“Yo, what’s going on?”
“Ain’t shit. Got Boss on the line. They got this nigga on a one call type of shit.”
I laughed.
“Damn that’s some jail shit. You sure this three-way call is allowed? Can’t have you losing your yard time to talk to little ol’ me, fool,” I joked.
“Man, fuck y’all. I could lose my phone privileges, but I would rather y’all hear from me than pass word of mouth too many times.”
“Then pass the word, nigga.”
“I’m good. Hating this muthafucka, but glad y’all convinced me to come. I still have a long way to go, but moving. No lie, I feel like I’m on a nice ass vacation some days.”
“An expensive ass fucking vacation, fool,” BK said, making us all laugh.
“Hell yeah. Who I owe for this bill?”
“Nigga, your damn self. This round is all you. But I am glad you feel that way. Rest is an essential part of recovery. I’mworking on keeping that same vibe once you come back and reclaim your business. I’m making some adjustments to the lists of employees on the board, and don’t worry, you can afford to pass off the load.”
“You hear this nigga, B? His ass ain’t even been in the position no more than two months and already making changes. Well do that shit then, fool. Any fuck ups coming out your shit.” I laughed.
“No fuck ups. I even picked up a major client.”
“Well, damn. Who is it?”
I paused before I told him. I knew he would feel a way, but right now, this wasn’t about their beef. This was about me and Lourdè.
“Wilson and his wife,” I said, not giving too many details on the subject. I thought I might hear some pushback but didn’t.
“Oh cool. I tried to tell him sometime last year he needed us on guard. Q really is a cool muthafucka. I’m glad he came around, and hell yeah, that’s a major tax bracket.”
“Yeah.” It got quiet.
I was sure he was thinking about the whole situation that went down before he left. I hated to push him back mentally when clearly everyone was over it.
BK jumped in, changing the subject altogether, and I was glad. I listened, throwing a few punches until I pulled behind the white car in the driveway.
“Well, let me go. I just got to a client’s house. Mad Dog, take care of yourself. Call us again when you can. You probably on punishment now though.” He laughed.
“Love you, Tunk.”
“Love you too.” I hung up so they could finish their call while I went to surprise my Queen Lou.
I hit the doorbell, waiting a few seconds before Quincey opened the door for me, even extending his hand for me to shake.
“You made it right on time. She just came downstairs. I also want to apologize ahead of time; she’s in a mood already.”
He turned his head, walking further past the foyer with me smirking, knowing that I’d played a role in her shitty mood.
“Oh no worries.”
“Josie, baby, your bodyguard is here,” he announced as we walked into their kitchen where she had her back to us, standing over the stove.
“Hey Q, I don’t give a fuc?—"
She turned mid-sentence and gasped.
“Hello, Mrs. Wilson,” I said, holding my hand out to extend my greeting.
