I took my phone out and called my dad. He answered immediately.
“What’s up, son?”
“You good? Kairi good?” I asked, eyes locked on this stranger. He looked unbothered as he fixed back his suit jacket.
“Yeah, we’re okay? Are you?” Dad answered. He sounded okay to me.
“Yeah, I’m good. You sure y’all alright?” I asked just to be sure. My dad laughed.
“I think I need to find you a girl or something, so you have something to do other than worry about us.”
Yeah, he was fine with his smart ass mouth.
I sucked my teeth, making him laugh, and after telling him that I would be home later, I hung up the phone but kept it in my hand for some reason.
The man looked at me with a smirk as if to say I told you so.
“If you ain’t here about my pops that means Sony sent you, and just like I told that bitch, I’m not interested.”
Here he goes again, trying to recruit me. I’d rather die than work for a evil ass nigga like Viper.
“Do I look like someone Sony could afford to have work for him?” he asked. I chuckled, knowing even his errand boy ass didn’t respect Sony.
I looked this man over and had to admit that his fit looked expensive as hell, including his shoes and watch blinging on his wrist. Too expensive for a cheap ass like Sony to afford.
This man looked well paid, unlike Sony’s bum ass friends that followed him around just to catch a dollar he might throw them.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Sincere would like to meet with you. I came to take you to him.”
“Sincere?” I questioned.
Why the fuck does the head of The Society want to see me?
I might not have been involved, but my pops told me what was up, so I knew exactly who Sincere was.
But I was always told that he didn’t make appearances often, and he damn sure didn’t send for people.
The fuck he want with me?
The anxiety started to eat away at me, but so did my curiosity. Normally, I wanted no parts of this thing, but hearingthat Sincere wanted to see me had me intrigued and nodding to agree, even though I was scared as fuck.
“Let me just get dressed,” I told the man. I was in a pair of busted-up sweatpants and a dirty ass wifebeater since my work required me to get dirty.
The man agreed, and I headed into the back to change back into my black Amiri jeans and hoodie I came to work in. Just as I pushed my feet into my Timbs, Oblique entered the room.
“Why the fuck is there aMen in Blackguard standing in my store?”
I laughed that we both thought the same thing when we saw that man.
“I must admit, Uncle looking clean as fuck in it,” he added, and we laughed.
“He came here because he said Sincere wants to see me,” I explained. Oblique gasped.
“Wait a minute, the boss sent someone here for you?”
I nodded.
