Since Orlando told me to leave it all to Hell, niggas had been getting out of line. They both thought I wouldn’t hear about it, but I had because I still fucked with Oblique, and he’d been telling me the shit he’d been hearing lately.
Shipments being late, left unchecked, and fees being unpaid or short. Kelechi couldn’t see the real problem. And that was, if I heard about it, who else had?
“I’ll get up with you later, Makari,” Hell said, calling me by my government. I simpered.
“Yeah, later.”
I hung up feeling a damn headache coming on. Because of how my brother had been moving lately, I’d been pulling back a little, not that he was coherent enough to notice. We all liked a drink from time to time, but even I knew when to stop.
The last time we were at the club, Hell got sloppy drunk, and if he thought he could be the fucking boss of all this shit and do something like that, he was sadly mistaken. Even if nobodymade an attempt on his life, Kelechi would lose the respect of the other sanction leaders if he acted like that. This was the shit I was trying to make him see, but he wouldn’t.
I wondered if I should continue to try or just leave them to it.
My head felt so heavy because of all this mess. I just wanted to dig a hole and put my head in it for a moment, just to get some peace. My anxiety was at an all-time high, and I just wanted a moment where I didn’t have to think too much—where I could release it and just do something I wanted to do for a change!
I was worrying about my brother more than he was worrying about himself, and it was taking a toll on me.
Moments like now, I did wish I had a special girl in my corner who I could go to.
I sat there rubbing at my temples, wishing someone was rubbing my shoulders instead to release this tension.
An alert came on my phone that someone had activated the elevator to my floor. Only someone with the code could get the elevator up here. I smacked my mouth, knowing it was Ocean.
Even if I changed it, I knew Hell would just give it to her again, so I knew not to bother. But I hated when she just showed up at my crib, and with me being in a bad ass mood already, tonight wasn’t the night for her shit. I needed a release, not someone to add to it.
I picked up my phone, ready to tell her ass to go the fuck back home, but got the surprise of my life when I saw that it was actually Kairi.
Since it was Saturday, it had me wondering why the hell she was here because she didn’t work on the weekends.
Plus, it was now eleven in the evening, so that further proved she wasn’t here to work.
Curiosity had me leaving my office and going to open the front door to wait for her. A few seconds later, the elevator doorsopened. She stepped off, babylike eyes on me, and her face void of makeup.
She silently walked down the hallway toward me, and I stepped back as she reached my door.
“You don’t work on the weekends, Kairi, so what you doing here?” I asked, closing the door behind her.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk, but if you’re busy, I can go.”
“No, I can do with a talk.” I pulled on her arm when she tried to step out of the door. Kairi smiled at me and followed me to sit down.
“What’s up?” I asked.
She looked away from my face for a second and then focused back on me.
“What are your thoughts about revenge?”
My head cocked to the side at her question.
“Like what if you couldn’t outright confront someone, would you find a way to hurt them back or just ignore them?” she continued.
I almost laughed because it was almost as if she was talking about me. Orlando did everything in his power to hurt, use, and belittle me. There were days I would dream about hitting back, even just once, so I was all too familiar with that feeling.
I nodded.
“I’ve wanted to confront someone that I couldn’t too,” I said. I wanted to ask her who she was referring to but knew if she wanted me to know, she would have told me. “But you just have to remember that they’re not worth it.”
I knew I annoyed Orlando more when I ignored him, and that gave me more satisfaction than arguing with him. Even though sometimes, I couldn’t help it.
