“Mr. Sanchez, this way please,” a housekeeper directed me. I followed behind him, and he led me through this big ass house. It felt like a maze. I was impressed, and it took a lot to impress me.
I knew if any niggas tried to run up in here, they would get lost!
Finally, we made it to where Sincere was. He turned to look at me when I stepped through the door and laughed.
“Damn, I gotta call you like a groupie hoe just to get you to come see me?” he asked, brows knitted as his eyes focused on me. He then took a seat behind his desk and continued to look at me. I sighed, took a seat in front of him, and flicked my eyes up at him.
“I only came here to tell you face-to-face to stop calling me, Sincere. I don’t even know why or how you got my number to begin with, but I want no parts of it,” I let him know.
It wasonlybecause he was Sincere that I even came here to tell him that shit, but I meant it. Whatever he had planned and thought he could include me in, he better think again.
I watched the way he leaned his finger up against the side of his face. The guard behind me murmured something, making me briefly look his way. He had his eyes on me and a hand on his gun. I switched my attention back to Sincere, who was still staring in my face.
I swallowed hard but maintained eye contact.
Sincere frowned at me and asked, “You ain’t even gonna ask me why?”
I shook my head.
“I don’t want to know why, I just want you to stop.”
Whatever it was wasn’t worth me bringing more shit in my life—I already had enough.
Sincere suddenly laughed.
“Most niggas would do anything for me to be calling them,” he said. I hunched my shoulders.
“I ain’t like most niggas.”
I kept to myself for a reason and wanted people to leave me the fuck alone. I didn’t care what everyone else was trying to do. That was them, and I was me.
“And that’s exactly why I’ve been calling you, Havoc.”
I stood to my feet because I was ready to go. I’d come to say what I did, and there was no other reason for me to stay.
“Like I said, I’m not interested. Stop calling me.”
We locked eyes.
Just like last time, I could pick up on the fire in his eyes that was withering. He looked a little thinner, too, from the last time I saw him, further proving my thoughts that he was sick.
“I can see you’re reading me, Havoc. You read me that night too. I know you know?—”
“And that is your business, Sincere.”
He frowned again, sighed, and leaned back in his throne-like chair.
“We good?” I asked just to make sure that he really heard what I was saying and that he wouldn’t try to kill me once I stepped a foot outside. I looked back at that guard who was still holding his gun at his side. I looked back at Sincere, waiting to see what would happen. The room was growing eerily silent with each passing moment.
Then Sincere nodded. “Yeah.”
I hit him with a half smile and walked out the door.
By the time I drove out of Sincere’s compound, Hell was calling me, asking me to come back.
Nigga couldn’t even last less than an hour without me!
When I made it back to this meeting, they were drinking and shit like they were celebrating something.
