"Thanks, D."
I hung up my head dropping to the sky. I knew what I was risking if this situation went left and my stomach knotted at the thought. But I couldn't let her deal with this shit on her own. What kind of man would that make me?
Nah—I had to do something. Protect her in whatever way I could.
My eyes closed as a gentle breeze rustled around me. "Please watch after me, Dri. Give me what I need to keep her safe and make it back home to our son. You know I'm not a violent man, but I can't leave her hanging. I love her too much. Let me fix this…somehow. For her. For Melo and for the family I know in my heart we could create. I love you, Dri."
Letting out a slow breath, I stepped back into the room quietly. I dressed quickly and silently, careful not to wake Gianna. Once I was done, I stood over her watching her sleep fora moment. She was so beautiful she made my heart flutter every time she looked at me with those big, brown eyes.
I would do anything for her.
And this—thiswas anything.
"I love you, baby," I mumbled. My hand lingered on the doorknob. Fear sat heavy in my chest. Not from Boss, but of what this situation could turn me into. I walked out the room, shutting the door softly behind me.
My phone chimed. Devon sent the address and let me know he was on the way. I paced the living room as I waited, thoughts running and praying Gianna stayed sleep because I knew she would try to stop me.
Devon pulled up and I stepped outside, my was gun tucked into my waistband. He rolled down his window, face set in stone as I approached. "You ready?"
"You don't have to do this D," I said
"I'll follow you," was his response.
I extended my hand and he dapped me up firmly. With a nod, I got in my truck and backed out, Devon tailing me. I rode in silence, thinking. I wasn't planning to go over there and be violent. I was hoping to talk to his wife. Let her know what he had been doing, and hopefully, she could get his ass in check before it did end up becoming violent.
That was the hope.
However…I was the prepared for the alternative as well.
Boss lived in Henderson, Nevada. A suburban area twenty minutes from the Strip. To imagine that a man liked that commuted from suburban living where he lived with his family, to stalk a woman just because she took away his access pissed me off. The closer we got the more I felt my anger bubbling at his audacity.
We pulled up and my eyes scanned for a black truck in the two-car garage. All I saw was silver Range Rover and white Lexus. We both parked and got out together.
"Let me ring the bell, Rem," Devon said as we headed up the walkway. "If we can resolve this amicably, let's try."
I just nodded. Devon stepped in front of me and rang the doorbell. My heart started racing and my stomach churned as we waited.
Finally—
"Devon?" A woman's voice came from the camera.
We both looked up.
"What are you doing here this early? Is Shelby okay?" she asked
"Yeah, she's fine," Devon replied. But…we need to talk to you, Eva." He glanced back at me. "You remember my friend Remy?"
"I do." She paused for a brief second. "I'm trying to figure out why you and him are at my home on a Saturday morning?"
Then the door opened—
And there this nigga was.
Joggers, wifebeater on, eyes cold. "I'm trying to figure out the same thing," he spoke looking directly at me over Devon's shoulder.
"Bishop—" Devon began.
But I stepped up, standing right next to Devon, my eyes locked on him. "You know why we here," I stated directly.
