The Preachers Daughter

Chapter Thirty-Two

"Take the bags off their head, please," I instructed Freddie. He snatched the black bags off Donnie, Shakera, and Khimani's heads. They looked around in fear but the only light in this cold and dark underground storm shelter was a single bulb in the middle of the room that barely lit up the room. The crew and I hid in the shadows so we wouldn't be seen.

I put on a good face back at the fashion show. I was as professional as possible even though my mind was racing. Some investors had came to the show and they made quite an offer to me afterwards that I very eagerly took. Zoie was able to grab the attention of a modeling agent. I was happy for her but my mind wouldn't allow me to be excited as I should have.

I had watched as Sly and the crew alternated between sitting in the crowd and mingling with the crowd of people that stood behind the chairs and by the food. They exchanged very smoothly and we made more that what I estimated at the end of the night. I offered a cut to Levon but of course he turned it down as a favor to Zy'Air. I was starting to get over being the middle man between those two, or Levon's guide back to Zy'Air's heart. This shit is business to me and he's making it personal. He better go on the same page as me before I have to remove him from the book altogether.

After the show was over, I left the workers to clean up everything and take the stage down. I gathered the crew and informed them of everything Lauren and Issac told me. I wasn't sure where Shakira was staying but one phone call to Donnie's father whom was still on the deacon board and I had everything I needed. I sent Freddie and one of his foot soldiers to bag and grab Shakira, Khimani, and lastly Donnie. Lauren did me a favor and kept Zoie over at her place for the night so she didn't see anything. I never told her and Issac what it is I do, but I don't think I had to.

"Where the fuck are we? What is this?" Khimani asked, struggling to free herself from the zip ties that were binding her hands behind her back. I slowly walked into the light, the sound of my heels echoing in the silent room. Khimani looked like she adjusted her eyes then stopped struggling as much when she recognized me.

"Zoyanna?" She asked.

"You know, I knew it was something about you and ya fat ass mama I didn't like."

I looked at Shakera, who was shaking so bad I could see it even in the dim lighting. Donnie was calm and still next to her. His eyes bore into mine and his jaw was tightly clenched. I walked over to stand in front of him.

"To think I laid down with ya little dick ass," I said to him.

"So, you are just like your dad then huh?" He asked me.

"You would know, wouldn't you? Since you were marrying me so your fat ass mother here could get my dad's money."

"I ... I never knew you were involved in the streets."

I pulled the black gloves from my back pocket and slid them onto my hands. "Well, you know now don't you?"

"What are you going to do to us?" Shakira whispered.

"Well, there's no doubt that I'm about to kill all three of you. But before I do that, I want to know a few things."

"Fuck you! Stupid-"

Khimani's sentence was cut short from a bullet to the head. I looked to the side of me and saw Freddie with his gun drawn.

"That bitch has been running her mouth since we grabbed her," he said, explaining why he pulled the trigger. I shrugged and looked at Shakira.

"Did you ever love my father? Or was this a plan all along."

"Of course I loved your father! But your spoiled ass just had to come along and ruin it for me! He was never going to marry me once he saw how much you hated him."