“I told her it was foul as fuck how she was doing you. You’s a cool muthafucking dude, Q. You can do better than a ho?—”
And just like Lourdè, ol’ boy pieced Boss in the mouth. This time though, his lip was leaking for real.
“What the fuck!” Boss went to react, but I grabbed him. The last thing I wanted was to break up a fight in the front entrance.
“Damn, and I promised Johnni I wouldn’t hit you, but fuck that. And normally I’m not the type of man who likes to get physical, but I can’t have muthafuckas out here thinking they can disrespect any part of me. Shit, this is going to get messy. My lawyer should’ve just served you instead. Boss, I came here hoping there was some type of misunderstanding, you know, sinceyou’s a cool muthafucking dude, but naw. None of this is going to work for me. Especially not after you confirmed what that video?—”
I huffed as I grabbed the back of my neck and prepared to step in now since Boss cut ol’ boy off.
“Hold up, served? For what? If anything, I should be the one pressing charges on both of y’all asses for putting hands on me. As a matter of fact, Naja, call CFPD. I’m sick of muthafuckas thinking shit sweet.” I looked at Naja whose eyes bugged out toward me, letting me know this was my call. I shook my head.
Damn, it ain’t even been a full twelve hours and he got his hands on it already!
For ol’ boy to have the video from Roulette, he had to be connected. Yet, I had no idea who he was.
“Trust me, this is me being polite about the situation given your blatant disrespect of my wife, then and now. The way Icould’ve dragged your name through the pits of hell to ruin your shit would’ve been a lot easier and less time consuming for me. But, again, since you’re cool and I’m cool,your words. Just back down before shit gets ugly.”
I frowned at his words as Boss stood there wiping his mouth and laughing as if this nigga said some real time funny shit.
“Back down from what?” I asked since I was the only one concerned about what he was talking about.
Ol’ boy sized me up before his eyes landed on me. I didn’t like that shit at all. Something about how he looked at me had the hairs on my arm crawling.
“Oh, I almost forgot he had hired protection. The bodyguard that needs security, that’s comical. I’ll give you until the end of the week to shut down. And that’s me being more than generous with my time to get this shit handled.”
“I ain’t shutting the fuck down. Man fuck you!” Boss charged him and I watched as Quincey didn’t even blink in the slightest before I pushed Boss back, with Art and BK both stepping in to hold him back.
“Yo, chill the hell out,” I said, then put my attention on ol’ boy.
“Let’s take a beat and chop it up real quick.” He glanced at Boss who Art and BK were guiding toward his office. Once they were out of sight and earshot, I continued.
“Listen, you don’t know me, but I agree with Boss. We ain’t shutting shit down. This is his company on paper, but there’s a team that depends on us to be in business along with the companies and contracts we have over the city. I’ma take over for a while until Boss is back to himself. We already got a plan in motion. I’m sure you’re aware that I was there yesterday to help control the situation?—
He cut me off.
“Meaning what?”
I huffed heavily. “Meaning, ain’t no need to let one man’s fuck up spill over into other innocent people livelihoods when another qualified person can take over.”
He ran his tongue over his top teeth as he snorted.
“And I guess you feel you’re the man for the job since you were able tocontrolmy wife, huh?”
There was a bite on that control that my mind wasn’t registering fast enough.
Damn, did he know how I had his wife at Seventh Heaven?
I was running through possibilities of what he could’ve meant until he had the video pulled up and now in my face.
Even though I kept my composure, my chest relaxed at the thought that I would be next to throw bows with Lourdè’s husband.
“I have to admit, it takes a lot to tame Johnni. Damn, I just hate that I missed what you said to her. It normally takes me much longer to get her ass back in line.” He locked his phone right at the clip of me pulling baby girl’s shirt down after I placed her on her feet. But it was still something behind his tone that had me curving my top lip in irritation. I knew most men moved with their wives like they were their possessions, but this nigga talked about Lourdè like she was literal property and that had a fire blazing in the pit of my stomach.
She wasn’t his anymore.
Y’all had one session, Tunk, and you ready to take her from him.
Hell yeah, if it meant she was with me.
