Loving A Gangsta

Chapter 32 (Friday)

Dejah's POV

"I still think we should call the police," I mumble, shaking my head and leaning back into the couch.

When Ms. Brown got here, Marlon explained everything that happened and convinced her to agree with him on not calling the police. We've been sitting in this house for nearly an hour. We've each called Mike over a hundred times, but it keeps going straight to voice mail. We've even tried to call Xavier, but his phone has just been ringing. Crazy things can be happening to Ren right now, and all we're doing is sitting here waiting for somebody to answer the phone.

"We can't, Dejah. Do you want Michael to go to jail 'cause that's exactly what's gonna happen. I just told you that," Marlon says, getting more and more annoyed.

He has his nerve trying to get mad at me for wanting to do anything to help my friend. He should've been trying to do the same thing. Maybe if he would've grabbed Ren and made her leave with him instead of just letting Mike control him, then none of this would be happening. I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that Mike would put her in this type of danger. He's supposed to protect and put her first regardless of what's going on in the streets, and the fact that he just handed her to another gang doesn't make any sense. Where the hell was his head?

"Okay, so we just gonna keep calling and calling Mike over and over until he decides to answer? That could be tomorrow morning! It's been damn near two hours!" I shout, jumping up, wanting to storm over to him and slap some sense into him. I've never been so angry with him. I can tell that Jada is mad at him too, but she needs him to comfort her at this time. She's nearly loosing it herself.

The last thing I want to do is turn my man in. I love Mike to the death of me, but I would never risk Ren's safety just to protect him for being stupid again. That's not right, and things need to start changing. He needs to start realizing what's he doing to his family, to our relationship, and mainly to himself. One day it's not going to be us contemplating whether to tell the police about what's he doing, it's going to be somebody else, and they're not going to think twice about doing it.

Ms. Brown gets up and stands between the both of us. "What I need the both of you to do is calm down because all this arguing is not helping," she says, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Marlon is right. I don't want my son being put in jail. Just keep calling him until we get something. Call Xavier back, call that boy she's been crazy about, call anybody but the police."

            "Does anybody know Marcus's number? Try to get it out of Ren's phone," I tell Jada.

She carefully types in the password, trying not slice her fingers with the broken glass. After a few seconds of searching, I hear the number being dialed, and she puts it on speaker. It rings three times before he answers. "Ren, you alright?"

"No, Marcus. It's Jada. We're looking for her. Do you know where she is?"

"How you get her phone?" he asks.

Karmen snatches the phone from Jada and places it close to her lips. "This is Korrine's mother. I need you to tell me where my daughter is right now. I don't care if you have anything to do with this, just tell me if you know where she is," she begs.

"They're taking her to the city hospital as we speak. She's okay. They got her, but I don't know where Mike is," he says.

"Thank you...thank you so much." Karmen hangs up the phone and grabs her keys off the coffee table, but Jada stops her.

"I'll drive my car. You don't need to be driving right now," she tells her.

We all rush out of the door and towards Jada's car. Hearing that Ren's okay is enough to calm my nerves, but there must be something wrong if she's headed to the hospital. And if Marcus doesn't know where Michael is, then who is she with?