Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
MAKARI “HAVOC” SANCHEZ
A FEW DAYS LATER
Between losing Sincere, taking over his empire, and finding out the truth about my brother’s death, it seemed like I just couldn’t catch a fucking break!
My mental had been messed up, and the only thing that was making sense to me was the streets.
I’d thrown myself into them, working and moving relentlessly because I couldn’t rest. It was the first time that I had to do this shit without Sincere, too, and that was fucking with me more.
No matter what, he was always there guiding me. Whether in person or on a phone call, he was in my corner, giving me the words I couldn’t find for myself, but now, I was alone and for real this time.
The days had somewhat merged into each other at this point. I wasn’t even sure of my own damn name.
But I kept on moving. I had to, to keep my sanity.
After picking up my phone, I looked around the spare room. The uneaten food was still on my dresser. I looked in the mirror to see the bags under my eyes and huffed.
I stepped out of my room and almost bumped into Kairi.
“Move,” I said, trying to slip around her, but she just blocked my path. “I said move, bro!”
“Please, Makari. Just talk to me!” she pleaded. Something she’d been doing these past few days. I would hit the streets, as early as I could and come home hours in the morning, and her ass would still be up waiting on me. Kairi was stubborn, but so was I.
I wasn’t ready to talk, so there was nothing for me to say, and I damn sure didn’t want to hear what she had to say either.
“Kairi, move!” my voice cracked. I felt the tears burn in my eyes, but I kept them at bay.
Seeing that she wouldn’t move out of my way, I picked her up and lifted her out of my way before putting her back down on her feet.
“I’m sorry, Makari! I swear I’m sorry!” she screamed to my back. I froze in my steps. Her words resonated with me more than she knew!
Without turning around, I said, “Me too.”
She gasped loudly but didn’t say anything, giving me the chance to slip away. I walked out of the house, jumped in my car, and sped out of there.
After checking on a few business spots and running a few errands, I pulled up at our warehouse and nodded, happy to see that everyone was there already.
I exited my car just as my phone started ringing. Not surprisingly, it was Kairi, but I declined it before pushing it back into my pockets.
“What up?” I greeted everyone as I headed for my office in the back. Nobody dared to say anything as I walked through. That was okay with me because I welcomed the quiet.
I took a seat behind my messy desk and turned on my computer. As I waited for it to fire up, I looked over at some paperwork that was scattered everywhere. Someone came knocking on my door, and I told them to come in.
Hayden, Oblique’s cousin, came inside and handed me more paperwork. I looked at it and dropped it down on my desk.
“Nigga, the fuck is this?” I asked.
“Oh, I thought—”
“Am I paying you to think? Do the shit the way I fucking asked you to!” I gritted.
“My bad, Havoc. I’ll fix it,” Hayden said, picking up the shit he just tried to give me. I didn’t even bother to answer him; I just looked at my computer. He left the room, and Oblique came in right after.
“You good?” he asked.
I flicked my eyes his way just as Shakur entered.
“Don’t I look good?” I asked Oblique.
Shakur tittered but didn’t say anything after that.
I ignored them and sent some important emails as well as checked a few of my accounts. Sincere had taught me to have more than one account and in other names too. Something that Orlando’s ass didn’t.
As I thought about him, my mind ran on the fact that he didn’t know about what really happened to my brother, and I felt my chest tighten. I grabbed and rubbed at it, hoping it would alleviate the tightness I was feeling.
“I think we need to go to the club or something. You looking stressed the fuck out,” Shakur said.
That was the last thing I wanted to do, but when I thought about going back home to deal with Kairi’s I wanna talk ass, the club didn’t sound too bad.
“Yeah, I’m up for that,” I let them know. Shakur left the room to make plans for us to go out while I discussed a few business moves with Oblique.
Before long, night hit, and it was time for us to head to the club. Instead of going home, I went to my old condo to have a shower and change my clothes. After buying my house, I kept that shit around, and I was glad that I did.
I didn’t have any intention of staying there instead of at home.
No matter the issues, I would never leave my wife at home alone, but it came in handy for a time like this.
