“Yes, sir.” The lady started fixing their food, and twenty minutes later we were back in the car, and they were tearing that shit up. I’m just glad we were back on the road. An hour and half later we were pulling into the parking lot of the Luxe Hotel. I jumped out before the car could come to a complete stop, and Zelly was right behind me.
Walking up to the check-in desk, I heard, “Welcome to the Luxe; are we checking-in?” The receptionist asked.
“No. Is the manager from VIP registration in, or the uhh... Um manager from housekeeping in?” I asked her.
“No, sir; both are off today. They normally work during the morning on the weekends, but they were both off today.”
“Hmmmm. Well, let me get three rooms,” I told her.
“Yes, sir, I’ll need your ID and method of payment.” She smiled.
“I need king beds.” I handed her what she asked for. She handed me my keys and we walked back outside.
“Fuckkk! I needed to talk to one of them because they could tell me who had access to my room.”
I saw some housekeepers smoking and talking in the parking lot. So, I walked over to where they were.
“Excuse me, ladies. I got a quick question. Do y’all know how I can get in touch with Ms. More?” I questioned.
“Ohhhhh, you came back. Damn, they gonna have to assign me your room this time. You fine as fuck! But who you say?” She asked, and I shook my head.
“Ms. More. Do you know how I can reach her?”
“Forever. Umm, she off today.” When she said that, I had to look at her ’cause what the fuck she talking ’bout?
“Nah, Ms More.” I blurted.
“I know who you said. Her name is Forever More,” she said, and my knees buckled a little.
“You got her address?” I asked.
“Ion know you. I can’t be giving out her address like that. People crazy these days, it’s stalkers out here. And we need our boss lady safe.” She looked over at me. I knew her type and what got her ass talking. I reached into my pocket and handed her five hundred.
“Can I get that address and her phone number? I promise you I’m not here to hurt her.”
“Okkkkkay then, Forever! She lives at 2578 Elmhurst in Harlem.” She placed the money in her bra, and after she gave me her number, I was out.
My mind was racing like a muthafukca. Forever! Ms. More is Forever. That’s crazy because the entire time she was writing me, she was giving me her fuckin’ name. I just assumed it was a term of endearment to end the letter. Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up on her block. I let out a breath and got out thetruck. Zelly and Rome stayed in the car. I rang the doorbell and some dude snatched the door open.
“Who the fuck is you?” He questioned with a mug on his face. All I knew was this nigga betta keep that shit respectful before I put his head through that fuckin’ window. I didn’t want to overstep if this was her nigga, but I needed answers.
“Is Forever home?” I questioned.
“The fuck you want with her?”
“Is she home?” I asked again.
“No, nigga. Get the fuck off my porch and don’t come back!” he snapped, slamming the door.
I stood there for a minute because I was ready to kick this bitch in and beat his ass. I walked off the porch and headed back to the car. I wasn’t leaving, I just wanted to talk to my folks for a minute because I was about to lose it. If that was her man, I didn’t want to cause any problems for her, but fuck that nigga for real.
“This nigga disrespectful as fuck. If that’s her nigga, it’s about to be a problem. ’Cause I need to talk to her,” I told them.
“I just need you to calm down. We both know when you get to this level, it’s always a bloodbath. Let me try,” Zelly said, and she got out and walked up the steps to the porch and rang the doorbell. This girl talking about remain calm cause as soon as she rang that doorbell, both her Glocks were in her hand, and she had them crossed behind her back.
“Zelly ’bout to shoot him. I just know she is.” Rome shook his head.
Minutes later, dude snatched the door open.
