didn't get there on time.

"Fuck man!" X slammed his hands on the wheel.

"X-"

"Why can't this bitch go any faster!" He yelled as he floored it.

"X-"

"We're going to miss him!"

"X!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"What?!" He yelled back.

"I need you to not lose yourself right now. Just drive. We'll be there soon enough aight?" I said calmly. He took a deep breath then nodded. And eventually, we met our team around the corner of an alleyway. They held a gun to the man's head while X and I approached him. His hood was covering his face and his head was down. I walked towards him and pulled it off, revealing the one and only Kyrie. He looked into my eyes and had the nerve to smirk at me.

He looked terrible. First he was high. I could tell from his low eyelids not to mention they were bloodshot red. His usual gold and diamond grill was gone. Not to mention the huge scar that started from the base of the forehead and traveled backwards. Somebody fucked him up. Bad.

"Damn, didn't realize D here was the infamous Queen. How you been?" He laughed sinisterly. I nodded at a worker who pistol whipped him for me. He groaned as he fell to the ground and cursed from the pain. I had them bind him and put him in the back of the van so we could take him back to the Trap. To the Trap house he betrayed. To the family he betrayed.

Once we arrived we took him to the place he knew all too well, the basement. He was sitting in the same chair he had helped us torture and kill many others who thought it was smart to fuck with our business. He was searched but nothing was found on his person. X and I sat silently watching him with a bag over his head. "I know you are in here," he stated. I looked towards X who just shook his head in response. "Still getting other people to do your dirty work for you huh D?" I clenched my fist and kept my mouth shut. "Such a shame. I could've put it down so good. The pussy must be incredible if you had King whipped," he laughed. I bit my lip to keep from lashing out.
"And I never thought I would see the day where X and you work together. The pussy must be super bomb if you've got him hooked too. Things could've been so much easier if you weren't such a bitch." I looked towards X and he nodded. I grabbed the bucket of water and X tipped his chair back. I began pouring, hearing him gag and choke on it. After a few minutes I stopped and he lunged forward coughing. X took the bag off as I set the first can of water down.

"Ready to talk?" I said. I took a good long look at his face. He had gotten some new tattoos and his dreads were gone. He had more of a fade cut now.

"Bitch I ain't tell you shit."

"Hm I thought you might say that. Take a look around you Kyrie. You know what's gone on down here. And you know that nobody comes out of here alive. So I'm going to ask you this once, where is King."

"Bitch suck my-" before he could finish I punched him dead in his face. Twain gave me an approving head nod as his head snapped back slightly. "You little-"

"You might want to think about what you say. Now. Answer my question."

"Why would I tell you anything?"