Chapter 5 Where’s My Son?

BIG KAI

HOURS EARLIER……

I picked up my fairly-used Draco gun on the desk and fixed the bullet under it. 

I can't remember the last time I touched this shit. 

But the situation at hand finna take me back to my violent self. 

The terrified shudders and whimpers from behind me filled the fucking room as I hung my gun on my shoulder before putting my big brown cigar in my mouth and turning around. 

I rested my eyes on my fifteen fucking staff members who were on their knees and looking at me with terror in their eyes as beads of sweat filled their temples.

They are a mixture of black and white. 

Mostly black. 

Shuddering and whimpering as their half-battered bodies trembled. The shit is not enough because I haven't even started yet.

I took a draw from my cigar as I approached them slowly. 

A few of my men are scattered around, standing still in the hall with guns in their hands and staring at the pathetic motherfuckers on their fucking knees. 

It is about time I changed my fucking staff. 

On the side is my sister, standing still and staring at the lunatics as well. 

"Now. I'mma repeat myself one last time. Where the hell is my son?" I asked. 

No one answered but shuddered as they shared looks among themselves. 

A'ight I have less time for this shit. 

I withdrew my gun from my shoulder and positioned it in my hands. I cocked it instantly and let all my bullets free. 

I shot carelessly, letting out bullet after bullet. 

It feels foreign to me using a gun because since took in this new clean life, I haven't gotten my hands dirty. 

But someone decided to press the button I kept hidden for years. 

The loud whimpers and screams echoed in the hall as I continued pumping out bullets. 

I stopped myself, took out my cigar and let out a smoke. 

Out of the fifteen, I think I shot ninety percent dead so that is remaining......

"Now, are you three going to speak?" I asked, taking another draw of my cigar.

I didn't get a fucking answer. Just shudders and trembles. 

"You all better speak, or you end up like your colleagues," Imani ordered.

They stared at me with terror in their eyes as they trembled. 

"I left my son and his mother in your hands. Now, my son is missing. It has been hours, and he is nowhere in this fucking mansion. What happened to him? Who kidnapped him?" I asked. 

They trembled. 

"We...." the only female among the three spoke up but paused. 

I raised my brow. 

"We....we don't know, sir..... I swear.... " 

I cocked my gun and shot her instantly. 

The men screamed like little girls while staring at the girl I just shot. One of them looked at me. 

"Please sir! We are telling the...." 

I shot him. 

Next, and out of terror, the remaining male got on his trembling feet and began running towards the entrance, panting and snuffling. 

This nigga fucking kidding me right now? 

My men cocked their guns. 

I whistled, stopping them as I aimed my gun at the running motherfucker. I closed one of my eyes and pulled the trigger. 

The bullet traveled fast and pierced into his back and definitely hit his heart. 

He let out a grunt and fell flat on the floor. 

I put down my gun, staring at the fool on the floor. 

"Tyrell," I called. 

"Yes, boss," he answered. 

"Take as many men as you can to the hood," I said without looking at him. "Khalifa and his boys are my main suspects. Force the fucking truth out of them. I want my son back home," 

"Yes boss. Come on," he said to the men, walking away as the men followed him behind. 

"Clean up the mess," I heard Imani order, making me look her way. 

"Yes, ma'am," one of the remaining men answered, moving towards the blood-filled bodies, with a few men. 

I rested my eyes on Imani, dressed in her usual decent knee-length dress that hugged her body. She always looked like a professional and almost like a vice president, standing like a professional too. 

Well, I am not checking out my sister. My actual interest is in the familiar girl standing behind her like a fucking guard. 

"I still think Isadora is responsible for Jamal's disappearance," Imani said. "I have always told you that Hispanic hoe is worthless." 

I didn't say a word but kept staring at the suspicious little bitch behind her who seemed to be avoiding my gaze. 

"You need to torture her and get the truth out of her," Imani suggested. 

"The bitch behind you," I said, ignoring her suggestion. "Isn't she one of the staff?" 

Imani looked over her shoulders momentarily and then looked at me. 

I raised my brows, awaiting an answer. 

"She is." 

"Why wasn't she kneeling with the other staff?" I asked. 

"She wasn't in the mansion when Jamal went missing. She accompanied me to complete the task you gave me," Imani explained. 

I scoffed. "Seriously?" 

She stared at me. 

"Since when did you start taking maids with you to do my tasks, Imani?" I asked. 

She didn't respond but kept staring at me. 

I moved my gaze to the girl. She quickly took her eyes away from me. 

"What is your name?" 

She fiddled with her fingers, trembling where she stood behind Imani. 

"Kai, she is...." 

I threw Imani a scowl, shutting her up. 

I moved my gaze back to the girl. 

"The fucking name!" 

She flinched even with my low tone. 

"Na...Naomi, sir," she stuttered. 

I nodded, raised my gun and cocked it instantly. 

"Kai, listen...."

"Naomi, where the fuck is my son?" I retorted, aiming the gun at her as she trembled in fright. 

Imani blocked her from me and raised her hands a bit. 

"Kai, no." 

"Get out of the way," 

"I already told you she was with me all through," Imani reminded. 

"Then why does it feel like she wasn't?" I asked without putting down my gun as the girl shuddered behind Imani. 

"She was, Kai. I am telling you the truth. Why won't you listen to me? You never listen to me." 

"The fuck are you on about?" 

"Your Hispanic hoe is responsible for Jamal's disappearance. I told you she is not to be trusted, but you didn't listen. You never listen," she pointed. 

"Get out of the fucking way, and maybe I will listen," 

She stared at me.

"N...no.... please," I heard Naomi mutter behind Imani. 

"Get out of the way, Imani," I repeated. 

"You can't kill her. She was with me the entire time." 

"Get out of the fucking way," I ordered. 

She gulped slightly, accepting my command. She reluctantly moved, making Naomi cry more but silently. 

She stood still, trembling as she held the sides of her dress. 

The dress which is not a staff uniform. 

Wow. Imani took her out in a different attire. 

Fucking awesome. 

I cocked my gun. 

"Kai," Imani called, but I rested my eyes and gun on the little bitch who was still trembling and shuddering. 

I pulled the trigger and shot her shoulder, making her scream and fall on the floor. 

I put down my gun and extended it and my cigar. 

Caleb, one of my boys, took the cigar and the gun from me.

Naomi kept crying in pain while holding where I just shot as I moved my eyes to Imani. 

She is staring at Naomi. 

"Take me to Isadora," I ordered, making her look at me with her unhappy face.