“What’s up? You got something for me already? Or is this about Boss? Is he straight? If we need to go out there, I can probably take a day or two off.” I was now shoving papers around on the desk so I could get to the handwritten version of the schedule I’d made, seeing who I could switch out and put on Johnni.
“Oh yeah, naw, he cool. This is actually about you. I got a visit from a client the other day who wanted me to get some information on someone and their family just like you.” I sat back, holding my head to the side as I squinted, trying to read him. BK was hard to read.
This nigga is always calm.
“Well, who is it?”
He snorted.
“I knew you would ask and you already know I can’t tell you, but I can show you what I saw.”
He pulled out a single image, sliding it over to me on the desk. I wasted no time picking it up to see who he was following.
I smirked. It was a picture of Johnni and me from the other day, parked in the alley. I had just opened her door to her half ass naked. BK had managed to get us kissing.
I grabbed the back of my neck, rubbing as I released a few chuckles.
“Look, I don’t care to know your business. Is your shit messy? Hell fucking yeah, but still not mine. I’m making you aware of the family. I told you before that getting in bed with the Wilsons could be a deadly game and my concern beyond my lady’s friend is this company that is now under your name. We both agreed Boss would return to a good standing position to sit back and relax. You doing whatever you’re doing with Johnni will for sure bring him home to ashes of where his hard work once was.”
I laughed harder, still looking at the picture while I listened to what BK was saying. I mean, honestly, once or twice the thought crossed my mind. Maybe I was selfish when it came to my feelings for Johnni, but she was worth the risk.
“They have an open marriage.”
“C’mon, nigga, open or closed, you really believe this man would be cool with you fucking his wife? Think about how this looks. You work for him and taking his ol’ lady down, even a divorced muthafucka wouldn’t be cool ’bout any of this.”
I stroked my beard doing just that, only my mind went to the other day when she had taken the pregnancy test.
The digital word appeared on the tiny screen and I knew then I would have to die to keep her with me.
“What would you do for your lady and your baby?” I asked calmly, tucking the picture into my suit jacket. This fool wasn’t getting it back.
“Anything, but our situations aren’t the same at all. Johnni is still legally married. You and I both know that. Shit everyone does. The only person who knows about this open shit is you.”
“Yup, and that’s the only difference here. But all I see is my lady who is now carrying my baby, so I can’t back down for real now. Not from her, our baby, or us. I don’t know who hired you, but something tells me it’s more for that grimy ass husband of hers and all the bullshit he’s got going on right now.”
“Wait, Johnni is pregnant? Do the girls know? Mickey hasn’t said nothing about it. And I can’t deny or confirm shit, but I will say, they are persistent with getting what they need to ruin the whole Wilson family.”
“Fuck, one-to-ten scale me. How bad?”
“It’s bad enough for me to be here right now worried about this business. The shit I got so far is a lot. Like I wasn’t fully prepared. I knew they were dirty, but damn.”
“See, that’s what I’m talking about. I can’t back down, especially when his only focus is winning his election by any means. My only concern is her. I have to protect all of mine. I don’t give a fuck about the last name she currently wears, Johnni is my woman. How soon will I have my package? Time is ticking and I need to get her away from that nigga like yesterday.”
BK let out a heavy sigh.
“Soon.”
We both got quiet before I spoke.
“To protect the business, I’ll make some arrangements to ensure if…whenshit gets bad that it won’t be a casualty.” He nodded.
“And if he burns the office down?”
“It’s a building that can be rebuilt or moved. I can handle that too. Also, don’t worry, the title won’t be able to be touched. I give you my word on that.” He nodded silently before leaning up, extending his hand. I outstretched mine, shaking his on good faith.
“I got you. Also, that was the only shot I took. I’ll pretend I could never get close to her to get any more pictures that would expose her image or y’all.”
“I appreciate that. You know I’ma be forever curious about who hired you though.”
