Chapter 4 Jaseon Jr
“Name and identification.” The security guard mugged me as I approached the gate. “State your reasons for being here.”
“Nigga, who the fuck are you talking to?” I raised my brow as I leaned out of my driver’s window. “You better hope I don’t ram into this muthafuckin’ gate with you in front of it. Tell that nigga Marshall that Slash is here and get the fuck out of my way.”
The city of Milly Grove has its share of crime, so after a long night of performing autopsies and writing reports, the last thing I wanted to do was play with this top-flight-security-of-the-world-looking muthafucka.
Marshall wanted me to stop by his house to holler at him, so the least he could have done was tell his people I was on the way.
“If you don’t comply, I’m going to have to ask you to leave—”
“I tell you what…” I threw my truck in park, grabbing Kimbo from the front seat. “You got about ten seconds to open that fuckin’ gate, or I’m going to cut your balls off and hang them from my rearview mirror like dice. Open this goddamn gate!”
As he scrambled to do exactly what I asked, I got back into my truck and waited for him to unlock it. It wasn’t even open good before I pressed down on the gas and sped down the driveway. That nigga had officially pissed me off.
Marshall lived on the outskirts of the city, and if you didn’t know where exactly his home was, you’d never find it. Speeding down the mile-long dirt road, I finally pulled up to the eight-bedroom mansion. I often wondered why in the hell he needed so much space when it was just him.
“Nigga, you think I’m going to have my kids sleeping in a sandbox?”
I chuckled under my breath, thinking about how he would always respond because he hadn’t conceived a child yet, and like me, he didn’t appear to be having children any time soon.
“You know, I watched you act a damn fool on my camera with my security guard.” He leaned against the column of his porch, pulling from his blunt as I stepped out of my truck. “Now I got to kill the nigga because you refused to follow protocol.”
“May the hoe-ass nigga rest in peace.” I shrugged, dapping him up.
“A nigga still out here in scrubs and shit while he wants to play. Had he looked on the fucking wall, he would have seen my picture and known I had automatic clearance.” I followed him into his home, and the fresh smell of baked chicken hit me immediately. “Sue cooked?”
“Bring your hungry ass on.” He shook his head and led me through his house. “You can eat while I fill you in on some shit.”
Seeing that we were headed to his office, my mood worsened. I had just told this man I wanted some food, so the first stop should have been his kitchen. As we stepped inside the open space, I was on the verge of cussing him out until I saw the tray of food in the middle of the room.
“My man!” I smiled, rubbing my hands together as I headed to the small sink in the corner. “I just knew I was going to have to cuss you out.”
“I cuss back, nigga.” He sneered, taking a seat at his desk. “How’s everything going with you and the family? I spoke to your dad the other day, and that is one loony-ass nigga.”
I nodded my head and agreed as I sat down and immediately began to eat. Something as simple as baked chicken, loaded mashed potatoes, and green beans looked and tasted like a five-star meal. Sue, his housekeeper, could cook me out of my fucking drawers.
“He’s expecting a shipment in soon,” Marshall continued.
“That nigga needs to sit his old ass down,” I mumbled as I bit into the freshly baked dinner roll. “I hope you didn’t call me over here to talk about Jaseon because this could have been a text.”
Marshall was as close to me as my twin, Jaxson.
His father was my dad’s plug for years before he succumbed to heart failure about five years ago, leaving Marshall to take over the family business.
In that line of work, there would always be someone who would try to knock him off since he was now the boss.
He approached me one day and asked if I wanted to be a permanent enforcer on his team.
It wasn’t that he needed me to handle every problem he had, just the ones that had proven to be trickier than others.
“It could’ve been, but I figured since I had some information you might want to see, I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to ask about the family. Speaking of….” He grinned as he leaned back in his chair. “How’s Karlie?”
Pausing my fork mid-air, green beans fell back onto my plate as I squinted and glared at Marshall. “Say what the fuck you called me over here for nigga before I gouge your eyes out in your own house.”
Sitting back up, he waved me off as he pulled a manila folder out of his top desk drawer.
Joking or not, he knew I was not about to play with him regarding Karlie on any day.
I had seen firsthand how he dogged out women, and even though it would never happen, I was not going to entertain any conversation about my sister with him.
