When I walked out of that restaurant, I knew that I was filing for a divorce.
FIVE
JAHMIR
The crew hadn’t gotten to work yet and Deshay was down on her knees, swallowing my whole dick. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her head down until I heard her gag. Looking at my watch to see we had a good ten minutes before the first person walked in, I took control of her head. Three minutes later, I was nutting in her mouth, and she was getting up, wiping her mouth. We didn’t say anything to each other as she left my office.
An hour later, she was taking notes in my meeting like nothing happened. I appreciated her not wanting anything more out of me. My life was too complicated to be locked down or deal with drama. I had my family on my shoulders and that was my focus. I took on a new client who was ready to lay concrete at a new establishment. After going over the numbers, the amount of staff and days we would need to complete the project, he was finally here to finalize his paperwork.
“Nice to meet you finally.” I stood and shook his hand.
“This is nice. It’s always nice to see another brother doing his thing. How long have you been in the concrete business?” He asked.
“Pretty much all my life. It was passed down through the family.”
“Oh, so you didn’t have to work as hard as me then.” He chuckled.
I immediately reached for my stress ball. Wasn’t shit funny to me. For as long as I can remember, everyone thought I was a nepotism baby. Not knowing how hard my family fought to stay in this business. It was muthafuckas like him that had the same skin tone as me, assuming instead of getting to know me.
“Kileen, is it?” I asked to confirm his name. “Fuck make you think I didn’t work hard to get here?” I slammed the ball down on the table, causing him to jump.
“I wasn’t saying it like that. All I was saying was that someone like me, who had to play ball and sacrifice my body to get a degree, shows hard work. If this wonderful business was passed down, then the hard work wasn’t on your back. It was on someone else’s.”
“Deshay, have him sign the papers and get him the fuck out of here.” I stood up and left the conference room.
When I got to my office, I grabbed my other phone and left for the day. I had to clear my head before that nigga found himself dead. The only place that I could release this anger was the gun range. I took my cufflinks off and rolled my sleeves up to pick up the AR, pointed it at my target, and let loose. My family was a sensitive spot for me, and I’ve done some things to people for saying the slightest thing about my family. I was working on that part of me.
“That’s one of my favorites,” Detective Cole said behind me.
“Old man, what have you been up to?” I put the gun down and dapped him up.
Detective Cole and I had a little history. He saved me from cases that came up against me when I was a few years younger. It was him and my grandfather that collaborated to get me out of the streets. Once I caught the attempted murder charge and it disappeared, I knew that was my sign to change my ways. Hewas also the one to introduce me to this same gun range. We had lost contact once he retired. This was my first time seeing him in a while.
“Just popping in here to see if an old man still got it. Let me guess, someone pissed you off?”
“You have no idea how hard it was for me to walk away.”
“If you’re here, you did good,” he said, squeezing my shoulder. “Never forget how far you’ve come, son. I’ll see you around.”
“‘Preciate you, Detective.”
Later that night, I was leaving one of my favorite pizza spots, and I noticed Ms. Cole walking out of the salon next door. She was looking down at her phone when I approached her. The smell of the hairspray and her perfume was mixed and reminded me of my mama after she would leave the beauty shop. Only Ms. Cole’s perfume was a little bit more expensive.
“It’s a little late for hair appointments, don’t you think?” I startled her.
“Don’t scare me like that!” she grabbed her chest.
It wasn’t a bad neighborhood, so I can see why she wasn’t on alert.
“Gotta pay attention to your surroundings.”
“I grew up over here, so I’m familiar with the neighborhood.”
“Oh, this is your side of town?” I looked around.
“Pretty much! I see you got some of the best pizza in town in your hand. Please don’t tell me all of that is for you?”
“Now you know this is for my niece and nephew. I mean, me too, but they are staying with me for a few days so I can give my sister some time away.”
