I walked into the condo, laughing as Skye hurried off to the bathroom whining about her bladder being two seconds away from exploding.
That girl couldn’t hold liquid.
Well, except for...
I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth, my mind drifting to the last time she was on her knees.
A beautiful fucking sight.
“Yo, chill,” I whispered, looking down at the bulge that was pressing against my pants.
With everything that had been going on, I’d been trying to be less of a man that wanted to get his dick wet and more of a man that wanted to make sure his woman’s heart was good. It wasn’t easy, but I needed Skye to know that I cared about her emotionally more than anything.
My mind switched gears, suddenly thinking about my decision to let Skye know I was thinking about moving to the city. Although it had been on my mind for a while, I wasn’t expecting to say it tonight. But Skye had that kind of effect onme. She made me want to say whatever I was feeling whenever I was feeling it.
I was about to scroll through some emails when a call came in from Ol’ School.
“What’s up, old—” I started, but I couldn’t get the rest out. His voice was strained, and I could barely make sense of it. My stomach dropped. “What? What happened?”
He didn’t answer, just groaned into the phone.
Something was wrong.
“Hold on. Don’t move. I’m coming,” I said.
Heart hammering, I rushed out of my condo.
I hit the street, tires squealing against the asphalt.
Thoughts ran a hundred miles a minute. What if it was serious? What if he…? No. Stop it, Ocean. Focus.
By the time I pulled up to his house and made it inside, I was barely breathing.
Waylon stood in the living room with his hands shoved in his pants pockets. My chest went ice-cold.
But then I saw Ol’ School sitting, his body leaning heavily on one side of the recliner chair. Paramedics were packing up their equipment and heading back outside, nodding at me that he was fine.
I looked at Waylon, fury in my eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He frowned. “What do you mean? This is my father. They called me. What the hell are you doing here?”
I stepped closer to him, my height and presence suddenly a weapon. “Your father? You mean the man you abandoned, tricked out of everything and left on the street?”
Waylon’s face went pale. “I...I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Nigga, cut the shit. You left him homeless, living in a damn abandoned building. The same one that’s now my club. I foundhim there. Gave him a place to live. Made sure he was safe. And you? I know why the fuck you’re here. Your bitch ass was hoping to find him dead so you could get your hands on some extra cash.”
Waylon’s jaw tightened. “Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, but you do. It’s cool though. We can play this little game. But just know I’m going to win every fucking time.” I paced around him. “I’m going to give you a warning, and it’s only going to be this one time. I don’t fuck with you, and neither does he. So do yourself a favor and get the fuck on. Don’t come back. Because if you do, you won’t walk away from it next time.”
Ol’ School wheezed from where he was sitting. “Ocean…it’s fine…let it go.”
I took a breath, letting his words temper the rage rumbling in me. I respected him. And because I respected him, I let Waylon live without me rearranging his face.
Waylon finally huffed and walked off without another word.
I went over to Ol’ School, crouching down beside him. “I’m hiring a nurse. You’re not staying here without someone watching over you.”
