“Yeah. Give me a minute. I’ll be there in about thirty minutes,” I insisted before hanging up.
“What was that about?” Chevy questioned, stuffing her face with toast.
“Somebody broke into the penthouse,” I told her. “I gotta go check this shit out.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to get rid of that place,” she pointed out, lifting her brows while cutting her almond colored eyes at me. “I mean, if you’re going to be staying here with us… your family.”
A slow grin spread over my face, letting her words sink in. Chewing thoughtfully on more bacon, I bobbed my head in agreement.
“So you gon’ let a nigga come home?” I questioned.
“You want to come home?” she shot back.
“You know the answer to that.” I leaned in, taking her lips and covering them in mine in a warm kiss. “Let me go deal with this shit and grab a few things, and I’ll be back.”
After getting dressed, I took off for the penthouse to see what the fuck was going on. I had surveillance, so I definitelywanted to check the building security cameras when I got there. The cops had shown up, and that shit had me hot. I hated fucking police, especially all up and through my shit. My record was sealed tight, so there wasn’t anything that should raise red flags unless a mothafucka was looking for some shit. Soon as I stepped through the open door of my spot, a nigga smelled pork, and all their shady ass eyes focused on me. My building manager, Rashad, came over.
“Mr. Williams, thank you for coming so quickly. I apologize for any inconvenience?—”
“Save me the bullshit. The fuck happened?” I demanded.
“Well, from what I can see, the door was kicked in. They tossed everything. You let us know if anything is missing,” the detective that seemed to be in charge addressed me.
He was average height with broad shoulders and tan skin. I couldn’t tell if the nigga was Puerto Rican or Hispanic.
“Rashad.” I got the manager’s attention, and he was at my side anxiously.
“Yes, sir?”
“Get me my access to the system surveillance,” I ordered in a low tone.
“Right here, sir.” Rashad handed me a tablet with everything already up.
While walking through my place, I identified that nothing appeared to be missing. Not even anything of value, like the artwork or crystal vases that had been picked out. All the while, I watched the surveillance play back as well. I saw the mothafuckas run up in here. There were three of them. The last man that entered was taller than the rest.
Something about his posture and how he moved said law enforcement to me. Then this mothafucka stopped directly in front of the camera, giving it a taunting wave. Something about that shit seemed familiar, leaving me curious as fuck. I starteddoing the homework in my head, trying to figure out who the fuck I possibly could have pissed off. Nothing really rang a bell. These dudes were in my spot for over five minutes, straight ransacking my shit, and nobody heard nothing? After doing a complete search, which took me about forty-five minutes, I concluded that nothing of value had been swiped.
By the time I got back downstairs with the cops, most of them had cleared out. The detective I spoke with not long ago remained behind. Coming down the stairs, I scoped out the rest of my spot, looking for signs of anything else missing. Some of my personal documents had been sifted through, and that got me thinking that whoever was here was looking for something particular. Frowning, I gave Rashad the tablet back and approached the detective.
“Nothing of value is missing. I’m getting ready to sell this place anyway, so… thank you for stopping by. But I don’t have any further concerns here,” I assured him.
He studied me from head to toe, and I gave him a straight face.
“Alright. Call us if you do notice anything missing.”
“Will do.” I bobbed my head as he moved toward the door to go.
Following him to the foot of the hallway, I made sure he and his team exited before turning back to Rashad.
“So tell me what happened.” I got in his face, and he cowered back while feigning confusion, his shaken orbs met mine.
“What you talking?—”
“Don’t play with me, Rashad. Play with ya bitch’s pussy. What the fuck happened to my place?” I demanded, and his eyes fell on the ground. “Eyes up, my nigga.” I scolded him, turning so that I was a few feet in front of him.
“Some dude came in. He was armed and wanted me to deliver a message. He let me live. I didn’t agree to anything?—”
“What did he say?” I asked, emphasizing each word slowly.
