REASON
Ihad my team, which included dozens of people, packed into my conference room on the thirty-seventh floor for an emergency meeting.
I had presentation folders made and placed in front of each of them.
Before speaking, I looked around at every face, trying to figure out why any of them would think it was a good idea to steal from me.
Most of them, if not all, were making six figures, and that didn’t include the gifts I occasionally gave. Even when someone was falling on hard times and I caught wind of it, I went out of my way to give them a little extra to handle whatever they needed.
I went by the motto, “Take care of yo’ people, and in return they’ll take care of you.”
In this moment, that statement was the farthest from the truth. I could not speak for everyone in the room, but somebody had crossed the fuckin’ line, and I knew exactly who it was.
“I’m sure you’re wondering what’s in these folders.” I ignored the pain in my jaw from my clenched teeth. “Patience is key. You’ll find out soon enough.”
I glanced at the four bodyguards posted in each corner of the room. Stone-faced and ready to fuck some shit up if I gave them a signal.
My employees shifted in their plush office chairs every so often. Their eyes darted to their laps, to their hands, to the black folders, and then around at each other. They looked everywhere but at me. Seeing how uncomfortable they were gave me temporary satisfaction.
Crazy how people can be bold enough to cross you, but when they are caught, that same braveness they once had suddenly vanishes.
I hated a thieving ass nigga or bitch. One of the first things I learned at an early age was to never take shit that did not belong to me.
It was not about the money whatsoever. It was the principle.
You never steal from someone who kept you and your family fed.
In my eyes, that was the ultimate betrayal among a long list of other things.
I wanted to lash out.
I wanted to press muthafuckas.
I wanted to crack skulls.
But I had to move strategically. Too many people were watching. I debated whether to corner who I knew was responsible, but that would have been too easy. I had a point to prove. The culprit would get handled, but first, I had to ensure no one else was bold enough to try me.
A man like me had a heart. I figured they must have viewed me as being a pussy.
“Go ahead and open your folders and review the contents,” I demanded.
Fidgety hands struggled to flip the cover open. The first page was a list of the fake ass companies that I’d discovered.
“Do any of these businesses look familiar to y’all?”
No one blinked or parted their lips to speak.
“It’s a question.”
“No, no. No, sir,” some of them said in unison, while others vigorously shook their heads side to side.
“Funny, because none of them looks familiar to me either.” I smirked, my patience wearing thin.
What was I thinking gathering these people in this room?
“You know what? Never mind. Everyone is dismissed.” My rage had heightened, but I did everything to keep my cool.
“Before y’all go, make sure to sign the NDA located on the second page.
You ain’t see or hear shit,” I stated, no longer in the mood to continue with my original plan to interrogate these people.
Each person signed the NDA and left my office with urgency.
I rubbed the front of my hand over my face as they scurried out. After everyone was gone, leaving just the guards and me, I looked at them and said, “Grab those two muthafuckas before they make it out of the building and take them to the spot.” I slammed my hand on the solid wood conference table.
“Make sure no one sees y’all do it. You got my permission to snatch ’em up in the parking structure if you have to. Just do whatever you gotta do, as long as they are in my possession before nightfall. And don’t worry about any security footage. I will make that shit disappear.”
They gave me a quick nod and then rushed out.
John had prepared me for the good parts of this industry, and he had equipped me with the tools and knowledge to deal with the dark side too.
He was an easygoing man for the most part, but he had no problem letting an enemy feel his wrath when it was needed.
As his protégé, I had learned the ropes at all levels of this business, and I was on the same type of time he was on when he was alive.
I do not know how long I was zoned out, but my burner phone chimed, catching me off guard. It had been so long since I used that device.
Paco: Done, Boss.
Me: Bet
I checked my person for my wallet, phones, and keys, then headed out. Ready to look into the eyes of the people I thought would never do no shit like this. On my way to my truck, I shot a text to a crew I had on standby for dilemmas such as this one.
When I’m done with them, they gon’ wish they never came to work for me. It could have all been so simple, but greed was a muthafucka.
“So, you two bitches been bumping coochies, and in the midst of getting y’all rocks off, y’all thought it was a good idea to steal my fuckin’ money?”
