“Who is the nigga that you sent Yohana to? The one who you said was named Vic that robbed her of two pounds?”
Junior looked like a deer caught in headlights. “He’s just somebody that I know through people. We not all that close. He said he needed the work, and I pointed him in the right direction.”
“You don’t know him that well, but you told Yohana that he was your people. Your people robbed her, and you haven’t been answering the phone for her since then. You set her up.”
Junior wasn’t so sure why Canyon cared so much about Yohana being robbed. To his knowledge, Yohana paid for the work; he didn’t front her. Canyon’s pockets didn’t take a hit, but here he was with his goons looking like he was ready to murder something. “No, I didn’t. I didn’t know the nigga was gon’ rob her.”
“Call him.”
“Huh?”
“Nigga, you heard me! I don’t like repeating myself. Get in the fuckin’ house, and do what I said.”
Junior opened the door to his house hoping that Jeff wouldn’t answer the phone. Junior’s pockets took a major hit when Morris got knocked. He had to start copping bullshit heroin that was stepped on, and his customers were complaining. Yohana had come back in the game with this good ass dope, and she wouldn’t front him shit. Her fronting him would have been what he needed to get back on his feet, but she was on some funny shit. Him and Jeff came up with the idea to rob Yohana, and they would get one pound each. She wouldn’t get hurt, and the extra money in his pockets would help him.
Inside his house, Junior pulled his phone from his pocket and called Jeff. “Put it on speaker,” Canyon glared at him.
Junior’s heart felt as if it was trying to jump out of his chest. Not only was Canyon looking like he wanted to murder him but if Morris found out that he helped a man to rob Yohana, that would be his ass for sure. The phone rang three times, and Jeff answered sounding hype as hell.
“What’s good, nigga?”
Junior’s eyes darted over to Canyon. “Tell him to meet you here,” he stated in a low tone.
“Aye, I need you to come through right now. I have a business proposition for you.”
“Shit, I’m on the way. Especially if it’s better than the proposition you had to hit that bitch for that work. We should have gotten more than two pounds nigga. Shoulda hit that bitch for at least six.”
Junior peeped Canyon’s jaw muscles flexing, and he knew the man was pissed. Damn, was Yohana fucking him? “Yeah, this is better than that,” Junior replied in a faint voice. He almost felt like he wanted to faint. He just had to admit in front of Canyon that he was the one that came up with the idea to rob Yohana.
He ended the call, and Canyon jerked his head in Junior’s direction. In two seconds, Amar had hit him in the face so hard that Junior’s phone fell from his hand. That was followed up with a two-piece from Diric that knocked Junior on his ass. Canyon watched as they beat the man for about a minute. He was disgusted that someone that was practically family would rob Yohana for that petty ass amount of drugs. He wanted to put a bullet in Junior’s face, but he refrained.
By the time Amar and Diric grew tired of beating Junior, he had been worked over pretty good. He sat up and saw one of his teeth on the floor in a small puddle of blood. Junior wasn’t sure if they would be satisfied with beating him or if they would kill him too, but he prayed they let him live. If Yohana told Morris on him though, he’d have another set of problems to worry about. Junior stood to his feet and leaned against the wall. Canyon looked around the house in disgust. Junior’s house wasn’t the cleanest and the décor looked like it had been picked up off the side of the road.
The room was silent. Everyone remained standing. Diric pulled a blunt from behind his ear and lit it. He was tired of waiting and so were Amar and Canyon. This nigga needed to hurry up. As if the Universe granted their wish, there was a knock at the door. All three men pulled their straps out, and Canyon made his way over to the door to open it. He steppedback, and Jeff didn’t see the men in the house or the state that Junior was in until he was already inside. Canyon placed the barrel of his gun to Jeff’s temple.
“You thought it was cool to rob my friend of her work?”
Jeff’s eyes widened. “I-I n-no. I mean, Junior said that no one would get hurt and it was only ?” he wasn’t finished talking before Canyon put a bullet in his head and silenced him forever.
Junior was so scared that his knees buckled. He wanted to throw up at the sight of blood and brain matter splattered on his walls. Junior’s eyes got teary. Canyon walked over to him and shot him in the knee. Only because he was related to someone in Yohana’s family did he let the bastard live.
CHAPTER 19
“Since when didyou start liking jazz?” Canyon asked as he buttoned his maroon colored dress shirt. The shirt topped off his charcoal grey slacks very nicely, and he looked like a grown ass man. A grown ass man with money.
Cheyenne pulled her long blonde braids up into a bun. “Since I came home. I spent six years in prison, babe. I want to do anything that will cause me to have to dress up, get cute, and get out the house. I heard about jazz night on the radio, and I wanted to go.”
“Bet,” was Canyon’s only reply. He was trying. He hadn’t spoken to Yohana in four days, but he thought about her every day.
Canyon had to resist the urge to call her at least ten times a day. Cheyenne had gotten back into the swing of things, and it was like she had never left. She spent more than $20,000 in the mall in three days buying all kinds of things. She had purchased more than twenty pairs of heels, she had sandals, sneakers, five pairs of bedroom slippers. Cheyenne bought mad pajama sets, new bras and panties, all kinds of lotion. She spent more than $2,000 on perfume alone. She was going crazy. She had purses and robes, make-up. All new everything. She was spendingCanyon’s money like it grew on trees. She had gotten a facial, her nails done, a pedicure, a massage, Brazilian wax. Cheyenne felt like a completely new person. She’d even gotten laser hair removal for her underarms.
For jazz night, she dressed in tight black jeans, a denim corset top, and denim Louboutin heels. Cheyenne looked amazing and felt better as she squirted on her baccarat perfume. “Babe, can you fasten my necklace?” She lifted her newly purchased diamond necklace from the black velvet case.
Canyon did as she asked. He didn’t care about the money that Cheyenne spent. She deserved to have nice things. He had it for her to spend and though he was unsure about where their marriage was headed, he wouldn’t deny her access to his money. Her second day out, he took her to a car lot and let her pick out a car. She chose an Audi R8. Cheyenne had put prison behind her and so far, she’d been in a great mood. She hadn’t blamed Canyon for her time away or mentioned his cheating. He just had to wonder how long it would last.
“You look so handsome,” Cheyenne smiled at him.
It might have been wrong, but Canyon was glad that her period had come. Sex with Cheyenne had been the last thing on his mind. Canyon was just trying to get himself together. He was being fair in the fact that he wasn’t contacting Yohana. He was respecting her wishes, and he was going to give his marriage a fair shot. No cheating. No contact with Yohana. If he went weeks and months without seeing her, he would have to get over her. Right? He hoped so. She was too good to be a side chick, and he didn’t want to keep hurting Cheyenne. Canyon just wanted to wake up one morning and be in love with his wife again. They just needed time to reconnect. They needed to get to know each other again. For better or for worse. That’s what their vows said.
