CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

HOLLYWOOD

 

Hollywood walked downstairs in the basement of the car dealership he owned, with Doc following his every step in protection mode. Ms. Burton sat tied up on a metal chair and her mouth was duct taped.

 

Behind Hollywood were four of his men who were waiting on orders on what Hollywood’s next wish would be. Ms. Burton was visibly shaken and afraid and it made a lot of sense. For starters she didn’t know what was happening and why. Every so often she would look around, waiting for the next vile move but as of yet nothing happened.

 

“Has either of them bitches called yet,” Hollywood asked one of his men. “This shit is taking longer than I wanted.”

 

“No, we been sitting by the phone though,” one man responded. “We on full charge too.” He raised his cell phone.

 

“Well this doesn’t make much sense,” Hollywood said looking down at her. “Why wouldn’t they call for their own mother?” He observed Monique’s shivering body. “Do your children fuck with you?” He asked although he needed no response. In his opinion it was evident by their actions.

 

“Don’t hurt me, young man,” she mumbled through tape. “Please. You don’t have to do this.”

 

“They’re probably waiting to see if you’ll give them the money they asking for first,” Doc said.

 

“Yeah, before they return your wife,” another responded.

 

“Nah, they probably don’t think I’ll hurt her,” Hollywood responded. “If they do feel that way they don’t know me very well.” He paused. “Check that phone again, Doc. Is it on?”

 

“Yep,” he raised the phone in the air for the fifth time for the evening. It was like Hollywood was stalling on making a move. “I got full signal strength and everything. Still no call though.”

 

Hollywood looked down and ran his hand down his face. He hated himself for never considering the angle that his wife could be kidnapped, let alone by two women. In his mind people weren’t idiotic enough to fuck with her but he was wrong. In the pursuit of money some would rob anybody.

 

“You know what, find that chick,” Hollywood demanded.

 

“Who, sir?” Dock asked.

 

“The one I left alive to give the message who obviously did not because there is no word on my wife.” He paused. “Had I known they didn’t care about their mother I would’ve snatched that dyke bitch instead.”

 

“I’ll find out where the aggressive female is, sir.” Doc said, referring to Tiffani. Before leaving he walked over to Hollywood and whispered into his ear.

 

“Oh yeah, go back to that Nikki girl’s house too. The one the dyke said is dating Tasha. As a matter of fact bring me both of them. With both I’m sure they’ll be willing to hand over my wife then.” Hollywood turned to walk up the stairs.

 

“But, sir,” the soldier said. “What do we do about their mother in the meantime?”

“You know what, kill that bitch.” He shrugged. “I’m not running a babysitting service.”