My tone was calm and steady as I peered at my secretary, Ann, and Tianna, the head of finance at UTN.
These bitches could not give me direct eye contact.
I thought hiring women would make things run more smoothly.
I thought they were more solid, but I was wrong about them.
Thanks to my investigator who put two and two together, I didn’t have to wait long to find out who the thieves were; they were exposed within hours.
My guards had them both tied up in the basement. No one had access or knew about this part of the building unless there was a need for them to know.
I had printed over a hundred 8×11 photos of them in all types of freaky positions around my headquarters.
I had my henchmen do some research, check footage from places these two assumed weren’t being monitored, and that’s where they had their sessions.
Prior to this, Ann and Tianna both reminded me of innocent librarians.
They were proper, basic but cute Black chicks who looked like they grew up with white picket fences and shit.
However, by looking at the pictures surrounding them on the floor, you would’ve thought they had been nominated to be the freaks of the week.
I didn’t know it was possible to eat a woman’s body in that many ways. I made sure to take notes so I could try some of these positions with my wife. The star of the show was the photos of them fuckin’ each other with a silicone dick that was damn near bigger than both of them combined.
From the evidence my team had gathered, this all started six months ago.
Both were happily married women, but somehow, they used their time away from their homes to steal from me and to get their freak-on on my dime.
I couldn’t care less if these broads ate pussy until their tongues fell out their mouths or until their jaws broke to pieces. They took something that didn’t belong to them—1.2 million dollars to be exact.
They had me fucked up.
I didn’t want them dead. I wanted them to suffer. And I wanted every cent back in my account.
I retrieved my burner phone from my pocket and sent a text.
Not long after, a group of females entered. The trio consisted of my three female cousins from the West Coast, Rilee, Susana, and Bakana. I didn’t put my hands on women, but my female cousins did. I kept them on speed dial for times like these, which wasn’t very often.
Tianna and Ann looked confused. I wondered if they were trying to figure out why they were here.
“Don’t let the pretty faces fool y’all,” my older cousin, Rilee, said while she and the others circled Ann and Tianna like hungry sharks.
Rilee and Bakana were sisters and were one year apart. Susana was our youngest cousin. Growing up, we were thick as thieves. No matter the age, I was the one who protected them since day one, even though they didn’t need any protection.
All three of them were professional boxers and were equally a beast in the ring.
“Aight, aight. Enough talkin’. Beat these bitches up.”
Ann and Tianna’s eyes widened, both looking scared for their lives. I wish they had this same fear when they came up with the plan to take what didn’t belong to them. Their bodies trembled, and they couldn’t keep still. Beads of sweat appeared on their faces as my cousins moved in on them.
I leaned against the wall and unbuttoned the top button of my dress shirt as I prepared to enjoy the show. People underestimated my cousins because of how they looked. What folks didn’t know was that they were the most dangerous females I knew.
Rilee went first, socking Ann in her grill. Blood splattered in every direction. She let out a screeching scream, and her eyes brimmed with tears. Tianna hadn’t been touched yet, and she too was on the verge of crying.
“Mr. St. Pierre, I didn’t mean to,” Ann babbled with a bloody mouth. Her shifty eyes briefly glanced at Tianna. “She seduced and made me do it.”
Tianna’s neck cracked when she turned sideways to glare at Ann.
“Bitch, what? It was you! You! You! You were the mastermind behind this bullshit. You said we deserved to live a luxurious life like Mr. and Mrs. St. Pierre. You were the one who planned it all.” She took a moment to catch her breath.
“Mr. St. Pierre, she even created those fake companies and controlled the stolen money,” Tianna confessed, rolling her eyes at Ann.
Funny how muthafuckas got to yapping and turning on each other when shit hit the fan.
“I’ve heard enough. I hold both of y’all bitches accountable. Y’all did this shit as a team, right? So, you two will get fucked up as a team. The fuck y’all thought?” It didn’t matter who planned what. They had picked the wrong nigga to rob.
I gave my cousins a signal. “Cuzzos, continue. I got shit to do.”