“Soon. I don’t have anything scheduled until next week.”
“Well, what about tomorrow? How far is it?” he asked.
“It’s about a four-hour drive from here,” I revealed.
“Let’s meet with Tyler, then we will go from there.”
Last night, Kannon got the message that the sale of the management company Tyler worked for was complete. We both thought it would be a good idea to meet with him today. I told Kannon that I wanted Tyler to keep working for me until we figured things out. I didn’t want a complete overhaul, just more control over my life and career.
“Tyler said he was heading out to lunch soon, so I told him to meet us at the spot we’re headed to.”
“That quick?” Kannon asked.
“He’s probably scared he’s about to be fired. I’m sure he’s about to break his neck trying to get out of that office to meet with you so he can kiss your ass and beg for his job.”
“Should he be fired?” he asked, letting his eyes linger on me as he drove.
“As long as he does his job, he’s good.”
“If he was down with them niggas, he out too.”
“He’s good for now, Kannon.”
“Tell him to meet us in forty-five minutes. I need to swing by the house.”
“OK.” I nodded.
We weren’t far from Kannon’s house, so we made it back in no time. That didn’t mean much, because my mouth practically watered for that buttery steak. I was ready to eat. Kannon left his truck running when he ran into the house and dashed back out with whatever he needed for the meeting. In no time at all, we were pulling up to our location.
I hadn’t gotten used to not being swarmed by paparazzi everywhere we went. For one thing, I knew it was only a matter of time. Kannon had done well to keep our discretion so far. Soon, people would swarm us in places we once thought were hideaways. I wasn’t looking forward to the change. I enjoyed feeling like we were in our own little bubble.
We found a parking spot near the door. Once we were parked, Kannon hopped out and walked around to my side. As soon as he opened my door, a round of popping sounds erupted. He slammed the door back, sending me clamoring to get away from him. A round of thuds hit the car as he dove into the driver’s side and slammed the door.
“Kannon, what the hell?” I screamed as he fired up his truck and took off out of the parking lot.
My life flashed before my eyes as we shot through a red light and made a sharp right. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest as he raced down the street behind one of the guys trailing us.
“Call Kross!” he barked.
The phone didn’t seem to ring before I heard Kannon’s older brother’s voice booming through the speakers.
“Yeah?”
“Code black,” Kannon replied.
“What did you do, Bro?” his brother asked.
“Nah, what a nigga tried to do to me. Have Blaine scan my last location and see what he comes up with, but I’m sure I know what the deal is.”
“Check-in in twelve hours.”
“Got it,” Kannon said before a series of beeps let me know that the call had ended.
“What’s code black?”
“Going off the radar. Does the label know where your family lives? I can’t put anything past them right now. I’m sure we just walked into a fucking ambush. I was so preoccupied with the sale that I didn’t consider that would happen,” he explained, shaking his head.
“That’s not on you,” I debated.
