She flashed a mischievous smile and leaned in so that her nose was touching mine. Sticking her tongue out, she swiped it slowly across my top lip.
“Mehki,” she purred, “you haven’t even had her at her wettest. I hope you enjoyed your late-night sweet treat. Thanks for mine.” Pecking my lips, she grabbed the bag of trash from the front seat and got out.
I kept my eyes glued to her as she walked over to her Maserati, hopped in, and started it up. The way she made sure to roll down the window and wave to the way she eased out of the spot said something. Maybe, just maybe, Karima had something to worry about after all.
CHAPTER 7
My Business Is Sullivan Business
KYIRIS
“What y’all be doing when I’m not here?” I asked Jay and Tay as I leaned against the shelves that held the new shipment of artillery that had just come in. “Because this is not organized at all.”
“What you mean?” Jay questioned, stacking the last crate labeled red wine in the corner.
Whenever there was a new shipment, I liked to be on the scene to ensure product was stored a certain way. Some would say that it was a little OCD mixed with a lot of bossy, but there was always a method to my madness. My top tier organization skills made it so that product went out in a timely manner, and there was no confusion on what product went to who. Quiet and swift was how we moved and what kept this part of the family business undetected.
“I’m saying, y’all stacking stuff neatly, but is it by state, territory, block? The way I usually have it set up?”
“And how you expect us to do that when you the one with the blueprint in your handy dandy iPad?” Jay replied, turning to me.
“I sent it to y’all too. It’s a whole spreadsheet.”
Tay shrugged, pushing open the steel door and gesturing for me to exit. “Everything is accounted for and organized in a waythat works forus, Key. The niggas who work distribution. We straight. Come on ‘cause we ain’t tryna be here witchu all day playin’ Tetris.”
“Real shit.” Jay chuckled, walking past me.
I rolled my eyes and locked my iPad. “Cool. I don’t wanna hear nothing fromthe niggas who work distributionwhen shit get chaotic in there either. Y’all gon’ have to deal with Aura. Not me.”
“Yeah, aight. You know you live to fix some shit. It’s what you do, cuzz.” Tay put his arm around my neck in an attempt to butter me up.
He’d been doing that same move since we were kids. Out of all of us, Taylin was the finesser. He knew it, we knew it, but by the time anyone outside of immediate family knew, that nigga would have talked you into something or out of it. All of the men in my family had the gift of gab, but that Taylin was a little more calculating with it, and I always peeped game.
“Back up off me.” I pushed him. “You just made it clear that y’all don’t need my help outside of what I do. I’ma just prove you wrong as soon as y’all do.”
“Wowww,” Jay dragged, “praying on our downfall. That ain’t Sullivan business. Not at all.”
“Y’all stay tryna wipe me down. Forgetting I ain’t one of y’all hoes. Y’all gon’ have to stand on it wit’ me,” I made clear, taking a seat at the long wooden table in the middle of the room.
“Maannn, forget you.” Tay waved me off and sat on the edge of the table.
“What time Aura say he gon’ be here?”
“Should be in the next twenty minutes,” Jay confirmed.
“I got a question, and y’all gotta answer as if I’m not your cousin. Just like… one of the homegirls,” I said, making sure to set the question up before asking.
Jay’s brow shot up, while Tay crossed his arms across his chest.
“You ‘bout to ask some outta pocket shit, ain’t you?” Tay had already caught on.
I flashed a small grin. “Can I ask the question or not?”
“Go head,” Tay pushed.
“Okay. What y’all think about poly relationships?”
They both went silent, with Jay blinking and Tay’s lip curling up.
