“See, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I don’t want you to do any of those things.”
“Listen, fuck all of them, in my opinion. Ya people have been acting fucked up toward my family and me for a while. While I don’t give a fuck what they think about my family or me, I do give a fuck about how they’re treating you. As far as Screech, I can get his ass done up. I already wanna give him Chinese cuts and watch him bleed to death for fucking my wife, and now that he played you, I really want to pour acid on him and watch him deteriorate.”
I stared at his profile, trying to see if he was joshing, but the look on his face told me that he was serious. “When did you become this violent person?”
“When I had to give up my life for shit I didn’t ask for and lose my first love because of it.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Emery. Do you plan to stop at all?”
“I told you already that this won’t be a thing in a minute. I gave you your ultimatum, but since I’m God’s favorite, he removed that nigga so I wouldn’t have to. I’ll still give you that month to get that clown out of your system. When these next twenty-nine days are over, we’re going to Antigua, getting married, then going over to Fiji for a two-week honeymoon.
“During that time, I’m going to be letting off shots in your womb so you can give me my baby boy or girl, . . . whichever one God wants us to have first. Just know for the next three or four years, you ain’t gon’ be shit but barefoot, pregnant, well taken care of, and properly fucked for the rest of your life.”
My body shivered as I pictured everything he just said to me. Damn, this man. I had never known him to speak so clearly about us, but apparently, this Emery was holding no bars.
“You got this all figured out, huh?”
“I had it figured out the first time I saw your pretty ass walking down the hall at Cody High. Just was too young and too focused on this family franchise to pursue it.” He grabbed my nose lightly. “Now, come on. Ya man is tired as shit. Since you killed my fantasy, I’ll take a rain check for tonight. I want to shower and hold you until morning when we have to part ways.” He stood, picked up his bag, and then held out his hand for me. I took it and lifted from the couch, and he went around my house, making sure the windows and doors were locked, the alarm was set, and the lights were off.
I didn’t say a word, but my mind was moving a mile a minute. This man had my heart racing and pussy purring just from his words alone. Not only was I turned on, but he had me questioning exactly what the hell I was doing with Liam in the first place when it was evident that my heart still beat for him.
I didn’t know what was going to become of us, if Emery had it his way; it’d be just how he described it to be.
Chapter
Ten
EMERY
Day Ten…
Since the death of Layken Walsh and the disappearance of Leyla Johnson, the trial had been put on pause. Yumi had informed us that the prosecution was grasping at straws, trying to find anything to make the crimes stick against Mill and Mook. They had been pressing us so hard that they were raiding our legal businesses and coming up empty.
The blocks were hot. We had to inform our people to lie low. During the shutdown, a couple of niggas from Southwest decided to take up residence in our part of town. Since we had to stay out of trouble, it was hard to push them out right now.
As we sat at the round table in the Banks’ residence, I could tell shit was about to go downhill. Torrance Banks, the head of the Banks family, wasn’t too happy about us letting outsiders set up shop in our neighborhood. In my opinion, this shit was bound to blow over just like the other times.
“We can’t just allow these motherfuckas to deal on our blocks like we don’t have any control. Like, why the fuck are we inalliance if we can’t eliminate the opposition between the five families?” Torrance queried.
“It’s not smart to move recklessly when we are being watched. Let those niggas think they’re doing something. We are under surveillance, so we can’t move how we want,” Pierre King, Mina’s father, replied.
“I’m with P on this, Tor. It wouldn’t be wise to make noise right now,” Louise DeVato said.
“So, what the fuck do we do?”
“Leave the shit alone for now,” I said, over his incompetence. It was a wonder why his son, Romeo, was doing thirty-five years upstate. He was a hothead, and clearly, he got the shit from his pops. “At this point, you either want to take the fall for all of us or chill the fuck out.”
“Who the fuck are you talking to like that, Emery? Nigga, I’m a boss too. You don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”
“Aye, chill on my brother. He ain’t fucking wrong, and if y’all think he is, then we can cut ties with you niggas right now.” Although my face didn’t show it, I smiled on the inside at Emil’s comment. After hearing Rakim tell me he’d been giving him advice—good advice—I was starting to believe he may finally be calming the fuck down with his outrageous behavior.
“Come on, gentlemen. Let’s not get beyond ourselves,” Louise DeVato inserted.
Torrance scoffed. “That’s easy for you to say when you aren’t on the police’s radar. And speaking of police, how are we paying these clowns thousands of dollars, and we’re in this fucked up situation? Not to mention, if you didn’t go shooting up the bar, none of us would even be here right now,” he said to Emil.
Mill chuckled menacingly, something he did when he was two seconds from showing his ass.
Let me shut this shit down.
