Jeopardised Crime

Chapter 3

The guys escort me into a barely active night club, we continue to the bartender who resumes from there, leading us behind the bar and opens the trap door located on the ground; directing his hand towards it.

One of the guys leads the way, while the other was behind me, making sure I don't run away or make any stupid moves.

I silently follow, stumbling down the stairs.

We pass cases of different beverages, the first thing to come to my mind would be that this is a storage room. The one who I'm involuntarily trailing, seems to be heading towards a door, where I witness audible expression of amusement.

Once he opens the door, the mood is colorless, everything and everyone is monochrome and the availability of people is more than expected. The the combined smell of marijuana and cocaine makes the air so intoxicating. Most of the customers who were previously snuffling drugs, leer at me. Others are extremely compliant, moving aimlessly; ladies rocking their hips side to side. I thought to myself, at what exactly, there isn't any music playing, obviously high.

Finally, we reached the owner of this Underground club, or whatever it is, that moment I feel rage taking control of me.

"You bastard!What the hell?!"

I was about to deliver him a slap, but I am stopped by my escorts. His reaction becomes overly excited towards my presence.

"Jaz, Baby! Long time no see."

"Oh, don't you dare, what's with 'em chain letters, you've been sendin'."

Kevin drops an eyebrow in confusion "Chain letters? Ain't those like 'em idiotic text messages that you have to forward or somethin'?"

"Yeah! And they have 'em threats if you don't do what it says."

"Nah, don't be like that. Yo, Kelly, move your ass, make some space for my girl, Jaz." He says, as the young lady named Kelly moves away from his embrace.

"Jaz, get over here. Let's do some catchin' up."

"I'm good, just tell me whatcha want?"

Kevin becomes a bit irritable. "Sit down, you don't want things to turn ugly, do you?"

I roll my eyes, before making my way over to the couch and place myself next to him, once I cross my legs he unpredictably places a hand onto my knee.

"You've been avoiding me. So, I got you a private invitation."

"The only reason, I don't answer your calls would be cause, I don't have what you want."

"You gots to have a reason to come back to this dump."

"That don't mean, I got what you want."

I see him beginning to move his hand towards my thigh, eventually sliding it underneath my skirt. "Then, why did you leave your normal life to come back here?"

"I have my own reasons."

"What are them reasons?"

He begins to be slightly anticipating. "I only came back for Drew."

I witness his eyes widen and his facial expression gives in to shock. "Drew as in Andrew?" I make a nod and his tangled expression remains. "Drew? But ain't he dead?" I make another inactive nod. "What's the point, if the nigga's dead?"

"The truth behind his death." I vocalise in conclusion to which Kevin releases a sarcastic laugh. "Didn't he commit suicide or somethin'?"

"No, just gossip." I reply in a serious manner.

"Can't be, if the cops say so."

"Them cops can't be trusted."I bitterly respond.

Out of nowhere, he brings his lips to my earlobe and utters. "What did Drew do with the money?"

"How the hell should I know, I ain't his homie nor am I yours." I say in almost a whisper. "What makes you think I'd know?"

"Cause, you is close with Drew."

"I believe you is involved in Drew's death."

I knew what I had just said was a bad idea as Kevin had his hand gripped onto my neck, right before my eyes.

"What did you say?!"

I tried to get him to release me, as asphyxiation starts kicks in. He's aggressive and unconsidered.

He propelled me through the air and I met with the cold concrete ground, breathing sharply for some air.

Silence fills the atmosphere and I know that all eyes are on me. I avoid to meet any eye that watches me. "The person who knows, it's Vanessa." I exclaim.

Kevin squads in front of me, I am still motionless, hadn't moved from my previous gesture. "Where she at?"

"I don't know." I hear my own voice cracking.

"You know what, you should find out, since you'd be with that cop. Tell me everything he discovers."