Chapter 19

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Justus-

I pulled up to the trap house with Devonte to see if we can locate Mayla and Shana.

"Yo Tremaine you think you can track this number?" I handed my phone to Tremaine so he could see what he could do with it. Devonte went to the other side of the trap asking if anyone knew about the shooting that happened.

I watched as Tremaine messed with the computer for 32 minutes before he turned back to me. "It's blocked. I can't find anything." I punched the nearest wall as I let out a string of curse words. Messiah would probably flick my lip by now.

"There's nothing you can do?"

He let out a sigh thinking. The look of realization came across his face. "There's something I can do but It'll take a couple days, it could be weeks depending on how smart the user of that phone was."

I nodded my head walking away from him anything was better than nothing. "Devonte I'm heading back to the shop real quick," I told Devonte. "You want me to come with?" I shook my head no walking away.

"Go see Tanya," I told him. Tanya about to drop in like a month and she been having some problems with her pregnancy. Devonte haven't been to see her in a week because he been trying to help me find Mayla and Shana. I told him to go home but he said he wanna find his 'niece'.

I got in my car driving to the shop. I was going to talk to Braylen, Mayla and him were pretty close when him and Messiah were fuck buddies. I walked into the shop immediately going to his room. When I swung open his door he looked up alarmed, his face Paling at the sight of me.

"Braylen let me talk to you real quick,"

"I'm busy," he motioned to his patient. I don't give a fuck.

"I'm going to count to ten and if you're not at the back of the shop when those ten seconds are up I'm going to shoot your house up and you may or may not be in it."

The patient looked up at me with terror in her eyes hearing my not so empty threat. I don't give two shits. "One....two....three," I walked to the back of the shop.

Seven....eight.....nine....

I looked up seeing him running. I guess he knew I would do it too. "Do you know where Mayla is?" He quickly shook his head no. "When was the last time you talked to her?" I asked again. "About two weeks ago." I watched as his eyes looked around.

He's lying.

"When was the last time you really talked to her?" I gave him a second chance pulling my gun from the waist.

He started to visibly shake.

"I- I- yesterday," he stuttered.

"What do you know about Messiah's shooting?"

"Nothing."

He's lying again.

I roughed him up, tucking my gun back in my waist band. I pulled him to the parking lot bringing him to my car. Since he wants to keep lying we can do this the hard way. I pushed him to the back seat putting a blind fold over his eyes before I got in the front.

"Take it off and i'll shoot your ass right here."

He started to cry. I didn't even do anything yet.

"Where are you taking me, I didn't do it!" He screamed.

"Shut yo loud ass up, you gon' bring attention to my car." And he did shut up. I pulled out my phone and called Devonte. "Hello?" He said.

"You went home?"

""Nah I'm still here."

"I thought I told your ass to go home,"

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