Page 43 of Royce: The Handler


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Of her.

“Ish,” I chastised, bringing myself back to the matter at hand.

And, it wasn’t her. Not exactly.

“You should be more careful. I’ve found the same set of eyes on you since I arrived.”

Her words resurfaced. While the night was a total blur, she wasn’t. In the back of my head, she’d held a spot and she was crystal clear.

My fingers wrapped around my main cell. Instantly, it vibrated in my hand.

Unknown.

“What is it that you want?”

“Terminate your campaign or your opponent will receive this shiny email I have.”

Their words were like blades across the belly.

“Not a fucking option.”

“You’re not the one calling the shots here.”

“Then why the fuck are you on my line?”

Silence swept over the line. The caller’s steady breaths are the only thing left to be heard.

“Name your price.”

“I–”

“Price or I’m hanging this phone up. I will not be responsible for what happens to you after my offer expires.”

Malice laced my words. As much as I wanted to regret them, I didn’t. I wasn’t too far removed from the same streets Indigo was still running. We were one in the same at many points of our lives. However, I cleaned up my act and pledged to be a part of the change I wanted to see happen.

“Is that a threat, Mr. Mayor.”

“It is whatever you want it to be.”

“2.5 million.”

“Don’t hold your breath, motherfucker.”

Venom spewed from my lips as I ended the call. There was nothing left to be said. That $2.5 million would still be in my account when this was all said and done. Whether or not the bitch on the other end of the line still had breath in his body, I couldn’t be certain of.

The phone rang again. I didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Speak, bitch.”

“Twenty four hours to decide or–”

Chuckling, I asked, “Or what?”

I wasn’t making light of the situation. Neither did I think it was humorous. I stood on my feet and began pacing the floor,hoping the fire from my body didn’t burn a hole in my mattress and the expensive ass sheets covering it.

“Your friend and you–all over the news. And, you can kiss that office goodbye.”

My jawline grew rigid as I drew in a slow, steady breath. Every muscle in my body tightened as I halted. Nostrils flared, I pulled a hand over my mouth.