Free A Gangsta's Son by Rio

his brains out. Remember that?”
                  I cast a brief glance at the phone screen and saw the name Lacresha, then clicked into the text messages and found a picture of Kisha posing in front of a stripper pole at Arnie’s with a group of chicks. One of the girl’s in the picture with her was the girl from Mone’s stash house.
                  “Where is my girlfriend?”
                  “She’s right here. Bitch got a black eye and a busted lip, but other than that she’s fine. Give me the money you took from Mone and I’ll let her go.”
    “Deal. I got it ready for you now. All I got left is, like, fifty racks, and you can have all of it. Just let her go.”
    “You’re lying to me, Michael Love. I saw what was in that duffle bag. Lie to me again and see if I don’t shoot this bitch in the head.”
    “Wait till I catch you!” is what I wanted to say as I walked to the bedroom to get the money, but I kept my mouth shut. I had to get Kisha back first.
    “Weren’t there four duffle bags?” Cresha asked. “I’m going to round that off to two hundred thousand, and I don’t want a dollar less.”
    “Let me talk to Kisha,” I said, dragging a duffle bag from under the bed.
    Seconds later, Kisha’s sobbing voice filled my ear and traveled straight down to my heart. I sat on the bed and let a long, heart-felt sigh escape me. Scrilla Man and Tyrone joined me on the bed.
    “I’m… I’m okay,” Kisha said. “Please, just give them the money. Give it to them so I can come home. Please , Mikey, I don’t wanna die.”
    “I will, baby. Stay calm. I’ma take care of this.”
    “Of course you will,” Lacresha cut in. “We’ll meet on the front steps of John Hay Public School at midnight; 1025 North Laramie Avenue. Oh, and bring the boy that killed my brother with you.”
    She hung up and I turned to Tyrone.
    “I heard her,” he said.
    We sat in silence for a moment until Joe-Joe and Shay shouted for us to turn to the ABC 7 News. I cut on the TV and flipped to the channel.
    Breaking News:
    “Chicago Police are advising the public to be on the lookout for this African-American woman, Lacresha Radcliff. She’s allegedly responsible for the murder of 40-year-old Michael Love Sr., who was killed last week inside his home in the 1300 block of South Troy Street. Police say the second man that was killed there is Suspect Radcliff’s brother…”
    I gazed at the photo of Lacresha Radcliff with my teeth clenched tightly together. Until now, I had never in my life wanted to harm a woman; especially not a black woman. I love black women.
    But Lacresha?
    “That bitch gotta go,” I murmured coldly.

~Chapter 31~
    I gave Tyrone the keys to the Expedition and sent him and Joe-Joe out to drop a quarter pound of Kush off to my nigga Chubb. The remaining four of us sat at the kitchen table passing around blunts of Kush and shooting ideas back and forth while they helped me count out the $200,000.
    “I ain’t know you had this much money,” Scrilla Man said.
    “Fuck this money,” I replied through a cloud of smoke. “This money got Pops killed, got my nigga shot, and now it just got my girl kidnapped. I was better off without this shit.”
    Rose shook his head from left to right. “You can’t let that bitch get away wit’ all this bread, fam. We can park down the street somewhere, catch her leavin’ and bang her whip up wit’ them choppas.”
    “I just gotta get Kisha first. It’s whatever after that.” I pushed a $20,000 stack of hundreds to the side and kept counting.
    The doorbell rang ten minutes later. I picked up my Glock 33 and Rose followed me to the front and down the stairs. I put my eye to the peephole, then hid the pistol under my shirt and opened the door.
    It was Lil Cholly, the TVL who owned the custom detailing shop where I had taken my father’s old Chevy. Lil Cholly was a big timer in the hood, and everybody knew it. He’d been moving kilos