Honor Thy Thug (28 page)

“Ayyy, I’m just the producer.” He picked up his drink and made a toast to the air.

I grabbed Kaylin’s hand, ready to go. He got the hint. “So you coming back later?” I wanted to know. Because I wasn’t. I dragged him towards the elevators.

“I might, depends on how I feel. Why? You got something for me to get into?” He licked his lips looking me up and down.

“Always.”

“Well, that ain’t gonna take all night,” he teased, throwing his arm around my neck and kissing me on the neck.

“You don’t know that.” I wrapped my arm around his waist, and we stepped onto the elevators and rode down, locked in a kiss. When it stopped, we stepped out onto the bottom level of the garage.

“Don’t make a scene, just walk with us,” a voice barked. At first, I was thinking that he wasn’t talking to us. But when I turned around to see three dudes in what looked like janitor uniforms, I tried to remain calm. These niggas had rolled up on us with guns. We were about to get jacked.

“Yo, son, tell your wife to keep going. You have to come with us,” the light-skinned one ordered.

What the fuck? How does he know I’m the wife?
I thought as I held Kaylin tighter. I studied their faces and was glad that they were dumb enough not to have them covered up.

“What? Y’all here to rob me?” Kaylin calmly asked them.

“Nah, homey. We just need you to go with us.” They kept the guns pointed at us.

“Aiight. But just make sure you let my wife go.”

“Let your wife go? I already told you we are here for you, not her.”

I held Kaylin that much tighter. He looked at the two goons standing in front of him, and I peeked at the one who was directly behind us.

“Baby, go ahead home. I’ll be there later.”

I panicked. “No!” I blurted out. “If they take you, they gotta take me, too.” I balled up a fistful of his shirt. If they wanted me to turn him loose, they were going to have to cut my arm off.

“Babe, go ahead.” He was stern, and his whole demeanor changed, but I didn’t care.

“Yeah, babe.” One of the goons in front mocked him as he went to grab me. Kaylin blocked him.

“Don’t touch my wife!” Kaylin hissed.
Splat!
The goon smacked Kaylin, slammed him in the face with his gun. I was now scared to death but even more determined not to leave.

“Man, the next time you use your hands for anything, I’m releasing one in you,” the one with the YMCMB fitted cap threatened.

“That’s what you’re going to have to do, because I don’t let muthafuckas put their hands on my wife.”

“I’m not leaving my husband.”

“Red!” Kaylin gritted at me.

“Kaylin, I’m not leaving you.”

The goon in front of me got in my face. “Lady, don’t be stupid. Turn your man loose. I’m not gonna say it again.”

“I’m not saying it again, either. I’m not turning him loose.”

“Red, c’mon, now.” Kay was trying to get me to turn him loose.

“Baby, no. Please don’t make me go.” I was more petrified of leaving Kaylin’s side than of the three guns.

Then the goon in the front grabbed me by my arm, and all hell broke loose. We started scrappin’. The three of them against us, with Kaylin trying to use his body to block me. We were having a good run until we both ended up on the ground with cocked barrels pressed up against our temples and another one pressed up against our foreheads. But guess what? I was still holding onto Kaylin’s shirt.

“Y’all muthafuckas gonna have to shoot me!” I yelled out, all out of breath, hoping that someone around would hear me.

“Man, fuck this, look how much time we wasted! Rock this bitch to sleep,” the angriest out of all three of them said. “Boss man ain’t say nothing about no bitch, so we can get two for one since she ride or die.”

“Shit, let her go, because we need to get the fuck outta here. Look how much time we already wasted! Get him in the car, and pop the trunk,” the one wearing the YMCMB cap said.

The goon in back of me punched my arm, causing me to let go of Kaylin. The other two forced him into the backseat, and YMCMB dragged me to the back of the car. He popped the trunk. “You wanted to go, right?” He picked my ass up as if I only weighed five pounds and threw me into the trunk, slamming it shut. I smelled gas, and it felt like I was lying on top of shovels and brooms.

“Why the fuck y’all gotta take her?” I heard Kaylin ask. His voice was muffled, and I strained to hear whatever else I could. I felt something crawl on me.

Damn, what the hell was I thinking?