I already knew if I went home and attempted to leave again to go to the club, it was gonna do nothing but give her another reason to try to talk to me, and I just wasn’t in the mood today.
For some reason, I woke up feeling extra stressed out tonight and knew if I went home, I was more likely to say something I couldn’t take back. Maybe, popping up at the club could calm me down some.
We met outside and went up to the VIP section Shakur hooked us up with.
I wasn’t a club-going type of person, but right now, I was glad that we chose to come.
Seeing the people, hearing the beats bouncing around the club, and thinking about what type of liquor to order already had me in a better mood.
I ordered a few bottles to our section and wasted no time pouring me a glass. I stood to my feet and bounced my head to the music. Coming here was feeling more and more like a good idea.
I finished a whole bottle of liquor on my own and immediately went for another one.
“Are you okay?” Trini walked up on me. I nodded and popped open my second bottle and took it straight to the head. I could feel eyes on me, and I looked around, expecting it to be Shakur or Oblique, but found it was Ocean.
She was in another section directly across from ours, and she was staring me down.
I hadn’t seen or heard from her since that night Sincere officially named me his heir.
She’d tried to call me, obviously after seeing me claim Kairi as my wife-to-be, but I didn’t answer.
Eventually, the calls stopped just before I finally got married.
One thing for sure was that I was glad I didn’t end up marrying her, but then again, look at who I did marry.
Kairi kept telling me that she didn’t know about it until I told her, but I didn’t know if that was true or not. I felt like she knew from the beginning and chose to hide it from me.
It was to the point where I was now questioning if she helped me that night because of guilt.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I pulled it out to see that Ocean had texted me.
O: Are u okay? Talk to me Havoc, u can trust me. I’m here for u. I love u!
I looked up at her again, and she was practically pleading with me with her eyes. I pocketed my phone without responding and drank more from my bottle.
As I turned my back to Ocean, I noticed some niggas walking past our section looking at me and whispering.
My movements froze and my heart raced.
What were they whispering about? Did they know?
Suddenly, I felt like everyone was looking at me, talking about me. I looked around, seeing nothing but eyes on me from every corner of the club. I was pretty sure I could hear their whispers too.
Suddenly, I was no longer in a partying mood and ready to take my ass home. I and put the bottle of Henny down.
“I’m gonna go,” I told Shakur. He was mean mugging the fuck outta Trini and nodded at me without taking his eyes off her. I didn’t bother to ask because those two were always fucking arguing.
He bumped my fist and continued to stare a hole into Trini’s face. She was too busy trying to act busy, but from her face, I knew she could feel him looking at her, but that was their business.
I waved at her, said bye to the rest, and left the section with Oblique following me out of the club.
“Havoc, you good?” he questioned.
“Yeah, I’m just ready to go,” I let him know.
There were a few niggas loitering around outside smoking and shit that I walked past.
“Nigga walking around like a king, poisoning mothafuckers and shit for the spot,” one of the dudes said, catching my attention. I immediately stopped walking and stood in place, making sure I heard him right.
“The fuck you say?” I asked before I turned his direction. Oblique tried to pull my arm, but I yanked away from him. My focus was now on this talkative ass nigga in my face.
He snorted and said, “You heard what I said. Scared your brother would end up in this place, so you had to take him out. I respect that.”
He turned to look at his friends, who were laughing.
I looked around, and it was like everyone was laughing at me. Pointing at me. That’s what my mind told me.
I felt a rush of fear and guilt wash over me. Everyone knew. They knew and were talking about me.
My vision went blank.
That nigga laughed again, seeing the anguish on my face. I felt my rage rising.
Without even thinking, I punched him in the face, and I heard his jaw crack.
He dropped to the ground, and I started pounding his face in.
“Havoc, chill! Chill!” Oblique yelled and attempted to pull me off. It took him and two of this fuck nigga’s friends to get me off the nigga before I killed him with my bare hands.
“Let me go!” I roared and pulled away from them.
Oblique just stood there looking at me, confused and stuck.
I turned around and walked the fuck away with a million problems on my mind and wondering why my wife was one of them!