Crawl

Thirty-Six\\Bad Luck McCann

Jason\\

My phone rang and I saw it was Justin. I quickly got up and walked towards the exit to answer it.

"Speak." I demanded.

"We found her." My cousin replied.

"Where?" I asked, immediately excited. My excitement soon went away and my blood boiled. My daughter was found, so whoever stole her from under our noses was definitely going to pay.

"I'll send the location. It looks like a trap house in Washington. This shit looks sketchy. Get here quick."

I went back to the entrance of the hospital building and got my gang's attention. I motioned for them to come here and they all hopped up and followed.

"What's up?" Malcolm asked.

"Any word?" asked Ryan.

I nodded my head and looked down as my phone chirped. "Justin just sent the location. They found Katelyn."

"Found Katelyn?" said a female's voice from behind the crowd. Everybody turned around and sure enough, Slim was at the door listening.

"What the fuck you mean Justin found Katelyn? Where the fuck is my daughter, McCann?!" Slim immediately snapped. She got in my face and pointed a finger. "You let my daughter get kidnapped? You wasn't even gonna tell me, were you?" She yelled. I looked in her eyes, I could see fire. She was furious. More furious than I'd ever seen coming from her. "Were you?" I simply shook my head. Her hand cocked back and my cheek began stinging.

"Someone give me some damn shorts! I'm getting my child." Slim yelled as she marched towards the car. I popped the trunk and she reached in and changed into some basketball shorts and slid her dress up over her hips.

"You letting your girls slap you around now, McCann? This is new." Malcolm laughed.

"Shut up." I growled. "Get in the car."

The boys followed me to the cars and we all piled in. Slim rode with me while Ryan and Chaz rode in Malcolm's car.

"How could you?" Slim asked. I remained quiet. It wasn't that I had no answers for her, I just didn't want to have to answer to her.

"And you weren't even going to tell me. My fucking daughter was taken from me. From you! Don't you at least think I would have a right to know?"

"I didn't not tell you to be spiteful, Slim." I mumbled.

"Yeah? Then why didn't you?" She spat.

"I didn't tell you because of reasons like this! You're blaming me for her kidnapping like I'd just let that happen. You know damn well that this would never happen if I were the one watching her. And on top of that, you're here now...trying to get involved. This has nothing to do with you and I not being together or whatever the fuck you think is going on in your head, this is because I don't want to hear your shit about it being my fault!" I snapped. She looked at me in disbelief and scoffed.

"So you didn't tell me because you're selfish."

I couldn't believe it. I don't understand girls. She's really putting words in my mouth!

"What the fuck?!" I yelled. "Just shut up Slim. Seriously. And why the fuck did you even come along?" I asked, "You're not fit for shit like this. You won't survive, and neither will I if I have to keep an eye out on your ass the whole time."

"I came to get my daughter back." Slim said. "Just because I'm not in the gang life don't mean I won't raise hell over my child. You obviously don't know what it's like to be a mother."

"Obvious-a-fucking-ly!" I groaned. "I'm a father, not a mother."

"Yeah? Well act like it." Slim spat. She reached in the glove compartment and grabbed one of my guns. She checked to see how many rounds of bullets she'd have and closed the gun back up, nodding her head.

"What you think you're doing with that?" I asked. "You don't know how to use that shit."

"Stop treating me like a child. I'm grown." Slim huffed.

I was honestly a couple seconds away from backhanding her, but because of the circumstances I didn't. I really didn't appreciate the attitude she was giving off.

"This is my fucking daughter." Slim whispered to herself as she stared out the window. "My daughter and my baby daddy's girlfriend. In one night." She wipes a tear from her cheeks and looked at me with the quickness. "You're bad luck, McCann!"

"I know," I coughed. "Don't go around thinking I let her get snatched!" I quickly got out. "If it were up to me, she'd be safe and sound. This definitely would've never happened!"

"Nah, fuck what you have to say! You took her from me," she sobbed, "You snatched her from her own mother. Courts gave you custody of my child and gave her to you! And you allowed her to get kidnapped. I never did that!"

"In your care she could've fucking died, Slim!" I punched the steering wheel and it let out a loud beep. When my hand moved, there was a dent in the car logo on the horn.

"And who's to fucking say her life is not in danger now Jason?" Slim rebutted. "We don't know these fucking kidnappers! They could be fucking creeps for all we know. And our daughter is in their hands now. Their care." Slim coughed, "This is all your fault."

"Slim I—,"

"No. Fuck you and your apologies. Just give me my baby back." She sniffles and wiped her eyes.

Minutes later, we pulled up to the house. My men hopped out the car and were fully strapped.

I gestured for Jamal, Malcolm and Chaz to go around the back with Justin, while Slade, Slim, Ryan and I made our ways around the front porch. I counted to three and Slade kicked the door open.

"Where's my fucking daughter?!" Slim yelled as she rushed the house and cocked her gun.