“Stop pissing for a second and just talk. Bentley, this guy is portraying himself as you. Why?” Heidi asked.
Shrugging, I reacted as if I didn’t know. “How you expect me to answer that beautiful? All I know is, I shot him for showing up to my warehouse after being fired and that was the last, I heard of him. Whatever the fuck he up there for… well, I’ll learn that when I get a hold to him.”
These were two individuals who knew nothing of me and vice versa. I had a state to run, and they looked like they were looking for Jeffrey to bring them their morning coffee. It was a reason I stayed off the radar. Money motivated and power followed. I felt like a fuckin’ peon confined to these four walls. We had nothing in common, and I wasn’t ‘bout to front like we did. Whatever bullshit I had going on with Enzo would be dealt with as soon as I touched free soil.
“You need a lawyer or something? Nigga we got the best in the nation,” Royce chimed.
“Oh yeah? Send them to me then. I had a goofy named Windale, but he done dropped the ball. It’s funny cause the nigga balled when it came to getting my team out. Me on the other hand can’t even get a fuckin’ maybe out his ass. I been a sitting duck for over a year,” I vented.
“Something told me to have Yonnis on standby,” Royce stated with a sly grin.
“Yonnis? You mean the nigga handling my mama estate and whoever the hell Rose is?” I asked. I was told about Yonnis through Aunt Daisy. If I would’ve known he was a criminal attorney as well, I would’ve been reached out.
“That’s exactly who I’m talking ‘bout and show some respect nigga. Without Mama Rose, we wouldn’t have known yo’ ass existed. She kept you under wraps like you was a fuckin’ golden child or something,” Royce claimed.
“Nigga, if I ain’t that then who the fuck is? Look, I got more than enough bread to pay Yonnis whatever number he throw my way. Get his ass down here ASAP. These charges should’ve never stuck to begin with.” I was still pissed that I was serving time for some bullshit that should’ve been swept under the rug if Windale would’ve done his fuckin’ job.
“He put you here, huh? This Enzo nigga?” Royce inquired.
“I got video footage of him placing white in my car. I push weight, but I know my shit. The bricks they found under my seat had a fuckin’ blue jay on it. My seal consist of a black and orange gator. I don’t know where he got that shit from.”
Royce released a hearty laugh while shaking his head. He knew something I didn’t and that was obvious. “I do. A couple years ago I had a shipment that was taken from me. It took me some time to get the details but when I finally got a name, it was yours. Time pass by and my lil’ brotha come in the picture. He’s a lost and found too by the way. Any who, Genesis let me know thatBentleythrew them a job and his crew took it. Time pass again and it’s time for Genesis to get his inheritance from Mama Rose. At the end of her message to him, you’re mentioned. She ask him to find you. The thing is, Genesis already ran into you. He give us this rundown how you a pussy nigga and so forth.”
“Now what in the fuck would make yo’ kin think I’m anything pussy? Do I look like one of them fuck boys to you?” I questioned. From the time he got here, he ain’t been able to hoe me. He had to know I wasn’t what his brotha described.
He glared at me before chuckling again. I was just as dedicated to being the realest nigga in the room. He wasn’t gon’ outshine me, not in a state I got domain over.
Nodding, he wore a smirk and kept speaking. “We don’t sweat shit until a couple months ago when the nigga showed up seeking validation from us. Mercedees think he’s there for the inheritance.”
“He is,” I mumbled. However, Heidi caught it.
“I thought you ain’t know why he was there. Bentley, I showed up here because too much fishy shit is going on. We can help get you out of here and we can also help with Enzo. If you don’t want the help, we can leave. I just thought lending a hand was better than sitting on it,” Heidi chimed.
We locked eyes and as the seconds passed, the contact stayed intact. Heidi showed no fear of me. I didn’t know if it was because she had Royce or if it was because she genuinely wasn’t afraid. There was no cowering under my gaze like she did on arrival. Somewhere along the lines, she was gaining comfortability.
“By all means, if you lending it, then I’m taking it beautiful. Do yo’ thing. If this Yonnis nigga can handle shit, let him. If he can’t… I appreciate you trying. Do me a favor though Heidi.”
“I already am Bentley. What more do you want?” she sassed.
Leaning forward, I said, “Drop the contact info. I’d rather have you in my ear than in a text. It’s easier.”
She leaned forward and challenged, “For whom exactly?”
Grinning from ear to ear, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. This woman ain’t have no business looking the way she looked. The makeup she wore was light and natural. It didn’tlook caked on the way these other bitches did. Her lips were full with a small spot of vitiligo above the top one. Her nose was button shaped carrying a tiny stone on the right side of it. Her brows were thick and arched while her lashes complimented the almond brown iris’s.
My focus traveled from her face to her body. I was a lil’ darker than Royce but Heidi was darker than us both. Her skin glowed as if she’d been dipped in gold. The shine it gave as well as how blemish free it was captured all of my attention.
“Can you not look at me like I’m a piece of meat, please? It’s uncomfortable,” she admitted.
Hearing that caused me to sit back and adjust my gaze. The last thing I wanted was for her getting a creepish vibe from a nigga. “My apologies. I guess taking you in unapologetically would raise flags. Being able to talk to you through the phone rather than ChatMate is easier for me. I know Enzo, and I know how he moves. I lied. I used to know how that bitch boy moved.”
“It’s fine. I don’t mind. I care more about getting you out and with your family than what he’ll do.” She looked around, and I assumed she was looking for something to write with.
“Just run it. I’m good with numbers,” I assured her.
“Heidi don’t get fucked up in here,” Royce interjected. “I don’t give a fuck who this nigga is. You know I don’t even play like that. Wrap this shit up. I’m ready to go. A nigga starting to have flashbacks.”
Once again, Royce was trying to control the situation. I wasn’t a nigga that allowed anything with my hand on it to be controlled by anyone but me. Heidi had my name on it believe it or not. She just ain’t know it yet. I was already feeling her vibe through that app so having her here in person only solidified things. He could be overprotective all he wanted, but Heidi was spoken for. I could promise you that.
