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  Mesmerized

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  Belleza

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  KEKE

  “I’m sorry… Mr. Moseley…” I watched the receptionist flip through the paperwork and shake her head. “Za’naa was picked up already.”

  “By who!” he spat. My body jumped and standing next to him I felt the heat rising off his body. I placed my hand on his arm to calm him down, but he snatched away from me and walked around the counter and got in the woman's face. I darted to where they stood and wedged my body in between them to create some distance. The poor white woman looked terrified, and I’m sure she was ready to call the cops on his crazy ass. I mean, Zayne was over six feet tall with a dangerous demeanor, shit, I’d fear for my life too.

  “Baby,” I tried to reason with him. “There’s another way we can handle this. Let’s go around the corner.”

  “Nah, fuck that! Y’all know no one is allowed to pick up my daughter unless it’s me. Who came and fucking got her?!”

  The lady took in a big gulp of air, and I prayed that God was able to work his magic and calm his ass down.

  “Let me see, Mr. Moseley…” the woman scrambled around the desk and started punching the keys to her desktop while the other woman who was more than likely glad Zayne wasn’t coming for her was rummaging through the early dismissal log.

  Zayne punched a hole through the wall, and I hurriedly pulled my phone out to text to Asahd. I damn sure couldn’t control Zayne… maybe his brothers would be able to tame him. After I let Asahd know Za’naa was taken from school and there was a good chance someone was going to die or his brother was going to be locked up and slipped my phone back into the pocket of my jeans.

  “Mr. Moseley… it says she was picked up by her mother.”

  He turned around so fast, I almost stumbled into the countertop. Her mother? I swore this woman was across the United States somewhere.

  “How was her mother able to get her?! She’s not on the list!” he roared.

  Again, the ladies jumped from his outburst. “She came with police and legal documentation stating that she had custody of Za’naa. We had no choice but to release her.” The woman flipped through the pages some more. “Her name is Qwinae Benjamin.”

  Without saying another word, Zayne stormed out of the office, and I rushed behind him frantically pecking at my screen, this time texting Camille. I wasn’t sure if she was with him, but I was positive she had a greater chance of getting through to him.

  Zayne had his phone to his ear asking someone for Qwinae’s number. I didn’t know what to do but whoever was on the other end of the phone calmed him down some. He dragged his hands down his hands and released a deep breath.

  “A’ight,” he told them and then ended the call.

  He rounded the car to the driver side and I got in on the passenger side taking his hand in mine once I was seated.

  “I don’t think she will hurt Za’naa. She’s her mother.”

  The muscles in his jaw flexed and he gripped my hand. His eyes were dark and he was staring straight through the windshield. His grip was painful but I sucked it up knowing this was better than him tearing up the streets. I didn’t know much about Qwinae besides the fact she left her child. It was fucked up, but maybe she changed. Granted, this was a terrible way to come back into the child’s life, she was still her mother. Time or distance couldn’t change that.

  “She’s trying to hurt me,” he spoke lowly.

  “What can I do? Do you want me to go reason with her so we can get Naa back?”

  “My aunt and uncle think its best I let them handle it.”

  I agree!

  I thought to myself because I knew Zayne and how he felt about his child. He will send a bullet straight through anyone’s head that fucked with who he loved.

  He released my hand and started up the car. I rummaged inside of my purse and got the bag of Kush and Dutch master I always kept just in case scenarios. Zayne was a true pothead. I believed he blew it down more than Bob Marley did. He was able to control it around Za’naa, but when he wasn’t with her he had his share of the good shit

  I cracked open the blunt and emptied the guts before I crushed the bud in between my fingers and sprinkled it into the wrap. Zayne was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize what I was doing until I put the blunt in between my lips and lit the end toking it only to make sure it was fully lit. I was an athlete so smoking wasn’t something I indulged in.

  I passed Zayne the blunt and he happily took it smirking slightly.

  “That’s why I love your ass,” he said releasing the smoke out the window.

  I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “It’s one of the reasons why you love me.”

  He simply nodded his head and continued to allow the weed to simmer him down. It worked a little bit. When we got back to his house I was startled to see Camille sitting on the sofa.

  “Girl, this the wrong time to be sitting in his house announced,” I said holding my chest. “Where’s Asahd? I’ve been texting the both of y’all since we left the school.”

  I slapped my hand against my forehead. If there was anyone that didn’t need to go over there was definitely Asahd. That nigga had no chill.

  “This is not going to turn out so good.”

  “Sup Camille,” Zayne greeted and walked to the back of the house pulling out his phone.

  As soon as I sat down next to Camille on the couch the door opened and Johan emerged with anger written all over his face. Out of the three of them he was the most outgoing one but at the moment I didn’t think any of the Moseley’s were to be fucked with.

