right now. Like I said, the choice is yours.”
With that Yamin exited the bathroom and left Jessica to her thoughts. She silently weighed her options thinking back to when she had been a little girl living in the projects on the East Side of Dallas. It had only been her mom and her little brother Marcus at the time and things were hard. Her mother was a cashier by day and an alcoholic by night. She would drink herself into misery and then take her anger out on her kids. She didn’t know who had it worse, Marcus or her.
Her mother physically abused her, while Marcus on the other hand had been sexually abused. The two of them suffered for years until their apartment caught on fire leaving their mother trapped in her bedroom to burn to death. Jessica was sixteen when it happened and Marcus was just turning fifteen. The Fire Marshall concluded that it was arson and that someone was responsible for the death.
At the end of the investigation Marcus had been arrested and tossed into jail. Jessica had always felt that her brother was innocent and tried convincing the police of that, but no one would listen to her. It was then she knew that she would become a criminal defense attorney. She had her brother to thank for her motivation and for giving her the drive to do something with her life. It had been a hard journey, but Jessica fought tooth and nail to get her law degree.
She loved her husband, but she didn’t know if she wanted to put one hundred percent faith into him. She would be choosing love and a criminal lifestyle over a life that she worked so hard to achieve.
How often do you find the love of your life? Jessica questioned herself. She took in a deep breath and exited the bathroom. The bedroom was empty but she could hear some sort of commotion going on downstairs. She left out of the bedroom and slowly went down the stairs.
Mommy! Mommy, help me!
Jessica could hear the sounds of a little girl’s voice as she made her way to the last step. She turned to the right and stepped inside of her living room. Immediately tears ran down her face as she spotted little Ashley on the screen, with her hands and feet tied to a tiny wooden chair.
I want my mommy! Please sir I will be good.
“Oh God,” Jessica cried out.
“Round everybody up for a meet up,” Yamin said to Emmanuel and Manny. Neither of them moved and kept their eyes fixed on the screen. Seeing little Ashley tied down and begging to be freed stirred up a lot of emotions in the both of them.
“NOW!” Yamin bellowed. He threw the remote at the entertainment system causing the TV screen to crack and the video to turn black. He looked down at the note that was balled up in his hand and damn near bit a hole into his bottom lip as he read the words again.
You took what’s mine so I take what’s yours. You started this and now I will finish it. The note read. The same person that sent him a video and note while on his honeymoon had sent him another one. It was obvious that they were fucking with him. Yamin cringed at the thought of something happening to his niece. He balled the note up in his hand and tightly shut his eyes. He couldn’t allow something to happen to Ashley too.
THE VERSACE LEAGUE
Yamin stepped out of his cocaine colored Benz and adjusted his tie. He was dressed in a custom made chocolate brown Armani suit, with Moccasins lacing his feet. He adjusted the bottom buttons on his suit jacket and headed towards their respective meeting spot for the night. They never met in the same place twice and was never given the meeting place until an hour before hand.
His mind was all over the place, but he knew he had to get it together for the sake of his niece and