With as many people as Chris knew, they were all being no help what-so-ever as to what they knew, heard, or saw in regards to Liana. It’s not like they couldn’t identify who Alex was; even if they never saw Liana a day before; they knew Black was serious danger and therefore, they were frightened to be a tattle-tale and wouldn’t reveal anything even if they knew everything. To say it was frustrating would be an understatement. Chris was ready to off everyone who didn’t help him properly.
Chris was sitting in the front seat of his car, his adrenaline surging through his veins as watched carefully as a few guys from Black’s crew sauntering towards their usual spot. It had been a good nine hours since the kidnapping and he couldn’t help but to think that Liana was already dead somewhere in the gutter.
This motherfucker was ruthless.
Pushing himself from the car, he slammed the door and made his way up the concrete stairs; his thoughts running hazy as he tried to ignore the constant warning. His intuition was telling him to get the fuck out NOW, but his legs stilled carried him forward and his usual bold self kicked the front door open and halted the movement of the five or six guys that was occupying the lower level space. “Who the fuck is that nigga?!” one of them shouted, standing from his spot in the far corner.
Chris’ lip twitched as he refrained from sneering at them and pulling his choice of weapon from the waist of his pants, but, being as though he was alone—one against six was not a pretty outcome. “Where the fuck is Liana?” Chris asked, cutting straight to the chase.
“You better come correct before I empty my gun in your ass, motherfucker.” Another guy bellowed, and before Chris knew, they all began advancing towards him.
He wasn’t afraid though, and even if he was, they couldn’t tell through his thick skin. “You heard what the fuck I said, motherfucker!” he spat, his eyes locking on the latest guy that decided to talk shit. “Where the fuck is she at? I know it was one of y’all that came in my fucking crib and kidnapped her.” They all laughed at Chris, and he didn’t like that. His frown deepened and he reached in his waistline, pulling out a small hand grenade. Their laughing ceased. “Tell me where she is or I swear to God; nobody is getting out the fuck alive.” His voice was calm and icy.
“Black had her in that old Rite Aid building downtown.” One of the scarier guys spoke up quickly. Chris’ eyes darted to him. “She’s tied up in the bathroom.” Chris squint his eyes, baring his teeth at the visual image he instantly got of Liana; he knew she wouldn’t be without a scratch on her.
He backed up, never turning his back to the guys and held the grenade in his hand firmly. He held onto the railing as he went back down the couple of steps and when he got to his car; he turned it on, his mind running a mile a minute. He smirked, holding the grenade up, and watching as the guys stepped back, warningly. “Catch, motherfuckers!” he clipped the fuse and set it off. Using his perfect pitching arm, he threw the small bomb back into the house before the big pussy nigga’s could retreat back and close the door.
By the time it went off, demolishing anything within an eight meter radius; Chris was already speeding down the street.
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He pulled up at the abandoned Rite Aid building and parked idly in the parking lot. He didn’t waste any time in getting out and running inside, his mind on Liana and Liana only. He had to break a window to get in, getting a few cuts and scratches, but at the time he could care less. He spent a few minutes inside the ill-smelling, dark building before finding some stairs in the back and went up, the only thing up there was an employee bathroom and he figured that’s where Liana was.
