IN TOO DEEP [SEQUEL]

Twenty-Three

He pinched the bridge of his nose then nodded. I could tell he was trying to keep his temper under control.

"Ima' forget this crazy shit 'chu talkin' cause I know you hurt right na'. Watch ya' fuckin' mouth Natasha! We both hea' right na' cause we BOTH fucked up! Don't put this shit all on me. Instead of placing blame, we need ta' figure out how the fuck we gon' get our son back!"

"She's gonna' kill him August!" I broke down but he caught me before I hit the ground.

He pulled me in close then rocked me back and forth as I cried into his chest.

"Let it out mama. Let it out." He rubbed my back.

"What am I gonna do!? I feel like my heart is gone! I'm empty without him! Please get him back August. Promise me."

"Ima get him back baybeh. I promise. I promise."

Zeeeeeeeeep, Zeeeeeeeeep!

My phone vibrated, showing an incoming call from an unknown number.

We bothed looked at each other as to say "It's him".

"Hello?" I spoke as if I wasn't crying.

"Mommy...can you please come and get me?"

"Amir! Amir yes baby! Where are you?"

"I'm with Auntie Leslie. She says to meet her at the spot in seventy two hours or she will kill me."

I looked August, wide eyed as he held my hand tight.

"Amir, listen to me. Nothing is gonna happen to you ok? I promise."

"Ok."

"Mommy loves you and-"

The phone hung up cutting my sentence short. I took a deep breath knowing that it was time for me to be strong. I knew Leslie wasn't gonna stop until one of us were dead.

"Hold it ta'getha' mama. We got company." August whispered.

"Hello. I'm Detective Stevens and this is my partner Detective Folkes."

Detective Stevens was an older black man that stood at about six feet with a head full of gray hair. Detective folkes was a heavy set black woman that stood at about five seven with her hair pulled back into a bun.

Neither I or August spoke back, we just stood there waiting for him to continue.

"Do you know what happened in there tonight?" He looked back and forth at the both of us.

"Nah." August spoke.

"Do you know if anyone had a personal vendetta against them or were they involved in drugs?" Detective Folkes questions.

"Nah." August answered plainly.

Detective Folkes nodded, "Ok. Well if you can think of anything or you know who may have done this, give us a call." She handed us a card.

Leslie

"Do you think he will be ok alone at the warehouse?" Peaches asked.

We were in my hotel suite and I laid in the king size bed with an ice pack to my lip.

"If you don't know by now, I don't really give a fuck. Since you care so much, take your ass there with the little bastard." I looked at my freshly manicured nails.