I knew my emotions were moving fast, but call it love at first sight type of shit.
“I’ll tell you what, Courtland. You have a week to get everything in order. If Boss is around here when I come back through, it won’t be pretty. Then the blame for those dependents who will be out on their asses will be on you.”
“It’s Tunk. I never told you my name, Q.” Of course, he knew my name without me telling him. This reminded me that I didn’t know who the hell was standing here making demands, which had me at a disadvantage. That wasn’t sitting well with me.
“Just like my wife never told me you were there. I’m a man who will always know all the players on the board. I’ll be in touch.” I smirked at his comment.
She clearly ain’t tell you how I dicked her down and got plans on going another round, yet here we are, nigga.
He grabbed his jacket, putting it back on before heading out of the door.
“Naja, I know it’s out of your title, but can you please look up this treatment facility and call to see if they have a bed available?” I asked as I pulled up the information for the extended stay rehab I’d found in California. Boss needed a break. I needed a break.
“Of course, Tunk.” I passed her my phone and headed back to Boss’s office. I hung my head as I walked down the hallway. A tension headache began to sit in. I rolled my neck around, hoping the cracks and pops helped relieve it a bit.
When I opened the door, what I didn’t expect was Boss to be strapped to his office chair by rope, sporting a nasty ass glare I wasn’t fazed by.
Shit, this fool needs to be smiling and thanking me.
“Hey, Tino, Tunk just walked in the room, are you ready?” BK asked as Tino’s voice came over the speaker again.
“Before we get started, someone inform me on who this Q nigga is,” I said, taking a seat next to BK in the empty chair across from the desk.
“Oh shit, you don’t know. That’s Congressman Quincey Wilson.”
I dragged my hands down my face as I released an annoyed ass grunt. Boss pissing off a man of this level was all bad andfor him to even keep digging while in his presence only had me heated even more.
It had been so long that I didn’t even know who was in positions I used to protect. Not so long that I’d forgotten how shady these muthafuckas were.
If Q said he would ruin Boss’d Up, then I knew he would.
“Fuck, man. Boss, it’s time. We let you wild the fuck out for months with the hopes of you tiring yourself out, but at this point, with this nigga now in the mix, I need you to do this for you and your name. And unfortunately, with all the business tied to Boss’d Up, I’m not giving you a choice. The signature on the paper will be temporary, but this is the only way I can think to protect your baby that you worked too damn hard for to throw away,” I said flat out, with Tino agreeing.
“Man, fuck him. Once I get Naja’s ass to do what I pay her to do or call myself, you gon’ see Quincey is all talk,” Boss barked.
“All talk? Nigga, your busted ass lip says otherwise.” Boss kissed his teeth right before he curved his lip up, turning his head.
“I can’t say too much about it because it’ll ruin my NDA with my client, but trust me, you don’t want to get caught up with this man or the Wilsons at all. If he said he’ll do it, believe him. Before this situation gets any messier, Boss, just go take care of your business. Trust us, we won’t let anything happen, just like before. We got you,” BK stressed.
When Boss said nothing nor looked at us, BK huffed and Tino went on to plead his case for treatment, followed by Art and BK, all giving heartfelt speeches.
When it came to me, I didn’t have any of that sentimental energy left to give this stubborn ass muthafucka.
“Yeah, I ain’t got none in me today. It’s clear you gon’ let this fucked up addiction win, as if you not Mad Dog, the muthafucka who could take on a room full of insurgents. I’m talking a fullblown beast in the field. I get it, that’s not you anymore. I can’t keep doing this with you. The constant calls from the bars and clubs to come scoop you like you my gotdamn kid and shit. You said the last time you fell off was it. I get it, life gets hard. But unlike yours, mine has to continue. BK’s life has to move on. He got a whole ass baby and girl at home. Tino got Summer now. Shit, even Art got Amber. Do you want some of that too? Because I know I do, and the only way is to cut off the dead weight. If you don’t do this, I’m out and I’ll take the crew with me. I’ll start my own shit,” I stated calmly. Nobody had time for a soft ass approach with Boss. This was all tough love with a whole lot of truth. I had to think about more than just him at this moment.
It got quiet, then the low sniffles came.
“Man, it wasn’t supposed to get bad this time. I swore?—”
Boss’s voice cracked before he continued. “I thought I had it together this time. Thanksgiving came and my dad got back in my head. I fucked up so bad.”
“Yeah you did,” Art said, chuckling, which had BK tossing the stapler at him, which he caught in his arm, causing Art to wince in pain.
“Ouch, shit, I’m only saying what we all thinking. Damn a nigga for being honest.”
“Ay, we fall so we can get back up stronger. Let me hear you say it, Mad Dog,” I said, calling him by his SEAL name, waiting for him to finish our motto.
“The only easy day was yesterday, Chief.” His tone was clear as he called me a title I hadn’t heard in so long as he attempted to straighten in his chair the best he could against the rope.