  “Where’s Zayne?” I pointed to the back of the house and he stormed past us. If it had been anyone else they would’ve gotten cured out for just questioning me. No hello, how you doing nothing. I wasn’t fucking with Johan though, he swole as fuck and I ain’t want no smoke with him.

  “They’re all black and angry,” Camille giggled.

  “Worst combo ever. The princess of the gang is gone, and they’re ready to take lives.”

  “They really love her. As soon as Asahd found out he gave me the key and told me to wait for y’all in here.”

  I eyed her. “Speaking of which shawty… what you doing with Asahd? I thought you ain’t like him?”

  A lopsided goofy grin was spread across Camille’s face. “Just because I’m around him doesn’t mean I like him… a like that,” she added.

  I waved my hand at her. “I call bullshit and you should be ashamed for even trying to be spitting that lie to me.”

  Camille balled up her hand and hit my shoulder. “Gold flowers?”

  “They were beautiful weren’t they?” I questioned smiling.

  “Beautiful and expensive.”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “It ain’t you
r money and he’s trying that’s what counts right? There’s a first time for everything and I told you Asahd wasn’t that bad. He’s rough around the edges but ain’t nothing Milly can’t smooth out.”

  “So what’s going on?” she asked changing the subject. I peeped it but I was going to find out one way or the other what her and the youngest Moseley was up to.

  “Apparently, Za’naa’s mother is back in town and snatched her up from the school.”

  “Kidnapping.”

  “She’s not retarded. She got the police involved and she had it in black and white that she had custody of her. From what I know Za’naa really doesn’t know her. She left before she turned one.”

  “The little girl is six. Why cause all this chaos now. I’m sure if she handled it differently he would’ve allowed her to see Za’naa.”

  “Wrong,” I replied. “Don’t let this lovey dovey shit fool you. Zayne is mean as hell. He really don’t fuck with her mom like that and I’m sure she knows which is why she chose to take the little girl the way she did.”

  “This is just crazy,” Camille mumbled shaking her head. “Do you think that you can’t handle what they bring to the table… they’re good men, but they’re—”

  “Dangerous,” I cut her off and lifted my shoulders swiftly. “I’m fully aware. I’m not no gangsta or anything, but what they do is nothing new. Regardless of what neighborhood we lived in violence still revolved around us. Does it bother you?”

  Camille shook her head and then responded verbally. “No it doesn’t. It’s just was mind boggling. He shot him with no hesitation. Blood was everywhere and the look in his eyes were terrifying it was…”

  “Dark,” I added in because I knew exactly what she was speaking about. I saw Zayne snap like that a few time. Now it was safe to assume all the Moseley men had that switch in them.

  “I know you’re not green to this shit, but you will find out a lot more information than you can handle. You may even get mixed emotions. Trust me, I know first-hand dealing with a Moseley take a lot of patience and understanding. We’re in good hands, and I think you lucked up and got the one that have absolutely no sense.”

  Camille grinned this time cutting her eyes at me. “Wow, thanks. That makes me feel so much better.”

  I poured us another glass of wine and got back comfortable on the couch. At a time like this, all we could do was sit back and give our men their space to figure their situation out.

  ASAHD

  Gripping the motel room key in my hand, I continued to room 304 where Qwinae had a room for the past month. The address she gave my aunt and uncle was for her parents’ house but she was not staying there. While my aunt and uncle tried to reason with her mother, I took matters into my own hand.

  Qwinae obviously had this amazing plan thought out well to take my niece from my brother. The crazy thing is, all that time apart she must’ve forgotten we were Moseley’s. You couldn’t hide from us and if tried we will find you effortlessly.

  I inserted the key and opened up the door. Four kids were seated on the bed and they jumped when they saw me. Za’naa’s face lit up and she shot off the bed and came barreling into my legs. I crouched down and enclosed her in my arms.

  “Uncle Sahdy, I’m so scared.” she mumbled into my shoulder calling me by the nickname she gave me.

  I cupped her head in my head in my hands and kissed her forehead. Her doe shaped eyes were red and cloudy with tears. It broke my heart because I never saw my baby girl cry. Even when she was a baby she was the most peaceful little thing.

  “I got you,” I told her wiping the tear that eventually fell from her eye and rolled down her cheek. “Where’s your mom?”

  “Is she really my mom?”

  “Yes, she is. Where is she?”

  “She told us she was going to be back,” Za’naa shrugged.

  “My mom told us not to open up the door.”

  I went to go answer my niece but was cut off from a little girl with frizzy braids snarling her lip up at me with one hand on her hip.

  “Well technically you didn’t,” I responded. I ain’t know who the fuck the little girl was but from judging from her size I assumed she was the child she got pregnant with after she left Za’naa. “Matter fact, where’s your momma?”

  “You can’t be in here,” she shot back rolling her bobble head.

  “She said she went to the store. Uncle Sahdy, I want my dad. I want to leave now.”

