“Gillian has no idea who ‘Trell’ is?—”
“Everything he needs to know is there. And while Mekhi figures it out, I’ll take care of his mother, Mekhayla, and Farrah. Then it’ll be time for me to deal with him.”
I smiled as I thought about it. I hated that nigga with everything in me, and I was going to make sure he felt that before he died. My mother grabbed my hands suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts.
“Don’t forget everything he has could’ve been yours. Our lives would be so much better, if he?—”
“I know. I get it. I could never forget.”
You won’t let me, I added silently, pulling my hands out of hers.
“I just need you to focus, KeAndre. Focus on getting everything that’s coming to you. Focus on getting everything that’s yours,” she said softly.
An image of Farrah flashed in my mind.Yeah, I thought.Everything that’s mine.
“What is that look about?”
“Nothing. Look, all this shit gon’ come to a head. One of the niggas who was part of the drive-by crew is missing. Mekhi obviously hearing shit, and he following the trail I’m laying out for his ass. I’ma catch him when he thinks he’s catching me.”
She smiled at me. “Soon?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Soon.”
I should’ve been heading downstairs,but something had me going back to her room, to look at her one more time. She was knocked out, the result of our going three rounds until she tapped out on me. I guess it was a lot for a virgin—well, an ex-virgin—to handle. I still couldn’t believe that. On the other hand, part of me could imagine her bougie ass sitting on that good ass pussy for all these years. It was a good thing she had, considering my dumb ass did something I never do and said fuck a rubber.
Sprawled across the bed, she had the covers around her waist, and she was naked. That sight alone was almost enough to make me climb back in with her, but I had too much shit to take care of. I moved closer to her, and I couldn’t help reaching out a hand and running my finger over a plump ass titty. Her nipplehardened beneath my touch, and I had to fight the urge to bend down and kiss it. She moved, stretching her pretty, thick body and I got still, not wanting to wake her. She settled back down, and I walked out. It occurred to me that I was ready to start my day because I had seen her, but I refused to consider that shit. This girl had me too open, sharing everything from my thoughts to my bed.
I walked downstairs and into my dining room to find Seth already there with Texas and a few of the men who worked security for us. Some shit had to change today. Not only was Farrah my responsibility, but my sister and mother would be back from Paris next week and I had to make sure they were covered, too. That might mean hiring new people and I needed Tex to get started on some background checks.
I had no shame admitting that I was treading new ground. When Seth and I were more heavily involved in the drug game, I’d seen the need for security and details up close. But in my current line of business, I was more behind the scenes, dealing with money and the kinds of transactions that didn’t bring a lot of attention. I kept a few guys around because I wasn’t stupid—someone would always be gunning for my position, and I did have considerable amounts of cash at some locations. But I’d never needed security like this before.
“We all know the shit that happened with Farrah last night shouldn’t have happened,” I started.
Jarell shook his head, looking guilty. “Yeah, that shit was my fault?—”
“Nah, after what happened to her in the convenience store, I should’ve realized it would take more than one person to keep an eye on her. This nigga is determined to get close to her, and I keep making it easy. That shit ends now.”
I ran down the details of how I wanted them to move until I took care of Trell’s bitch ass. I was no longer playing withthe safety of the women around me… although one definitely had some explaining to do. The meeting didn’t take long. My instructions were straightforward—keep their eyes open and their trigger fingers ready. I repeated Farrah’s description of Trell, and Tex pulled up the picture we’d been able to get from the supermarket video. It was like the nigga knew where the cameras were. There were no shots of his face.
“Y’all got any ques?—”
“You in here talking to yourself…ohhh!”
Farrah appeared in the doorway and her voice stopped abruptly when she saw everyone in the room. She looked shocked in just one of the shirts she slept in and for once, I realized how short them bitches were. I frowned at her.
“I thought you were asleep.”
Reading my face, she glared at me as she tried to pull the hem of the shirt down. “I woke up. I didn’t know you had company.”
“Shit, it’s cool,” Will said, licking his lips as he looked at her.
Matter of fact, all of them weak ass niggas were looking at her half-dressed ass. For some reason, that pissed me off worse.
“The fuck y’all looking at?” I snapped before turning back to Farrah. “Go upstairs. I’m handling something.”
Her hand went to her hip, and the shirt rose up higher. She was ready to argue, but all I could see was how the niggas in my dining room were slobbing over her.
“Farrah, go. Now.”