I was on my way to the studio, hoping to put the finishing touches on this new song. I was anxious for my boss, Kay to hear it. “Yo—” I was bent down in my car, peeking over the dashboard with the phone glued to my ear, not wanting to believe what I was seeing. It was some shit that I only rapped about.

“Where you at? Time is money!” Heart Throb, who was producing about half of my next album, yelled out.

“Yo, I just left the garage—”

“You just left? You need to get your ass up here in the studio.”

“Throb, they got Boss Man. I saw them, and they threw Boss Lady in the trunk. I saw it!”

“Who? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Throb, they’re in a black sedan! They gotta be New Yorkers
because they got New York plates. I’m following them. I’m about to call the police, so I gotta go.” I hung up and dialed 911 as I followed the black sedan. They were flying. I had to speed to keep up.

“Nine-one-one, is this an emergency?”

“Yes, it is! I just saw my boss get shoved into a black sedan and his wife thrown into the trunk. The kidnappers had guns!”

“Where are they now?”

“In the car! Didn’t you hear what I just said? I’m following them!”

“Ma’am, can you see the license plates?”

“Yes. They have New York tags, H47-2499.”

“I have that, ma’am. Thank you. Now, you said a black sedan?”

“Yes, a black sedan! I’m looking right at it. Hurry up! It looks like they are headed for the George Washington Bridge.”

“Ma’am, we have it from here. It is too dangerous for you to be following them. We will take it from here.”

“How can you take it from here? Where’s the police? I don’t see any police around, and yes, we’re headed for the bridge! If something happens to my bosses . . . I’ma make sure you lose this job. They record these calls,” I threatened the operator.

“Ma’am!”

I hung up and dialed 911 again. We were going over the George Washington Bridge heading for Jersey. Fuck the NYPD! I needed to get the Jersey police on the line. “Damn it!” I found myself experiencing road rage. A car jumped in front of me, and I dropped my cell phone. I was weaving in and out of traffic.

“Nine-one-one. Nine-one-one, hello.”

“Hello! Don’t hang up!” I yelled. “I dropped my phone! Please
don’t hang up. Give me a minute. It’s an emergency. There has been a kidnapping, and they had guns.”

I was feeling all down the sides of the seats for my phone while trying to watch the road. I was way beyond frustrated. I slammed on the brakes, almost ramming into the car in front of me. The traffic slowed a little bit. I damn near did gymnastics reaching on the floor for my cell while driving.

“I got it! I got it! Are you still there?”

“Ma’am, I’m here.” This time, it was a man.

“My name is Lily Penzera, and my bosses where kidnapped by gunpoint. They are in a black sedan, license plate H47-2499 NY. We are on the George Washington Bridge. This is my second time calling.”

“How many suspects in the sedan, ma’am?”

“Three gunmen, my boss Kaylin Santos, and his wife Angel Santos.”

“Are you on the bridge going to New Jersey or into New York?”

“New Jersey. Hurry! I’m trying not to lose them.”

“You are not supposed to be following them, ma’am. We will take it from here.”

I lost it. “I am not fucking hanging up or stopping following until I see a police car. What if I lose them—”

“Ma’am. Please.”

“What if I lose them?”

“You are not supposed to be following them.”

“Fuck you!” I would die if I lost them. I had to keep up. I owed it to Bossman. He saved my life literally and to took me off of the streets. He was like a father to me. I could pull out my strap and shoot at them but what if they crashed? What if I fucked it up? It was a chance I had to take.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. There I was in the backseat with two guns on me, and Angel was back there in the trunk. I was kicking myself for not being strapped. Sometimes, I allowed this legit shit to take me off of my square. From listening and watching these lames, I thought their motive was robbery, but then I got the impression that they were going to kill me. But when the one named Herb was on the phone, I got the impression that he was talking to my brother, Kyron.

“Yo, it’s me, Herb. Yeah, I got him. We picked them up as they stepped into the garage. Yeah. I checked his waist. He didn’t have his hammer on him. His wife wouldn’t leave him. We had to bring her. Huh, I ain’t saying too much. Hello. Hello?”

“Nigga, he hung up on you because you
was
saying too much,” YMCMB cap said. His name was Knowledge.

My guess was that Kyron was mad because I checked him about raping Tasha and put him on blast in front of Mari, so now he was in retaliation mode. The nigga was officially crazy. I knew one thing for sure, I was taking a burner from one of these muthafuckas. I wasn’t going out without taking at least one of these niggas with me.

