His Life |Sequel To His Assistant|

Chapter Eleven, Part Two.

They all nodded.

The house was pretty big, but not as big as mine.

"You look in the basment. You check the main floor. I'll check upstairs." I said.

"On it." They both said.

I jogged up the stairs.

I went in every room. The four bedrooms. The two bathrooms. She wasn't there.

"Jasmine!" I yelled.

"Jasmine, where are you baby?!" I yelled.

"Chres!!" I heard Ray yell. "I found her!"

I ran downstairs, and down into the basement.

Jasmine was laying in Ray's arms. She was naked and cold.

"Oh my god. Jasmine baby." I said, tears filling the rim of my eyes.

"Chres?" She said, her voice, raspy and weak.

"I'm right here, princess. I'm right here." Tears falling from my eyes.

"C'mon, we gotta get her out of here." August said, from behind me.

"Chres, my stomach hurts." She said.

"I know baby, we're gonna get you out of here." I said, pushing her hair out of her face.

I picked her up and headed up the stairs.

"Oh. My damn." Javon said.

"Take her please." I said, handing her to Chris.

They all headed out to the truck.

I looked at this nigga with pure hatred.

He looked at me and smirked. "She had some good pussy."

That set me off. I went straight to his face.

Blow after blow.

"Chresanto. The cops are coming." Aug, yelled.

I wasn't hearing it. I kept sending blows to the niggas face, and chest.

I didn't even realize that the police were pulling me off of him.

Next thing I know I was being put into the back of a cop car.

The next morning.

"August." The cop yelled. "You're being let go. Your court date will come in the mail."

I sat up, and waited for him to open the cell.

I walked out and grabbed my belongings and exited the jail.

August and Chris were waiting for me outside.

"Hey man." I said, dapping them both up, after hopping in the truck.

"Sup brah."

"Man. I don't even know bro. I honestly don't remember what happened or how I even got here." I said, rubbing my eyes.

"All I know is you beat that nigga like he forreal stole something." Chris said. "I'm surprised you ain't beat him to death."

"Man, that nigga did steal something. He took my wife man. He raped her." I replied. "I should have killed him."

"Well you damn near did that. That nigga got a broken jaw,  and four broken ribs. He missing some teeth too. You fawked him up brah." August laughed.

I looked out the window.

"How's my baby?" I asked.

"She's okay. She's weak." Chris said. "Umm. They did an ultrasound, and they said the babies still look good, and healthy."