I made my way down the hall just as I heard her open the door.
When I made it back to the living room, the two of them were side by side on the sofa, chatting away. Story stood when I entered the room and hugged me before he sat next to Sophie again.
“So maybe the three of us can have dinner tonight?” Sophie looked from me to Story.
She wanted the time with Story, but was really trying to figure out where we were heading and if it would keep me away from her all day.
“Yes, sure, sweetheart. Just call your mother and the two of you can make plans.”
She frowned at the mention of her mother, but nodded to agree, and Story kissed her cheek before he stood. Sophie was right behind him.
“What time should we expect you?”
“I’ll call you.” I pulled her against my body and kissed the side of her face. “You know I’m beating that pussy up tonight and it’s about to be a long ass day until I can.”
“Trooper,” she whispered, pushing me away from her. Story looked at both of us with raised brows.
I chuckled, knowing he hadn’t heard me but had an idea of what was going on. “She’s grown, Story.”
He smirked and shook his head. “Let’s go.”
When we reached the front of my building, Story pointed to the car out front, a nice ass Benz. He tossed the key toward me and moved straight to the passenger side.
“Why the fuck you giving me the key?”
“I’m not legal yet. I’m not trying to go back to prison over dumb shit.”
Once I was in the driver’s seat, I looked his way as he adjusted his seat to get comfortable.
“This yours?”
Story was set for life. I made sure of that, but there was no way he had time to pick this up. He had been there for me, so I damn sure saw to it that he had what he needed. Even if he never had the chance to spend it, I kept his accounts laced. The money was his and I would never spend it.
“Yeah, courtesy of William Prescott.” He smirked and I looked at him, confused.
“Lanni purchased it a few months ago. It’s been in a garage, never even been driven. Apparently, she’s been spending his money buying shit for me. A place in Manhattan and this car amongst other things. The second she started planning for me to get out, she spent his money on shit like this. She wanted to make sure I had what I needed when it happened.”
“You don’t need that muthafucker’s money. You have your own.”
“True, but knowing I’m fucking her in a place his money paid for and driving around in a car he also purchased just makes shit so much sweeter. Why spend my money when I can spend his?”
I agreed and pulled away from the curb. As soon as we hit the first intersection, I looked over at him. “You didn’t fuck her in here, did you?”
“Hell no.” He looked my way and smiled. “I thought about it though.”
“Ay, from now on, I’ll drive my own shit. I want no parts of that.”
Story laughed but I was dead ass serious.
“Where to first?”
“The Prescott Agency.”
“Enough said.”
It was time to handle business.
Chapter 49
