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These niggas were untrained pups. It was clear to me Sadik had already begun the work. He separated Haris from his “security,” enticing them with the accoutrements of a break room. Shaking my head, I motioned for us to move on. DeMarcus led us to a closed door further down the hall. When it swung open, Sadik sat at the edge of a desk facing an uninformed Haris. At the first sight of the back of his head, I could tell he was comfortable…loosened, engaged in a conversation.
When Sadik’s clear looking eyes reached me, Haris turned to see what had taken his attention. The slow work of the bullshit ass grin he loved to sport that day on the video call with him melting away so quickly at the sight of me, here tonight, made my dick twitch. I had to pace myself, though. I’d be savage, but not too brutal. I was no longer Sin the Harlem terror. Leaning against the wall, measuring my prey, I was now Jas, the protector of my family. This would be light work.
I’d hoped.
“Here I am,” I announced to Haris with a grin.
He shot to his feet, examining Sadik for answers before facing me again. “Pardon?”
I pushed off the wall. “I’m here. You finally have me. It’s what you’ve been wanting for years now. Right?”
Haris scoffed, looking over to Deek again. “What do you mean?” The delivery of his question so British.
I shook my head, stopping in front him. “I respect your patience, but you were out of your league with this one.”
“Pardon me?” He looked to an amused Sadik once more. “I’m here talking investment opportunities. I thought…” His head whipped back to Sadik. “I thought this was legit. Where are my men?”
Haris was finally getting the picture.
“I’ll get them in a minute,” Sadik assured with a smile. “My guy, Sin here, needs a word with you. Seems like your attempts in the American market has been met with some confusion. My brother needs a little clarity—or at least, to make sure you have some.”
“Clarity on what?”
“That this American thug ain’t nothing to fuck with.” When the muscles in Haris’ face dropped, I continued. “You think we’re less than intelligent, and especially me. Why?”
“I don’t even knowyou—”
“Because I actually did time after hittin’ your boy and his peoples?” Haris didn’t answer. “You do know I didn’t get knocked for the hit; I got caught slippin’ with them thangs you told my lady I liked last summer when you approached her inShort Hills Mall.”
Haris exhaled, eyes rolling as he adjusted his stance. I smelled it on him. Fear. He reeked of it, finally understanding the shit he was standing in right now.
“You went too far. I let the false business inquiries go. Found out you were behind my club getting hit up a few years ago, and took it on the chin. I ain’t even trip when you tried going after my lady.” I whispered, “Light work.”
His lips trembled. “Hey, man. Ashira and I had our moment, but that was it. Just a lit-ule petting and wild kissing, bro. We didn’t make it there.”
“Yeah. She told me.” I laughed. “Imagine how different and sooner this meeting would’ve been a lot if you had. Thank God for little peckers. Otherwise, you would’ve been sent up with your Bartinicki buddy. Was spittin’ on my lady worth finally meeting me today?”
Haris’ eyes closed in defeat.
I nodded laughing. “You remember how those niggas you hired to shakedown my joint ended up? Do you even care how the ‘dumb American thugs’ you hired now have permanent bodily consequences from that shit you pulled?”
“He was my friend, bro.” ‘Bro’ sounded hilarious with his accent. “Nicki was my friend, man,” Haris groaned. “My real friend. You would want to avenge the brutal death of your friend. You can’t say you wouldn’t. At least, I wasn’t trying to seek revenge by way of death.”
“Wasn’t that kid a rapist?” Sadik asked. “I think the news reports was saying that after he was sprayed. Ain’t that right?” He asked me.
I shrugged. “Didn’t matter then. Don’t matter much now. What matters now is Haris knowing me. My transgressions.” I slapped him.
It was a quick, neat one with good impact. I only wanted to wake him up a little.
Man laughed behind me.
“Wha—hang on!” Haris struggled with showing just how terrified he was.
This time, I punched him, knocking his ass backward. A dark cloud had begun descending over me: the blanket I used to love.
“Shit!” Man shouted. “This ‘bout to be a good night, Sadik. You got some fuckin’ popcorn? Jug gon’ be fucked up he missed this. That nigga Sin is back!”
Sadik, less expressive about his amusement, stood from the desk. “What’s gonna be your candy of choice tonight? The four-fifth or nine-milli? Oh, wait.” He addressed DeMarcus. “We got a trey-eight accessible to him tonight, too. Right?” I didn’t see DeMarcus’ reaction; my eyes were glued to the prey. The bitch spit on my lady…our baby was baking in there at the time. “Yup. You have three options, sir.”
