Free The Prada Plan 2: Leah's Story by Ashley Antoinette Page B

Chase, and the girls know to be low key.
    “I’ve got a feeling that Agent Norris has a hard-on for a nigga like me. He would love nothing more than to see me in jail, so I have to play the cut and act accordingly,” he replied.
    YaYa could hear the anxiety in his tone, and she looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, Indie,” she said.
    “Don’t be. As long as this brings our daughter home, there is nothing to be sorry about. She’s worth more than a little inconvenience,” he said. “Now, get ready for the cameras. They are going to want a statement.”
     
     
    YaYa watched nervously as every national news station in the country littered her front lawn. Skylar’s case miraculously made the headlines all over. Out of all the little missing black girls out there, somehow Skylar was interesting enough to make the cut. Her face was amongst all the white news stories. Nancy Grace, MSNBC, Fox, and every local station were all waiting anxiously to witness the reaction of her parents. They were all waiting to either support or persecute Disaya Morgan.
    YaYa stood on the podium in front of her home as she looked out on the flashing lights in front of her. There were so many microphones shoved in her face and cameras aimed directly at her that they made her shake nervously. Her eyes watered as the intense pressure of the moment stifled her. The statement that she was about to make would be broadcast live all over the state of Texas.
    She looked over to Indie for support, and he nodded his head confidently. The subtle wink that he gave her sent a wave a reassurance over her, and finally she found her voice to speak.
    “My name is Disaya Morgan. Two days ago, my daughter Skylar was taken from my home in the middle of the night. She’s not even a year old. She needs to be with her family…with me. Please do not hurt my baby girl. I will do anything for her safe return. She is all I have. This is a mother’s plea. To the person responsible for taking her…I beg of you, please just return her to me unharmed.”
    The look of worry on her face could not be faked by the best of actresses. YaYa was distraught, and as the media and the police watched her step down from the podium, they all felt a little bit of her pain. It was as if she had chipped off a tiny piece of it and placed it in their hands.
    It was then that Agent Norris concluded that she was not a part of this escapade, but as he looked at Indie, he wasn’t so sure. He could smell a drug dealer from a mile away, and Indie fit the bill. The arrogance and shrewd authority that Indie possessed was a dead giveaway. He was a hustler, and his swagger was too great to conceal. He was too large, and despite the fact that his operation ran with efficiency, he still drew attention.
    As YaYa stepped off of the platform, she walked directly into Indie’s warm embrace. Although there were people all around him, when her head hit his chest, everyone else disappeared. She closed her eyes and exhaled as he rocked her gently from side to side.
    “You did good, ma. Everything will be okay,” he said. The more he said it, the better it made her feel, but inside, he was well aware that this thing could end badly.
    She looked up at him and frowned. Her heartbeat quickened, but everything else seemed to move in slow motion as she noticed the red dot appear in the middle of his chest. She stepped back from him instinctively and fixed her mouth to warn him, but before the words could even leave her mouth, the red dot was replaced with a red hole.
    Muffled by a silencer, the gunshot gave off no sound. Indie gripped his chest as his mouth fell open in an O of horror. The hot lead spread through his chest like a wildfire, burning his insides and tearing apart his organs as he collapsed forward into YaYa’s arms.
    Everything happened so fast and discreet that it wasn’t until YaYa screamed that the crowd realized something had gone horribly wrong.
    “Somebody help me!” she shouted