Page 47 of Addicted

I found Indie in the kitchen, angrily making breakfast. She was still naked, clearly too mad to care about getting dressed.

She was muttering to herself, talking shit underher breath, and I caught a few words here and there.

“Crazy ass nigga... think he own me... got me fucked up...”

I leaned against the doorway, watching her with a smirk on my face. She was something else.

After a moment, I spoke.

“I gotta go handle business,” I said. “Pack your shit like I told you. We leaving tomorrow.”

Indie looked at me, her eyes blazing with anger. “Fuck you, nigga,” she said.

Then she went back to fixing her food, ignoring me completely.

I chuckled and shook my head.

This woman was gonna be the death of me. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I grabbed my keys and walked out the front door, nodding at the guards posted outside.

Time to handle business.

***

I pulled up to one of my legit businesses. A car wash on the east side that I used to clean money.

Kenzo was already there, leaning against his Escalade with his arms crossed, waiting for me.

I parked my Mercedes and got out, dapping him up when I reached him.

“What’s good?” I said.

“You tell me,” Kenzo said, raising an eyebrow. “You good, bro? You been kinda off lately.”

I looked at him, debating how much to say. Then I decided fuck it. Kenzo was my right hand. He’d know soon enough anyway.

“I’m gon’ be ducked off for a few days,” I said. “I need you to handle shit while I’m gone.”

Kenzo frowned. “Ducked off? Where you going?”

I took a breath.

“I’m moving Indie and her brother into my estate.”

Kenzo’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at me like I’d grown a second head.

“Nigga, what?” he said.

“You heard me.”

“Bro...” Kenzo shook his head, looking at me like he didn’t recognize me. “What the fuck is you doing? You said you was just fucking her, and now you moving her and that lil’ nigga into your crib like ya’ll ‘bout to be a family or some shit? The fuck?”

“Indie belongs to me,” I said. “And she needs to be at the main spot, not the crash pad. Word’s getting around about her. That shit gon’ put a target on her back. My spot secure. She gon’ be safe over there.”

“Mannnn. I know you ain’t gon’ listen to me no way, but I don’t know ‘bout this one, Stone. Plus, what about you?” Kenzo asked. “You safe?

“Of course, I’m safe,” I answered.