“So where we going? Let me speak to my brother right quick. Get him back on the phone,” I said to Herb, just to see if I could get him to confirm my hunch.

“Too late for that.”

“Why? I need to talk to him.”

“Shut up, fool!” Knowledge said.

Damn
. So Kyron was gettin’ grimy with it. Then my thoughts went to Red back there in the trunk. “Y’all can do whatever with
me, but I’ma need y’all to let my wife go. I know my brother didn’t say anything about my wife.” Nobody responded to me.

After we came off the GW going into Jersey, we took the exit that said
The Ridgefields
and drove for miles until we came up on a graveyard.
I’ll be damned
. We pulled into the graveyard and drove around a circle and made a left. The car came to a stop. Herb, who was in the front, got out of the car. The two goons in the back with me made me get out with my hands behind my head. I seized the opportunity and swung around, trying to grab a burner. Both of the fools pounced on me as if I had stolen something.

“Chill! Chill!” Herb barked. “Keep him alive, niggas!”

They laid me face down on the ground and tied my wrists behind my back. I felt helpless. I looked up, and when the trunk came open, Angel popped up, swinging a crow bar. The dude slammed the trunk on her head. She screamed out. I was hoping that they hadn’t killed my baby.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” He spat.

They dragged me over to a grave. “You see what this tombstone says? ‘Betrayal is worse than slaughter.’ Think about that, son.”

I looked close, and it damn sure said those words. My brother actually went through the trouble of getting a headstone made. They pushed me down into the already-dug hole. I fell headfirst into a wooden coffin. I groaned. It was fucked up for me both physically and mentally. My own brother wanted to bury me alive.

“Kaylin! Where are you? Kaylin! Kaylin!” I heard Angel yelling out. They finally brought her over to the hole that I was in, and she was kicking and screaming. The angry nigga was trying to throw her in, but she wasn’t having it. Finally, he succeeded, and
she came crashing on top of me, damn near crushing my ribs. There we were, looking at each other face-to-face.

“Owww,” she screamed out in pain.

“Red, hurry up. Untie me! These niggas are getting ready to bury us alive! We gotta get out of here.” As soon as I said that, the muthafuckas had the nerve to take the top of the coffin and lower it on top of us. We were crammed together, barely able to move. Angel was feeling under me, struggling to untie me.

“This is some bullshit! Who dug this deep-ass hole? We gonna be in here all night tryna fill this bitch up,” I heard Knowledge say. “Just shoot ’em, and let’s bounce.”

“If we shoot ’em, we still gotta cover them up, you dummy. And the instructions were to bury him alive,” Herb said. “And fool, you was supposed to fill up the coffin!”

“With what? Two bodies and dirt can’t fit in that little box.” Knowledge spat.

“This is still some bullshit,” the high-yellow brother said. I never got his name. “Just throw the dirt on it. The dirt will weigh it down. Them niggas ain’t going anywhere if they tied up. I’m hungry, shit.”

With the sound of every thump hitting the wood coffin, a knot formed in my throat. It was nauseating. Red began to sob quietly as the weight of the dirt heightened the pressure of the closed coffin. Her body began to shake with fear but she was still struggling to untie me. She was having a hard time working under my body weight. I could feel her beginning to panic.

“Stay focused baby. You can do this.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I can feel it loosening up.”

“But I can’t.”

“Red, focus!” She was finally able to loosen up the rope, and I wiggled my wrists free.

“Babe, stop crying. I told you to take your stubborn ass back inside. But no! You said, ‘I love my man! I’ma ride or die!’” I tried to make light of the situation.

“Forget you, Kaylin!” She released a slight chuckle but kept on crying. “What are we going to do, now?” She whispered.

“I’m thinking, babe. I’m thinking.” I got serious and the only thing I could do was say what I was feeling. “I love you more than life itself. And you made mines worth living. Baby, I have no regrets.”

I could feel her beginning to shake again. She began to panic. “No, not like this! We can’t die like this!” She was raising her voice.

“Red, calm down, baby. I need you to stay calm,” I said, trying not to panic my damn self. Because the reality of the situation was beginning to set in. You could hear the dirt being tossed on top of the coffin.