Page 11 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

That’s where I stopped him.

“How the hell do you know that? Not once have I ever seen him come through to see her, and she’s been in the care of a nursing facility for a while now.”

“I know because he visited her every Tuesday evening around seven o'clock. As we both know, money always talks, which is why his name was never documented on her visitors list. He’d spend at least thirty minutes with her each time he went. Although he was married to Gwen, his heart always remained with Katherine. He had a private account set up and placed funds into it every year. Why do you think her care is top tier?”

Everything he said made sense. However, for a minute, I had been giving Big Momma money every month to handle the expenses of my mother’s care. I made a mental note to pull up on her to see what the hell had been going on, and to find out exactly where that money had been going.

“Since the day you were born, I’ve been personally keeping tabs on you at Blake’s request. I’m proud that you turned your life around. You had me worried for a while.” He chuckled. “Blake was a hot head, just like you. Every time I turned around, he was rebelling against our parents and getting into shit. Here,” he handed me an envelope with my name on it.

“This was left just for you. Welcome to the family, EJ. I look forward to building a bond with you from here on out. I’m always one call away. As for your siblings, good luck. Most likely, Trent is the only one you’re going to have problems with. All I ask is when you knock his ass out, make sure I’m around, or at least record it.” He smirked and extended his hand.

“I did not think I was going to wake up today and find out I have another brother. I’ve always wanted a sister, but I’m so excited to meet you!” Julia raved. “So tell us about yourself. How old are you? Where did you grow up? Are you married? Do you have kids?”

She threw questions at me left and right. That shit almost gave me a headache.

“Yo, chill.” I chuckled. “My life isn’t all that exciting, so there isn’t much to tell. I’m thirty three, soon to be thirty four. I’m not married, and I have a daughter.”

“Oh, my God! I have a niece! I have to meet her. How old is she?” Julia clapped excitedly.

“She’s nine, about to be ten.”

“This is so crazy! Never in a million years did I think dad would have an illegitimate child. You’re definitely welcomed with open arms…well, from us at least.” Julia took a sip of her drink.

“So, since dad passed the torch to you, we have to have a meeting with the board to swear you in.” Preston held up his glass.

To be honest, I didn’t even want that responsibility. I had my own empire to run that I built from the ground up. This shit was like an expensive ass inconvenience in my life. I stood with my keys in my hand because I had shit to do and look into. I said my goodbyes without bothering to speak on when they would see me again. I needed time to process all this shit.

I left the Whitmore estate and headed straight to Big Momma’s crib. As usual, when I came in, she was watching Family Feud and cracking up. My mood was all fucked up, so I didn’t have time to beat around the bush.

“Hey, baby, how did it go?” she asked, not bothering to look at me.

Before I spoke a word, I turned her TV off, so I could have her undivided attention.

“I know damn well you did not just⁠—”

“The money I give you every month that’s supposed to go toward momma's care, where does it really go? Because I was informed today that this rich muthafucka has accounts set up which takes care of all that. So…if he’s been paying for momma’s care, where the hell is my money?”

“Ethan James Whitmore, have you lost yo’ damn mind? First off, who the hell do you think you are coming into my house and talking to me that way?” She raised her voice.

“Yes, that man has been fronting the bill for Kat ever since the day she was placed there. Why do you think I made those arrangements for her to be in such a nice, upscale facility? He offered to take care of the expenses, so who was I to decline? Especially since my baby needed the help.” Tears welled in her eyes.

“And as far as your money, I too set up an account, in Zoie’s name. Every last penny you’ve given me, I put it up for her. You don’t come up in here with your chest poked out, talking sideways to me!”

My hands rubbed over my face as I calmed myself down. She was right, I should’ve approached her in a better way. Shit, my thoughts were all over the place, and when that happens, I easily blank the fuck out.

“I apologize, momma.” I held my head down. “This shit is just…too much. It’s a lot. Did you know this man left his banking company to me? He has three other kids he could’ve left that shit to, but he left it to me. That’s not me. I’m not a corporate type of dude.”

“Don’t block your blessings by being ungrateful, EJ. You’re a natural boss. Wearing a suit and tie won’t take anything from you. It’ll just be another notch under your belt. A legal notch, which will be good for you.”

What I did in the streets was no secret to Big Momma. As long as I didn’t bring any heat to her front door, she kept her mouth shut and stayed in her lane. I took a moment to digest what was said, and I had to admit she was right. She was always right. I let out a deep sigh as I realized I had my work cut out for me. But then again, I was a new billionaire. All that street shit was about to be cut out of my agenda. Now, all I had to do was get my boys on board. With my new endeavors, it would take no time to clean up our money and transition legally.

For the past four days, Charles had been keeping in contact with me, trying to persuade me to come out to Whitmore Finance Banking. He had mentioned that it would be best to come out and meet everyone on the board. Honestly, I didn’t want to be the face of the company. More money came with more problems. My name rang bells in the streets already, and I didn’t need muthafuckas getting any ideas. Like I told Charles, I rather run shit from behind closed doors. I didn’t give a damn who chose to be the face; as long as I reaped a hundred percent of my benefits, there wouldn’t be any problems.

The more people I could keep out of my business regarding this company, the better. It took me some time to think about it, but I eventually took Charles' word for it. I only wanted to meet with the board. Everyone else who worked for them, I couldn’t care less about. With that said, I was on my way to the outlets to find something to wear. I had a closet full of shit, but I needed some fresh business attire. I wasn’t about to be walking around in no suits and shit. That wasn’t me. However, I had a certain drip in mind, so I had to get myself right.

On the way, I enjoyed some bomb ass head from my little hoe, Carla, my butter pecan Puerto Rican chick. I had been messing around with her off and on for about a year. She knew how to suck dick good enough to get damn near anything she wanted, except for a wedding ring and a kid. She wasn’t getting either of those up outta me.

My ass clenched in the driver's seat as I felt my nut rushing to the tip. As always, she drained the life out of me, swallowing all the kids my dick spit up. That shit drove me crazy every time.