Page 42 of Love Sanctioned

“I don’t think we had an appointment today,” he said, looking me square in the eyes.

I shook my head. “Nah, we didn’t. I went ahead and penciled myself in.”

“Can I help you gentlemen?” he asked, attempting to seem unbothered, but his eyes told on him.

“Hmmm. You can help him. I’m just here for moral support,” Killah said, taking a seat in the chair right in front of his desk.

“Yo, you got cleaning supplies in here?” Kal asked, now opening cabinets and drawers.

Winston jumped. “No, they're in the closet out front.”

I laughed at him answering the question.

Kal went out of the door, to find the supplies I guessed.

Winston jumped when Kal passed him, petrified. “What do you need, Posydiann? Anything, I just don’t wanna die.” He had his hands in the air at this point.

“What I need,” I repeated, pushing off his desk and moving toward the windows. “What I needed was for you to tell me a motherfucker was gunning for me. What I needed was for you to remember where the fuck you came from.”

“He didn’t tell me who. He just said he wanted Watertown.”

“Ain’t that all you, bro? Motherfuckers open a dictionary, look up Watertown, and I’m pretty sure it’s a picture of this nigga standing next to the sign. So, that’s bullshit.” Killah shook his head.

“Yo, you’re Black. What the fuck you letting them use off brand cleaning supplies for? Where the fuck is the Clorox?” Kal returned holding all types of white spray bottles. He dropped them all on the desk.

Winston was seconds from pissing his pants if he hadn’t already done so. “I don’t know, I swear.” Winston’s attention and eyes were on me.

“How much of this rug do you think I’ma need to roll his big ass up?” Kal then asked, pointing from one end of the carpet to the other.

“I swear I can make this right, Posydiann. I swear I can.”

“And how are you gonna do that?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I’ll tell you who set it up.”

“Charles Curr,” I responded easily.

His eyes ballooned. He didn’t expect me to know that.

“Well ,did you know he used the NorthRiders to bait you?”

“Seems like I know everything you know, so you’re no longer serving a purpose.” I threw my head back as if I just had that epiphany.

“Come sit your ass on this floor, so when I shoot you I don’t have to worry about the mess since y’all got these cheap ass cleaners.” Kal pointed to the middle of the carpet.

Winston stood immediately, hands up, looking at me. Then he began to speak fast. “Phase two of his plan is to take over Watertown. Since baiting you didn’t work, he’s working with the incoming police chief here to bring in extra manpower and shut down your blocks. Random raids on your businesses.”

“You’re still not proving your worth, Winston.”

“He’s out of town right now. But he’ll be back this week for a wedding. Someone in his family is getting married and he stands to make a bunch of money off it.”

“And you still have a direct connection to him, correct?” I held my hand up for him to stop moving.

He nodded, sweat slathering his face profusely.

“Good. Prove your fucking worth. The next time you talk to him, I wanna talk to you. And these niggas may fuck with you because you’re in this office for now but remember how you survived long enough to get here. Consider who lives in that little blue house on River and Hollis. Just because it ain’t Watertown doesn't mean it ain’t untouchable.”

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, Posydiann. This will never happen again.”