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“My who?” I wasn’t about to play this game with him.

“Nigga, I know you heard me. I said, call your boss. I can shoot you and not kill you. Let’s not make this hard,” I said seriously. The nigga can make it through life without a toe. He was about to be standing on nines if he didn’t do what I asked.

“I don’t have a phone.” This was 2026. Everybody had a phone. Hell, they pass them out for free at the grocery store. Marching over to him, I pulled his shirt to expose his pockets. He snatched back and slightly turned away from me. That made me feel like his ass was lying, so I continued to search. I should have done this in the car, but I was new to this kidnapping shit. Trying to show him he was getting on my nerves, I aggressively stuck my hand in his joggers and swooped my hand around inside. It was empty, but his dick was present. Acting as if I was still checking his pocket, I slowly traced it, trying to figure out the length. That mufucka was long and strong. Looking up at him, I wanted to slap his ass with my gun when I saw the smirk on his face.

“Fuck you smiling for?” I knew why, but I had to try and redeem myself.

“Nothing. Just trying to figure out if you found the phone. You know, I have another pocket. If I adjust my dick, you could stroke it over there as well.” Pulling my hand out, I reached over and patted his other pocket. There was no way I was sticking my hand in there. This nigga really didn’t have shit on him, and now I was stuck. Thinking it over, I pulled my phone out.

“Dial his number.”

“Whose number?” Smacking my lips, I prayed he caught my annoyance.

“Your fucking boss’s.” I passed him my phone but decided to send a warning just in case. “Don’t do no funny shit.” He gave me a curious look.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Just don’t do it.” This time, he laughed while dialing a number. He pushed speaker so I could hear it ring. When it connected, he passed the phone back to me.

“Who the fuck is this?”

“I got your boy-…” I realized I didn’t know his name. I looked at him and he laughed.

“Anton.”

“I got your boy Anton.” Even though I was sure he heard him, I wanted to show that I was in charge.

“Okay.” That threw me off, but I continued.

“Okay, if you want him back, you need to act like it.” He went silent for about a minute, so I had to keep looking at the screen to make sure he hadn’t hung up. Finally, he came back on the line.

“What do you want?” Hearing him ask that gave me relief. I was praying this nigga had some worth, and I guess he did.

“I need you to tell them niggas in jail to call the hit off Peanut.” Anton’s expression changed, but I couldn’t read it.

“And if I don’t?” It was time for me to be real. This was the reason for the kidnapping. I wanted a chance to talk, and all I could do was hope he listened.

“Look, I don’t want to keep your boy, but I don’t have the seventy five thousand to give back. Anton for the nigga in jail. Let it slide, and I’ll give your boy back.” Silence again. “Hello?”

“I’m here.”

“Do we have a deal?”

“I’ll get back to you tomorrow.” That wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but at least it wasn’t a no.

“Okay, but if I don’t hear from you tomorrow, your boy is going to pay for it.” There was more silence. This time, when I looked at the phone, I realized he had hung up. Rude ass nigga! I had no idea what his answer was going to be, but at least he was listening. This was the only play I had, so it had to work. I looked back at Anton, and he seemed to be bothered. “What?”

“You just traded me for Peanut.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I ain’t trade you yet. Your boss gotta agree first.” Anton walked over to the bed and climbed in. He pulled the cover in the air and held it there.

“Come on. Tomorrow will be here before you know it. Might as well get some sleep before your negotiations.” I looked at this nigga like he was crazy.

“I’m not sleeping with you.” My pussy cat purred slightly, and it took everything in me not to tell her ass to shut the fuck up.

“Why not?” This nigga was dead serious.

“I think you don’t understand what a kidnapping is. I’ll be back tomorrow. Pray your boss has some use for you and agrees to the deal.” This nigga smiled and waved me off.