“Watch your damn mouth. That’s your problem now. You get fucked up and turn into a chatty nigga,” I said, irritated already and it wasn’t even eight in the morning.
“Wait, what happened with Johnni?” Art asked, since he was out of the loop.
“Man, her ass was at Roulette busting?—"
The sound of a phone ringing had Boss pausing. He began to pat his pockets, but it was mine.
I pulled my phone out to see that it was Boss’d Up, meaning it was Naja, the receptionist who doubled as HR too.
I quickly answered, assuming she was just checking since neither Boss nor I had made it in yet.
“Ay, what’s going on, Naja?”
“Naja? Why the fuck is she calling you? See, I knew you was trying to move in on my shit, Tunk. First it was if I needed help to you openly admitting to wanting to handle?—"
“Nigga, shut the fuck up so I can hear, damn,” I said before I put my ear back to Naja who was still going on about a pissed off man looking for Boss.
I had no idea who it was, but I had a feeling it had to do with Lourdè.
“We’re on our way. Don’t say or do anything until then.” I hung up and looked at Boss who looked like he could bust a blood vessel from how hard he was mugging me.
“Well, Boss, seems like you’re being summoned by an angry muthafucka. Let’s go.” I was up, shaking my head while I used my hand to direct Boss toward the door.
“If you can, follow us there,” I told BK and Art.
“We right behind you,” they assured me as we headed out.
We madeit to Boss’d Up to see a man in a suit standing in the front with one phone in his hand and another pressed against his ear, attempting to lower his voice once he heard the ding from the bell letting him know he was no longer alone. I caught him saying a name before he began to speak above a whisper and instantly knew this was Lourdè’s husband.
“Johnni, not now. Boss just walked in, but this conversation isn’t over. Don’t leave the house.” He hung up then gave us his attention.
“Hey, Q, what’s going on?” BK asked as they slapped hands, him following the same gesture with Art. Once he got to Boss, he stared with a menacing glare, ignoring Boss’s attempt to join in the hello train.
“Q! What’s going on, man? I ’on get no love? Damn, that’s messed up, and I was about to ask BK for your information. I seen some shit you need to be put on about.” His speech was slow as he walked over to greet ol’ boy whose face twisted up in disgust.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Ol’ boy asked as he put his phones in his pocket, then proceeded to take off his suit jacket, placing it on the counter of the front desk.
I saw the whole scene happening and now understood why Lourdè moved the way she did.
Her husband got her trained.
I smirked at my thought and stopped it before I could go too far. This time, I was preventing the shit from going with ol’ boy.
I stepped in front now, almost blocking Boss. Yeah, he’d said some fucked up shit, but he was clearly at a disadvantage to properly defend himself since he was under the influence.
Man, at this point, when ain’t he high or something?
“And you are?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side.
“Doing my job,” I said, standing my ground.
His smirk came filled with extra amusement along with a slow nod.
But of course, Boss’s ass had to be seen and heard.
“Tunk, let me talk to the man. He gon’ be thanking me. You’re the only one still on captain saving duty.” Boss stumbled around me, closing the distance between them even more.
“Now, like I was saying, I was at Roulette yesterday when I saw some shit. Johnni was there on stage, and I mean making all that ass clap.” Boss clapping only made ol’ boy roll up his sleeves and me shake my head. I took a step back. If Boss wanted it this way, I would let ol’ boy handle the situation.
