“We aren’t, but we not on bad terms either, baby. Right now, it’s more business than brotherhood between us.”
“Yeah, but in this business, you need brotherhood. You need loyalty around you, and Crew has proved that he’s just that.”
I nodded my head in agreement, letting her words sit for a second before dialing Crew’s number. After the fifth ring, I already knew what was up.
“Yo, yo? What’s poppin’?”
“You busy?”
“Not really, what’s up?”
I heard a woman smack her lips in the background. Of course, this nigga was fucking.
“I’m about to send you an address. I need you to get over there and help my lawyer, Bria, with a clean-up and disposal inside a Bentley parked out there.”
“Say no more nigga. Shoot me the address.”
“I got you.”
I hung up, typed out where to find her, and stared at the screen for a second before hitting send. Ciara climbed back into the bed and grabbed her laptop before I snatched it out of her hand.
“You kept me in this house, now you need to make this shit worthwhile. Now give daddy some of that pussy.”
“You saying that like it’s a punishment.” She giggled.
“It’s not, but I’m about to punish her as gently as I can.”
I climbed in the bed and kissed Ciara on her shoulder before going down to place my tongue in between those thick ass thighs that belonged to me. I love the married life, and I wouldn’t trade it for shit in the world. I’ll let Crew take care of that shit with Bria while I make love to my wife and the motherof my child. Damn, I love the sound of that shit. I love every single thing about being with Ciara Matthews.
Chapter 7
Crew
I pulled into the back alleyway, headlights off, gravel and thick snow crunching under my tires. The Bentley she was in sat tucked behind an overflowing trash bin, and because of the matte black paint, it was blending into the darkness in this cold ass alley.
When I got out of the car, I slid on my black leather gloves, flexing my fingers once before walking up to the driver’s side.
I knocked on the window twice, but the tint was too dark to see through. I then heard quiet sniffling and a small, shaky voice say, “Open it,” from the other side.
When I opened the passenger door, that nigga body damn near fell out on me, and I had to shove him back the other way, making Bria start to cry.
“You alright? You alright? Just calm down.”
Bria was curled up against the passenger door, trying to make herself as small as possible.
“You can get out of the car now, Shorty.”
“Are, are you sure, Crew? Where is Hov? I didn't want to get anyone else involved.”
“He sent me here to help you, so come on, get out so I can help.”
She climbed out slowly, then hurried around to my side, eyes wide, hands trembling like she couldn’t stop them. There was blood splattered across her white outfit from top to bottom, and she looked empty, like she wasn’t all the way in her body right now. She most likely had just caught her first body, and I know that shit was doing a number on her mental right now. It's rare for me to feel this way, but I actually felt sorry for Shorty, to be honest. Killing is only a thing that a man can cope with. Or should I say a man like me with little to no feelings towards taking a life.
“What are we going to do? What do I need to do?”
“You are going to get in my car and go back to my condo. Hit ‘home’ on the GPS on the dashboard, and it will take you straight there. You can park in front of the building in the red zone because they know not to tow my shit. When you get out, go inside, take off your clothes, put them in a plastic bag, and wait for me to get back.”
I pulled my keys from my pocket and handed them over. She stared at them for a second, before taking them quickly but still looking unsure of everything that was going on.
