CHAPTER TWENTY

HOLLYWOOD

 

Hollywood sat outside of Nikki’s house in the backseat of a black van with no windows. Doc was driving and to the left and right of Hollywood were Cliff and Lewis his hit men. Who were ready to move on his word.

 

From Hollywood’s viewpoint he could see Nikki getting dressed in her bedroom window. He couldn’t get over how well put together she was. In a sense Nikki was a ten and the red lace underwear set she wore showcased her silky chocolate skin and in his opinion she looked good enough to eat.

 

I can’t believe that bitch is gay. He thought to himself. “Go in and bring her to me,” he told his men.

 

“You still want us to kill her right?” Man One questioned.

 

Hollywood looked at her body through the window again and took in her beauty. “Nah, bring her to me unharmed if you can.” He pointed at him. “But if not, and she puts up a fight, do what you have to, to get her out that house.” He rubbed his hands together. “But close the curtains before doing anything. If we can see what’s going on in her room somebody else will too.”

 

“Got it, Hollywood.” Man One replied.

 

The van’s doors opened and they quickly moved to Nikki’s house to handle business, while Hollywood remained inside and thought about his wife. After everything was resolved, and she was home, he had no intention of allowing her to live in that house anymore. As a matter of fact he already purchased a beautiful home in the Buckhead area of Atlanta with enough elegance and landscape to make her feel like a queen.

 

From their bedroom she would be able to see a luscious green garden with the most beautiful colored flowers the mind could imagine. After this, it was definitely time for his wife to sit back, entertain close friends and family and enjoy the trap queen’s lifestyle.

 

After about fifteen minutes of waiting on his men to return, Hollywood noticed the blinds were drawn. But where was the female? And where were his men? “What’s taking them so fucking long?” He asked himself. “I know they can handle that bitch. She can’t be more than a buck twenty if that.”

 

“You want me to go check?” Doc asked.

 

He shook his head softly and eyed the window again. “No, but you can come with me. I’m tired of waiting around.”

 

Before they both exited, Hollywood observed his surroundings before going inside. From what he could see there was no one looking. Feeling confident, both of them slid out of the van and crept toward the back of the house. When the coast was clear, Doc popped the lock. Once inside Hollywood felt confident that they were alone, but where was his men?

 

“Something ain’t right, boss,” Doc whispered as they both moved toward the living room. “Why don’t you go wait back in the van and let me handle this.” Doc removed his .9mm that was tucked in the back of his jeans. “I’ll take things over from here. You don’t have to worry.”

 

“Nah, fuck that. I’m not goin’ anywhere until I get that bitch,” he replied as they moved further into the house. “They got my wife I want what’s theirs.” He paused. “Plus I need to see for myself what’s going on.”

 

As Hollywood walked further down the hallway he observed the pictures on the wall. Nikki was posed in most of them along with an older woman. Hollywood figured she was Nikki’s mother and wondered where she was at the moment. Hopefully for her she wasn’t in the house with her daughter.

 

When they finally made it to the only closed door in the hallway, Hollywood released his .45. On his signal Doc looked at him and Hollywood nodded. Doc pushed the door open a little and aimed inside. But when the door wouldn’t open fully, he pushed again. It was then that they saw Cliff’s body on the floor.

 

“Fuck is this?” Doc asked bending down. He placed his finger on Cliff’s neck to check for a pulse. But his eyes were wide open so he knew he was gone.

 

Besides, now that they had a clearer view they could see bullet holes riddled throughout his torso and blood was everywhere. When they looked across the room they also saw Lewis’s body slumped over the edge of a chair. Bullet wounds covered his neck and chest as well.

 

“Boss, I really think you need to leave.” Doc looked at him, his gun now trembling. Could a female actually cause this much harm?

 

“Like I said, I’m staying,” Hollywood responded. Despite the grim situation he couldn’t help but smile. Even though he sent two men to take care of her, it appeared as if Nikki was able to switch the tables around. In his mind Nikki proved to be as dangerous as she was beautiful. Still, after the great violation of killing his men, Hollywood needed to get his hands on her immediately. For one he needed her as collateral to get his wife back and for two he needed her for revenge.

 

“Come on out, Nikki,” Hollywood said. “You took two of my men but I promise you we won’t be so easy.”

 

“Yeah, I’ve been firing a gun since I was twelve,” Doc added, looking under the bed, hoping she could hear him.

 

“Needless to say we’re both about this shit.” Hollywood looked into the closet. They went from room to room and nothing. But she wasn’t a ghost so he wondered where she could be.

 

After thirty more seconds of searching Doc said, “I don’t think she’s in here.”

 

Although Hollywood hated to admit it he said, “Me either. Fuck!” He scratched his head. “The question is where she go? We were outside in the van before we came inside. I know I didn’t see her leave.”

 

“Let me check the front of the house,” Doc said.

 

They eased through the house some more and arrived at the kitchen. At their feet they observed a trail of blood leading toward the back door. “One of my men must’ve got that bitch,” Hollywood said.

 

“Looks like it.” Doc added.

 

Guns still aimed, both of them dipped into the backyard, on a quest to find Nikki. In the back of the house was a broken down truck but when they checked the vehicle she wasn’t there either. It was as if she vanished into thin air.

 

“Let’s go look for her on the streets,” Hollywood said. “She might be on foot.”

 

They dipped into the van and searched the city. But thirty minutes passed and still they couldn’t locate her anywhere. Irritated, and defeated, Hollywood pulled out his phone and called Crystal. “I got your sister’s girlfriend.” He lied. “I think her name is Nikki and I’m coming for Tiffani next.” He paused. “Now if you hurt my wife I will—”

 

“You not gonna do shit but what I say to you next,” Crystal paused. “Now I’m gonna give you an address, and I expect to see you at that location. If not I’m gonna be burying your wife alive.”

 

“Bitch, you better—”

 

“You got one hour!” She ended the call.