  Instead of answering the grown ass little girl. I focused on Za’naa. “I came to get you to take you to him baby girl.”

  “Your brother not man enough to face me? He had to send his little brother to do his dirty work?”

  “Nah, he would’ve came down here,” I responded facing Qwinae who pretty much looked the same besides the weight gain. Back in the day she was thick as fuck but now she looked like a busted can of biscuits. I always knew some shit was up with her. She played this quiet innocent role, but she couldn’t have been that good of a person or mother to just not give a fuck about her relationship or child. “I’m just doing you a favor because your kids wouldn’t have a mother if he had to track you down. How you leave these fucking kids in a motel room by themselves?”

  “They’re my kids, so don’t question me about what I do with them.”

  “I don’t care what you fucking do with the three quite frankly, but this one,” I said pointing to my niece, “is all me.”

  “You can’t take my daughter from me!” she exclaimed dropping the 7- eleven bag she had in her hand.

  “I can and I will. I don’t give a fuck about no paperwork you pulled out your ass or what cop you bring down here. How you fucking think you can leave you daughter and then pop right back in her life? Za’naa had you out of her life longer than she fucking knew you.”

  Qwinaes entire demeanor changed from rage, sadness and then she was back on 100 again.

  “Fuck you and your brother! Y’all don’t know why I did what I did, and if you ask me it’s none of your damn business. I didn’t lay down with you, so if Zayne wants Za’naa he needs to come to me.”

  I chortled and eased my way over to her shaking my head. She’s been gone for a while but ain’t shit change with us. Once I got closer to her, I grabbed her up by her shirt and brought her closer to me. Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t be acting like this around my niece but Qwinae was just too tough and she needed a reminder of who the fuck we were.

  “Za’naa is leaving with me. I don’t give a fuck what you do after I leave here, but you better count your blessings that you have another opportunity to run and hide because bet and believe this shit ain’t over. Zayne gonna be coming for your ass.”

  By now Qwinae was trembling hard. I released her and faced Za’naa who was unfazed by what was going on. I took her hand, grabbed her book bag from the floor and headed towards the door.

  “She’s not his!” I heard Qwinae yell out. I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

  “What?”

  “Za’naa isn’t his daughter.”

  “Stupid bitch,” I spat shaking my head. I wanted to snap her fucking neck for even saying some dumb shit like that. She was desperate and nothing she did or say was going to change my mind of taking my niece to where she belonged.

  After leaving out the motel room, I went back to the front desk to give the old man back his ID and reminded his ass I knew where he lived if anything came back to me. Under normal circumstances I would’ve popped his ass but I already had the tapes to the recording system and he looked scared out of his mind. There was no need for me to make more of a mess.

  “Sahdy…” Za’naa mumbled once we were on the road.

  “Yes Naa.”

  “I’m not really my daddy’s daughter?” she questioned lowly.

  I took my eyes of the road and saw that Za’naa was fidgeting with her fingers. When she noticed I didn’t say anything she looked up and she had tears in her eyes again.

  “Don’t listen to y
our mom. She’s just angry and saying anything to keep you from us,” I responded not believing the fact that my brother wasn't her father. Bitches got bitter when shit didn’t go their way and that’s how I saw it.

  “Well I don’t want her to be my mom. She doesn’t love me. If she did she wouldn’t have left me.”

  Her words hit me like a ton of brick because when I was her age I had a similar conversation with Unc about my mom. She was a crackhead that loved her pipe more than she loved me. Although I was young I knew drugs made her world go round. What I said was along the terms, ‘fuck that bitch’. Za’naa wasn’t me, so she was way sweeter when it came to expressing herself.

  Luckily for me Uncle Ern and Shirley had more patience and had to break me out of my habit of acting like a grown ass man at the age of six.

  “Sadly, she will always be your mom, Naa, but you’re not going back. I know that for sure. You know we love you right?”

  This time she looked up at me and she had a big smile on her face that warmed my heart.

  “Yes, I really know that.”

  I leaned over and kissed her cheek and we continued to drive back to her house. When we got out she ran to the door and jumped in Zayne’s arms. She had her little arms wrapped around him so tight holding on to him as if she was afraid she was going to leave him again.

  I knew it was best for Zayne to have time alone with Za’naa. I was just happy I was able to get her back from her mom with no real issue. If Qwinae was able to pull a stunt like this who knows what she had in store for Zayne. I wanted to warn him about the bullshit she said in front of Za’naa, but they needed their time because I know my niece was traumatized.

  ***

  “What you over there thinking about?” I questioned Camille after catching her glancing at me for the hundredth time.

  After leaving my brother’s crib we went and got her belongings she needed from her apartment and came back to my spot. She claim she had some studying to do and I wanted some company, so I really ain’t care that we were practically lounging around in my room in total silence.