Magic

Chapter 18

Kirshnik "takeoff" Ball

I was laying on my bed staring up at the bottom of my younger brother's bunk. She really gone. She missing and not even her mama knows where she at. Why would she do this? Just disappear like that and not tell nobody where she was going.

"You still worrying about Maggie?" Quavo asked. I looked over and he was sitting against the wall playing with his phone.

"You say that like it's the wrong thing to do. She missing bruh." I said to him.

He shook his head. "How you know that. For all you know she coulda just ran off with that little white kid and not told nobody where she was goin."

"Why would she do that?" I asked. "Everything she got goin for her and she gone throw it away for him?"

"You just mad cause she aint pick you," he said.

I sat up and stared at him. "What you say?"

"You been chasin that girl since we was kids and she never picked you. Give up. She don't want you and she never will want you. Give it up." he said.

I was about to open my mouth to speak but before I could get a word out my phone started to ring. I picked it up and it was a text from Lavelle with an address of where I was supposed to drop that shipment off to. I stood up and shoved the phone into my pocket. "I gotta go."

"Where you goin?" he asked me.

"I got some business to take care of." I replied.

I went out to my car and drove to the address that he sent to my phone. I was early so I sat in the parking lot waiting until it was time for me to go and drop this shit off. I was sitting in the car with the music turned all the way down and the air on full blast. My phone went off and I thought it would have been the client giving me the go ahead to come inside but it wasn't. My stomach nearly fell out my ass when I saw Maggie's name flash on my screen. I opened the text message and read it.

Maggie: hey

Me: Maggie where the hell have you been. Your mama is freakin out. She came to my house trying to fight and everything. What's going on?

Maggie: this aint Maggie

"Me: then who the fuck is it?

Maggie: Jeremy J

Me: man where the fuck is Maggie put her on the fucking phone.

I waited for another text message but instead I got a picture. It was Maggie tied up and face beaten and she was laying on the ground with no shirt on. I could feel my ears getting hot as I sat there looking at the picture.

Maggie: sorry she's a little tied up right now...but you can help her out if you really wanna.

Me: imma kill you when I find you.

Maggie: you're not in a position to make threats sir so be calm

Me: let her go

Maggie: I will when I get what I want

Me: you touch her and imma kill you

Maggie: I wont touch her...if you can give me what I want

Me: and what's that?

Maggie: I want that shipment Lavelle gave you to drop off.

Me: how do you know about that?

Maggie: I have my ways. It was supposed to be mine but in the end he chose to give it to somebody else and I want my fuckin drugs

Me: you doin this for some coke nigga are you serious?

Maggie: you got 24 hours to bring it here before I kill her and go to the police and say it was you

Me: that won't fuckin work

Maggie: you think so. Who they gonna believe a blue eyed blonde haired honor student or a drug dealer with a record. All I have to do is mention your name and it's a wrap for you.

Me: I swear to god imma hurt you.

Maggie: 24 hours Mr. Takeoff make your choice.