He nodded slowly. “What else?”
“That’s it.”
“So, you saw some niggas that’s a part of this crew, and you didn’t move? And this Papi nigga?”
“I don’t know about him yet,” I told him.
“Ok, Mr., I’ll handle it. Since it’s obvious you don’t need help. I need that info, so get it to.”
I knew he wouldn’t let up unless he got what he wanted. “I got a job, and when that’s done, then I will get what you need done. Until then, that’s all I got.”
Chevy nodded slowly. I knew the nigga was mad, but I didn’t give a fuck. He didn’t get to pick and choose when he could tell me what to do. It was shit like what he pulled that made me lookat him the way I did. All the guys walked out the door. Peanut was the last to leave, but not before saying something.
We’re brothers, Beans. The point of joining the crew was for family and each other. You can’t do everything by yourself, nor can you act like there aren’t rules to the game.
I know, but that nigga makes it hard. Fuck Chevy.
You’ve got a problem, and you need to figure it out. He’s not the enemy; you are your worst enemy. Get over it.he signed before he walked out.
When I glanced out the door, I saw Foe walking up to people. “Aye, you know a nigga name Papi?” he asked one random person.
“That muhfucka don’t look like he knows a Papi but more of a Chester,” Diamond said.
Chevy had disappeared beyond the building. If I didn’t know any better, the nigga was about to ask his fucked-up granddaddy for help. When I first met him, I thought we were much alike, but the more I got to know him, I realized June and Braylen may have similarities, but Chevy and Beans didn’t.
FIONA
My head turned completely as I felt his thick beard tickle the back of my neck. The soft, sweet kisses he placed on me stirred all my memories. His hands slid down the side of my arms, reminding me of how his touch had always played a role in what we did. Everything about what we were doing was so wrong, and that alone made it feel so right.
His light growl made me giggle like a schoolgirl. Then I thought about how I had only found my way to him out of spite. It wasn’t until he conquered the drug game that my eyes opened to the man who held power in his hands. However, by the time I realized it, I had fallen for Bobbie.
Mister turned me around to face him. “Fiona, you have always been tempting. You are a man’s worst nightmare.”
My lip curled up into a conniving grin. “I can’t help that my looks give temptress ways. I get it from my mama,” I told him as I pulled away. “Cornelius Mister Morwood.” I smiled.
He rubbed his hands together as his head tilted slightly to the side before he winked. “In the flesh. It’s been what, ten years? What do I owe the pleasure of this meet up, Fiona, because you putting that sweet, deadly pussy on me isn’t one of them.”
He pulled out my chair so I could sit down. Once I sat, he walked around and sat behind his desk. My leg slowly crossed over the other as I tried to show some skin to throw him off before I got to the reason for my visit. He dropped his head and heckled. “Same Fiona in a grown woman’s body,” he muttered.
I shrugged. “Mister, listen, I know it’s been a while, and my apologies for the length of time we haven’t spoken. However, Lexington Heights isn’t around the corner. Naheem told—”
He nodded. “So, this is about Naheem Avery.”
I leaned forward. “No, this is about Fiona and what I need from you.”
I had always felt like Mister was jealous of Naheem, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Before things went left, Naheem, Mister, and Ishmael ran in a pack. It was like three the hard way until Mister had gotten left behind. Naheem's father held all the power in the streets, allowing it to fall into Naheem’s hands. Ishmael fell in line while Mister was deemed the tag-along by Naheem’s father. At some point, he strayed away and built his empire on his own.
Mister was a king in his own right. The man was fine as hell. His money was longer than his dick, and that shit had some length on it. I knew a little about him and Naheem’s past, and from his reaction, I could tell Naheem wasn’t going to get anywhere with him, which is why I stepped in. Mister leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard slowly. “I’m listening,” he said as his brows raised.
Before I could say anything, the door to his office opened. “Ayo, pops! I need—”
Mister’s eyes cut at him. “What is it, Papi? Don’t you see I’m conducting fucking business? You little niggas have no home training. Aren’t you supposed to be at a place I pay for, like school?”
I looked at his son, and when I saw the jacket he was wearing, I knew that what Naheem told me was right. His son snarled at me before stepping back and closing the door. “I heard you had kids, but I—”
“You never saw them. My kids lived with their mother until they became too much, and she sent them to me.”
“How many?”