“Angry-ass nigga.” He simpered, sliding the folder across the desk to me. “I looked into the cameras of the surrounding homes from the night you were at John’s. Her name is Blossom.”
Wiping my hands and mouth, I zoned in on the folder as I viewed its contents.
There wasn’t much in it besides papers showing a basic profile on her.
Blossom Reid was a cute little thing. It said her age was twenty-six, and that she owned Grove’s Luxury Realty.
Flipping the photo and looking over the information one would have on their driver’s license, I unclipped the photo of her and closed the manila folder.
As I stared at the picture, she was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
Her eyes shone as she smiled and showcased the dimple in her right cheek.
Her skin, the color of toasted almonds, appeared blemish-free.
Her body, nice and petite, was perfect. The girl was nice-looking, but I didn’t give a damn.
She would be dead soon.
“She’s a beauty, huh?” Marshall snapped me from my thoughts as I continued to scan the papers. “How do you want to handle this?”
“You know me…” I glanced at the photo a second more before finishing off my food. I was full as hell, but I was for sure fixing myself a plate to go. “I’m going to find her and introduce her to Kimbo. You know I don’t leave witnesses behind.”
When I told Marshall about my lone audience after leaving Johns’, I didn’t expect for him to track down who the woman was because I didn’t ask him.
I had already reached out to my baby brother, Jamir, knowing he would secure the information the fastest. He was the man to see for all things tech and finding classified information.
Within six hours of sending him a text, I had a name and face to go with the woman in my memory.
Jamari, Jamir’s twin, had been following Blossom around for a few weeks now.
Nothing too crazy, just to her job and the little coffee shop she liked to visit.
From what he told me, her life was pretty bland.
I was working on getting her main locations bugged so I could hear and see who she dealt with daily.
“I’m already knowing.” He nodded as he stood from his seat. “Check it. I might—”
Knock! Knock!
“Excuse me, I hate to interrupt you.” Sue peeked her head inside the room hesitantly. “There’s a young lady at the gate who is causing quite the disturbance. She’s demanding to speak with you immediately.”
“I got it, Sue.” Marshall sighed. “Thank you.”
“Say, Sue…” I stood from my seat with the empty plate in hand. “You put your entire ass in this food.” She blushed at my comment, giving me a small smile. “You think I could get a plate to go?”
Giving me a quick nod, she took the empty plate and hurried off to the kitchen.
Sue was an older lady, probably late fifties, and she had been working for Marshall’s family for years.
I told him the broad had the googly eyes for him, but he always brushed that shit off as her being family.
She had seen many women come and go during Marshall’s love life, so I wasn’t too shocked to hear someone was acting a fool outside.
“Every day’s a fuckin’ adventure over here,” he mumbled to himself as we walked the long hallway that led to his foyer. Along the way, he picked up his AK-47 that was propped against the wall. “I’m going to blow this bitch’s head off her shoulders. Let me catch a ride to the gate.”
While I waited for my food, I checked my phone to see who was blowing me up while I was here. Bypassing Sheena’s calls and messages, I went to my brother’s text thread.
Flash:
Sew up them bodies and come to the cigar lounge for a drink later. Your crazy ass father is meeting us there.
Groaning, I snapped my eyes shut and eased my phone back into my pocket. Jaseon McKnight was the best father in the world, but he was a pain in my ass. The man didn’t use the sense that God gave him at times, and that said a lot coming from his junior.
“Here you go, baby.” Sue smiled and handed me the bag of food. It faltered once she saw Marshall with his gun. “I hope you have a good evening.”
Thanking her, I couldn’t help but laugh at the angry expression on my boy’s face as we headed toward my truck.
Marshall was a ruthless man with zero tolerance for bullshit.
I hoped the lady who was acting a fool at the gate had her affairs in order because her family was about to have one sad ass week.
“Aight, my boy.” He slapped hands with me as we approached his gate.
There was a pretty thick bitch acting a damn fool with the same man who almost lost his life fucking with me.
“Hit me later and tell me what you want to do about the Blossom broad.” Eyes squinting, I simpered at his comment as he peered out of my windshield.
“Shit, if you stick around, you might get to clock some overtime.”