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Keeping quiet, I cleansed the skin that was soiled with her fruitiness and followed up with cleansing her vagina, itself. With the same washcloth, I washed parts of me that only she’d had the opportunity to bless before tossing it into the trash because I was too anxious to get Anna in bed to take it to the laundry room. I lifted her into my arms, hers wrapping around me immediately to stabilize her weight.
“I’m tired.” She yawned, still half-asleep.
“Tell me something new, love.”
She’d deemed herself the sleepiest girl in the world and I concurred. Anna was adamant about her rest and would stop anything to make sure she got a bit in. Her daily naps were long and rejuvenating, giving her a complete reset mid-day. At night, she didn’t stay up late or stick around for my signal for us to get in bed together.
Aussie had a strict bedtime and Anna was down less than an hour after her each night. I wasn’t sure how she’d gotten our baby on a schedule, but she’d managed. Every day wasn’t one when things worked out, but six out of seven of them, it always did.
Bridal-style, I carried her into our bedroom and laid her naked body in bed and then dragged the cover over her body slowly. Aussie was still out cold. I kissed her cheek and then her mother’s cheek, leaving them alone to rest while I headed downstairs to retrieve my pants.
Once I’d secured the material and was no longer walking around the house with my dick swinging from side to side, I took strides toward the office. The mahogany wood of the handles slid between my fingers as I opened the door. Within seconds, I was seated with the cell that had been ringing in my hand.
I dialed the number back that was on the lock screen and waited momentarily for an answer. Once the call was put through, it didn’t take long to receive one. The voice on the other line greeted me, happily, but was met with malice.
“What’s up, Boss?”
“What the fuck do you want?” I barked into the line, never increasing the volume of my tone or changing the pitch. Bass rattled my jaws as I listened for a decent enough reason to have been called on a Sunday.
“I-I was calling about tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is when I discuss tomorrow. Monday is when I discuss Monday. Tuesday is when I discuss Tuesday. Wednesday is when I discuss Wednesday. Thursday is when I discuss Thursday. Friday is when I discuss Friday. Saturday is when I discuss Saturday. You get my fucking point, nigga? Never Sunday. Sunday is off-limits.”
There was a reason my operation stayed intact and a reason I stayed on top of my game, two to four steps ahead of every other player. I never discussed the future with my team. No one knew anything until it was time to know. This kept information protected and sealed.
Leaks weren’t an issue. Raids never happened. Information was never sold. If they didn’t have any new information, then they couldn’t share it. Anna was the reason behind the method and it worked like a charm.
The only predictable day of the week for me was Sunday. All operations ceased. On the Sabbath, nothing was sold and nothing moved. It was a day of rest and family and lots of fucking. It was the day I made babies, it seemed, Aussie included, along with whoever surfaced after today’s session.
“My bad, Boss.”
I didn’t like his tone or the underlying shakiness of his voice. Though I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, something about the call was off.
“Turn in your phone.”
“Boss!” he groaned.
“Turn in your phone.”
“I forgot what day it was. It’s not even like that. I forgot it was Sunday.”
He hadn’t forgotten. It was made clear every Saturday night that we were ending operations until further notice.Further noticeusually meant Monday, but that was to be discussed on Monday—not Saturday.
“Now, you’ll never have to remember again a day in your life. Turn your phone in and consider yourself dismissed.”
Ending the call was the only suitable course of action. I didn’t like the energy that was given and I was always one to trust my gut instinct. After ending it, I removed the battery from the back, along with the SIM card. Cracking them in half was a task I was all too familiar with. Just as fast as I’d dismantled that one, another took its place before I put the battery back in and powered on the phone.
My personal line vibrated on the desk in front of me. Hank’s name appeared. I leaned forward and swiped my finger across the screen to answer the call. I initiated the speaker feature and sat back in my chair.
“Yo?”
“Don’t yo me, nigga.” He chuckled. “What’s good?”
“Shit. Shit. Chilling on it.”
“It feels good in the B. Man, we’re outside. Why the fuck you always in the house?”
“’Cause, good pussy lives here.”
