The Versace League by Shan Read Free Book Online Page B

for one of the planes that ran into the twin towers on 9/11. He had been paid five million dollars to throw out a case on a suspected terrorist and a couple of weeks later he watched the twin towers go down. He still had nightmares about that shit thinking about all the karma that would eventually come his way.
    “Yea I can’t believe he’s gone. I had just talked to him hours before everything happened,” Katrina said. She was an FBI agent and had been a part of The Versace League for the last three years. She contributed to the organization by notifying The League if any of them went on the radar and would also use her database to check people out before they accepted any jobs. Every job went through her hands first and then was given to Yamin for the okay.
                  There were 15 total members in The Versace League, ranging from judges, police officers, and regular street niggas. Everyone served a purpose and was beneficial to the League in some kind of way.
      "Preciate it y’all. Aasir should have the details for the funeral so if anyone plans on attending just get with him,” Yamin cleared his throat again. “Anyway, Cortez’s daughter, my niece, Ashley was kidnapped by the same people that killed Cortez and I need to get her back. I have no idea who this person is. All I have is 2 videos, 2 notes, and some voices that I don’t recognize. Only thing the muthafuckas told me was-” Yamin paused and pulled a plastic bag out of his suit. It contained the balled up note that had been delivered to his house along with the DVD.
    “You took what’s mines so I take what’s yours. You started this and now I will finish it,” Yamin read the note and looked around the room. Everyone was stone faced. They had stolen many things in their lifetime so this was not a good clue. It could be anybody.
    “That’s it?” Detective Jamison asked. He was a veteran detective of the Dallas Police Department and plenty of evidence had gone missing out of the evidence room because of him. He also got paid quite well through The League from many drug dealers just for keeping the attention off of them. He had been a dirty cop since the day he entered the Police Academy and was slowly working his way up to Lieutenant and then Captain where he would have more pull.
    Yamin let out a sharp breath. He knew that he didn’t have much to go on, but he was hoping that maybe once everybody got a listen to the voices that they would recognize one. If not, then hopefully there would be some useable fingerprints. Yamin had never felt so out of whack in his entire life. He’d always done things a certain way and he’d always had control of the situation. Normally he would be the one running the show, but now someone else was running him and he had no idea who.
    All he wanted was to get Ashley, kill the muthafucka that had taken her, and return her to her mother. After that was said and done, he wanted time to properly grieve, and he wanted to spend time fixing things with his wife.
    Yamin played the two videos for everyone, but unfortunately no one recognized the voices. It had been a dead end just as he suspected and left half the room in tears after they were done watching. After all they had just watched the murder of Cortez and the kidnapping of little Ashley. After the meeting was concluded, Yamin handed the video and notes over to Agent Katrina to have it all processed for fingerprints.
    “Aasir, come here and let me holla at you,” Yamin said to his brother after everyone had exited the room.
    “What’s good bruh?” Aasir asked as he approached. He leaned against the table and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked exhausted. There were huge bags under his eyes and they were blood shot red. He hadn’t had a lick of sleep since his brother was killed and honestly didn’t know if he would sleep again. Aasir was the shortest of the three brothers at only six feet, weighing two-hundred pounds, and had a