Hustle. (Book 2)

Chapter 15: Hideaway

Chris P.O.V.

I was laying on Lauryn as she massaged my back. I was rubbing on her stomach that held my baby inside. I was beyond happy to be here with her.

I had finally told Paris about Lauryn as I started looking for apartments. She wasn't happy at all about it and gave me hell for it, but I let her keep my old house because I knew it was a safe environment for her to raise my baby girl in and I'd have access at all times.

Suddenly, I got a phone call.

"The number is blocked baby," Lauryn said, reading it to me.

I grabbed it from her and walked into the dining room in case it was business. I didn't want her to be involved in it.

"Who this?" I asked into the phone.

"Well, well, well..." I heard. "Your little boyfriend did answer." Kingston. I hadn't heard from him in months, ever since our last incident that happened on my date with Lauryn.

"Chris! Please help me!" I heard in the background that was followed by gagging and loud gasping. Paris.

"I've got your girl Chris," he spat.

"Where are you?" I questioned.

"That's not how it works, Chris. You should know this already."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"50,000. The $50,000 that your men robbed from us."

I turned my tone down to a whisper so Lauryn's curious ass wouldn't here. "Listen nigga. We didn't rob y'all of nothing. We earn our money fair and square and have no reason to rob y'all. You got it all fucked up. Do you know who I am?"

"Alrighty then," he said, with a chuckle. "Say bye to your little girlfriend and your child. It's a little girl, right?"

"Don't you dare lay a finger on them," I said, through gritted teeth.

"Aww, he actually cares," he mocked into my ear. "Then, I'll see you at The Shack in 30 minutes. Or else you're girl and your child are both dead." I heard a squeal and the line went dead.

Fuckkkk. It's always some shit as soon as I settle shut down.

I went and told Lauryn I was leaving and could immediately see the worry on her face. I felt bad leaving her and I didn't want her to be stressed out about anything, especially so close to her due date.

As soon as I was in my car, I called my boy, Keon, for back up. He was tall as hell, husky, and knew how to use a gun so he was my best option out of the rest of my men. I'd be there before him but it'd be better to go now than wait for him.

When I got The Shack, also known as Kingston's hideout, it was dark outside but the doors immediately opened. They were waiting for me.

"Get inside nigga," one of his men, Montana, commanded, pushing me inside.

"Don't touch me nigga," I replied, pushing him back. I heard someone clock a gun in the distance and then Kingston appeared. I wasn't scared. I could feel my gun tucked in my waistband and could use it at any moment.

I looked around the room and saw who he had with him. His man, Montana, who I remembered as being quick and his other man, Wayne, who was just husky and dumb.

"So," I began, eyeing each of them up. "This is who you brought with you?" I did a slow clap. "Great."

"Someone's a little cocky. But I don't see any money on your," Kingston replied, aiming his gun at my chest.