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Domino gave me that intense stare that he used to get people to do his bidding.
I giggled, not really sure why he was trying it with me. “You don’t scare me, and I still need to get you into clothes that aren’t stained and wrinkled. You look homeless.”
“I don’t.” Domino looked down at himself, noticing the state of his attire for what seemed like the first time. He sighed before standing.
“Talk,” I prompted him while I began unbuttoning his shirt and removing it from his body.
“Paula claims to be pregnant.”
My fingers didn’t miss a beat as I threw his dirty shirt in a pile on the chair. I checked his wife-beater for cleanliness before putting on his clean shirt. He helped when I needed it, and when I looked at his legs and then his face, he unbuttoned his pants.
“Your undies clean?” I asked while turning away from him.
“Yes, mother.”
I laughed at his horrible joke while sending a text back to O, who explained that he was on his way over to cut Domino’s hair and shape him up. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and rocked on my toes.
“Are you going to say anything?”
I heard the zipper being put into place and turned back to him. “No reason for me to.”
I grabbed his pants from the floor, added them to the chair, and then looked at his socks. Definitely not clean. Getting clean ones was a quick in and out of his closet. He was sitting down, and he tossed the socks he’d been wearing. Handing him the clean ones, I put all the dirty pieces into the laundry bag that I was carrying before I sat back down in my seat and gave him my undivided attention.
“She’s up to something. I can feel it. I need you to go to Cincinnati. She’s there at her mother’s house. She swears she’s homesick, but I think it’s a ploy to keep me away from her lying ass. I believe that she’s pregnant, but I don’t think it was an accident.”
“How would she have gotten your sperm then?” I quizzed him. I’d told him more than once that he needed to be the person to dispose of his condoms. Floozies were scandalous, and having a baby by Domino Foxworth, King of California, Savage King of kings, was like winning the lottery.
“I don’t remember slippin’ up, but she had to get that shit from somewhere.” He bent down, folding himself in half as he put on his sneaks and laced them up. “I need you to watch her. Make sure that she doesn’t abort it or give it away for money. She’s not the type of woman who gets pregnant and suddenly becomes caring toward children. If she’s pregnant and it’s mine, the baby will live with me.”
“And if it’s not yours?” I hoped he would not be cruel.
“Let’s figure out the what-ifs if they happen.”
“How long are we talking?” It was time to get down to business. I knew there was a catch somewhere. Where was it?
“She’s six months pregnant.” Domino leaned back in his chair, waiting for my response. He thought I was going to object.
I could see it all over his face. There were three ways I could respond. One, go ballistic about the fact that he was sending me away for three months. Or two, I could respond in kind doing what I was told. The third option was more my style. I was honored he was sending me to handle this. As silly as it might sound, sitting around there all day became melodramatic. There was a reason he was trusting me with this.
Domino was right, though. If Paula was carrying his baby, it would be better off with anybody else but her. She wasn’t capable of being a mother. The child would become a bargaining chip that would give her all the financial gains that she wanted.
“When is my flight?” I asked.
There was a tap at the door, and Domino glared at the person disturbing his meeting with me. “It better be damn important.” His voice echoed off the walls.
The door creaked open, and O filled the opening, his long dreadlocks draped in front of him. Girls fawned over his handsome face, yet most of the time, he was immune to them. He didn’t like the attention, an exact opposite parallel to Saint.
He held a sandwich in his mouth and a duffle in each of his hands. He wobbled into the room and dropped both bags on the floor beside Domino’s desk. O took a bite of the sandwich he had and looked at us.
“Am I interrupting something?” His focus shifted to Domino, who was eying him and his presumable behavior. “Bro, you’re past due on the grooming.”
“Did you call him?” Domino twirled his thumbs as he watched O start unpacking his bags.
“You know I did.”
He was agitated, but that wasn’t why he had determination in his eyes. “Tomorrow.”
Figures.Standing up, I grabbed the laundry bag filled with his poor choices for today inside.
