“I’m good, Uncle Jasper. How are you?”
“Good as always. PJ in a decent mood.”
Seven nodded, and we headed that way. He was so quiet, which was soooo unlike his ass. He always had something to say. When we got in the doorway, PJ stared right at us. He smiled. “What yo’ ass looking all nervous for?” he asked, sounding winded.
Seven smiled, and I could feel him relax almost immediately after. He rushed to his bedside, and said, “Man, I thought we had lost you. I would never forgive myself for that shit.”
“Nigga, shut the fuck up. I knew what I was risking. I was the only one that could get inside info. You make sure to tell Mrs. Sidney and Shy that I got some shit for them too.”
I frowned. He was working undercover.Damn.I thought he was still caught up in that bullshit. When I met Mythic, he was in it heavy, just like Mythic.
“What’s up . . . Iesha?”
“Hey, PJ. I’m glad to see you made it.”
“Shit, me too. I ain’t ready to check out of this hellhole yet.”
I giggled. “I guess I’m gon’ have to start calling you Tupac or Fitty. Probably Fitty, since he’s still alive.”
“Shiiiid, Pac alive too. That nigga chillin’ in another country somewhere, smoking a big ass Cuban.”
He chuckled, then groaned in pain.
“I’m sorry, PJ. I’m so glad you’re in good spirits.”
“Yep. They tried to take me outta here to shut me up. Watchful Eyes on their way here. Ali is gonna pretty much camp out here until I get out. They are going to allow my dad tostay in the room. Which, I’ll probably be . . . in a regular room tomorrow.”
“You sound a lil winded,” Seven said.
“Muthafucka . . . I took four bullets. I had a collapsed lung. What you . . . expect?”
“A’ight. You talking too much. Chill out,” Seven said.
“Fuck you. You gon’ . . . listen to whatever . . . I gotta say.”
I stood from my seat and got some water for him. He smiled and sucked from the straw, then winked at Seven. When he’d had enough, he released the straw. “Thank you.”
I nodded and gave him a tight smile.
“The FBI was working with them to get at you. That’s why they wanted you to get at me. They somehow found out I was feeding information to Watchful Eyes.”
“Hol’on, man.” Seven turned to me. “Could you get Missus Sidney so he only have to say this shit once?”
“I sure will. See you again soon, PJ.”
“A’ight, Miss Iesha.”
I grinned at him. He was always so respectful toward me, even when he was selling that shit. Mythic too. It proved to me that they were raised right, despite the roads they’d taken. When I got to the waiting area, I went right to Mrs. Sidney. It looked like she was about to leave. When I informed her that PJ wanted to talk to her, she hauled ass back there. She was ready to be done with this shit. I couldn’t blame her, because I was ready too.
I wanted to introduce Seven to my family. It would be great for them to meet the entire family. They would get along great with Mrs. Aspen, but Mr. Storm would have to grow on them. Then again, they would probably like him more than Mrs. Aspen. I slowly shook my head at the thought. Seven and I were really doing this. Iesha Teorey had a love life.Un-fucking-believable.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SEVEN
Ishook hands with Uncle WJ and Uncle Marcus, then had a seat. I didn’t know what all would be discussed tonight, but everyone was here, even Malachi and his family. They’d recently moved back to the area from Houston. I was assuming he was wanting to get involved in the family business, since he’d long retired from bull riding.
His dad, brother, and sister were here with their families as well. From what I understood, their dad, who was also Grandpa’s brother, used to be involved in the business back in the day when Grandpa was first starting out. Uncle Thomas was the mechanic until Grandpa started pimping out Uncle WJ.
