Chapter 2 #2
Once I pulled up on the block, I grabbed my gun and stepped out.
I usually wouldn’t have brought this car to the hood because it drew way too much attention, but there was no way I was going home and out of my way to switch cars.
Besides, I believed that enough niggas knew who the fuck the car belonged to, and didn’t want to play with their lives by fucking with it.
“What’s up, Mitch?” I asked, stepping into the trap house.
“So, word got back to me that Ethan is back, and he’s talking about how he’s ready to get back out into the streets and shit. From what I hear, he’s trying to recruit a team to start pushing his shit out into the streets again, and you already know that’s going to be a problem for us.”
“Who did you hear this from?” I asked, raising my eyebrow as I leaned against the refrigerator.
I hadn’t heard the name Ethan in damn near ten or so years.
He was my mentor, if you wanted to call him that, and while our memories of how all this shit came to be differed, I would give credit where it was due.
He was the one who helped me to see that there was more to this life than hugging the block if you were willing to take the risks and make the necessary investments.
He liked to think that he built me and handed shit over to me when he got knocked, and I called bullshit every time because nobody had ever handed me a damn thing in this life.
“From Carl and Johnny. They said he came around there talking to them. They said he didn’t say any grimy shit, but I know how to read between the fucking lines. And, I know you need to get at that nigga before he becomes a much bigger problem for us.”
As I stood there thinking about what he was saying, I knew he was right.
Ehtan was definitely going to become a problem if we allowed him to get too far.
I knew we had a lot of solid niggas on our team, but I also knew that even though he’d been gone for years, his name still carried a little weight, especially with the older niggas.
So, if he wanted to get some motion going, it wouldn’t be that hard for him to make something shake.
“Alright, I’m going to sit down and have a talk with him.”
“And if he doesn’t want to hear what you have to say?”
“Then his ass has to go,” I said, shrugging.
We stood around for a few more minutes talking before I told him I was taking my ass home to get some sleep.
I was barely holding my damn eyes open, and I still had to make it back to the other side of town where I lived.
It ended up taking me damn near twenty minutes longer than it would’ve for me to make it home because I was tired as hell.
The moment my key was in the lock, it was being swung open by Logan with a scowl on her face.
I was really starting to rethink this whole us staying the night at each other’s houses.
She liked to believe and tell people that we lived together, but that wasn’t the case.
I allowed her ass to spend the night a couple of times per week, but that was it.
We for damn sure didn’t live together, and probably never would.
I was looking for the woman who I wanted to settle down and have kids with, and she wasn’t it.
I knew that I wasn’t getting any younger and needed to start taking a woman seriously if I was ever going to hit those goals for my life.
But, something in my gut always told me that Logan wasn’t the woman that I needed to even consider doing that kind of shit with.
She was fun for now, but she wasn’t going to be around for the long haul.
For a long time, I was married to the streets, but now that my life looked drastically different from what it did when I was in my twenties, I was looking forward to finding the woman for me and building my own mini football team with her.
Logan was a good woman, just not the woman for me.
She insisted that she’d grow on me and that I’d change my mind, and at this point, I was just feeding into her delusions because she refused to believe anything other than the fairytale that she’d made up in her head.
“Where the fuck have you been?” She barked the moment our eyes locked.
“Aye, I’m going to tell you this shit once, Logan, don’t fucking play with me like that.
You better watch how the fuck you talk to me in general, but especially in the home that I pay every fucking bill in.
Now move the fuck out of the way so that I can come into my shit,” I said, moving her to the side since she wasn’t moving fast enough for me.
“Where have you been, Sincere? It’s a brand new day, and I’m heading to work in an hour, and you’re just now getting home.”
Sitting on the bench next to the door, I took off my shoes and clothes.
As my head rested against the wall, I felt as though I was moving like a robot.
All I wanted was a hot ass shower and my bed.
But instead, I had to deal with her ass standing in the way of them both.
With the way that I was feeling, I didn’t have the energy to protect her feelings.
Her ass was going to fuck around and get her feelings hurt before she headed off to work if she kept pushing my damn buttons.
Logan was a publicist, and for the most part, she was pretty good at what she did.
That was how we met. I needed help with one of my artists, and she came highly recommended by a colleague of mine.
After spending some time together, we started fucking and basically never stopped.
She kept pressuring me to hire her full-time and let her run our PR department, but I shut that shit down every time she brought it up.
There was no way in hell that I would allow her to come work for us, knowing that I didn’t plan on keeping her ass around for the long run.
I already knew that once I hired someone for that spot, she was going to be pissed, and that would probably be the end of whatever the fuck you called our relationship, and I was okay with that.
My company had been growing so quickly that, while my team was small and mighty, it was time to start expanding.
I needed people across multiple departments, but PR was the biggest. I needed everyone in the world to be talking about my artists, and I knew the right publicist heading that department would make it happen.
“Why can’t you answer me, Sincere?” She asked, bringing my attention back to her as she stood there with tears in her eyes.
“Because I don’t fucking have to. You already know what I was doing, so why the fuck are you questioning me?” I asked as I stood from the bench and headed to my bedroom.
“Were you with another bitch, huh? I called you damn near twenty times, and you didn’t answer a single call. If you were at the office working, I don’t see how you couldn’t answer my calls and let me know that you were okay.”
“Because, Logan, you didn’t give a fuck about whether I was okay or not. You only cared if I was sliding inside of another bitch,” I said, hitting my preset shower button on the wall so that I could step inside.
“Well, were you with another bitch?”
As I stepped inside, I looked at her through the glass and replied, “Logan, go to work before I hurt your feelings. And make sure to stay at your own house this weekend. You’re not about to stress me the fuck out. I’ll call you when I’m free and ready to talk.”
I wasn’t sure what she mumbled as she stormed out of the bathroom, nor did I care. I was just happy that she knew when to test me and when not to. This was definitely one of those moments where she needed to keep it pushing and get the hell on.
After spending the entire weekend in the house catching up on work, I walked into the office feeling refreshed.
My to-do list wasn’t a mile long anymore.
We had interviews set up for the PR position we were looking to fill, and Kru had agreed to work with Lyric.
He was still a little hesitant, but I knew that once they got in the booth together, all of that shit would go out of the window.
As I walked up to Beverly’s desk, I noticed the annoyance on her face. I knew it wasn’t because of me, because I’d just gotten there. I no doubt got on her nerves sometimes, but this time, it wasn’t me.
“What’s wrong with you this early in the day?” I asked, grabbing the mail she held out for me.
“This woman keeps calling up here demanding an interview for the PR position. She’s starting to get on my nerves, and I’m beginning to struggle with keeping things professional when it comes to her,” she said, rolling her eyes as the phone rang again.
“Why won’t you book her for an interview? Does she not meet the qualifications?”
“No, she does. But do you remember that publicist who was filmed on live TV going ape shit on quarterback Raymond Daniels?”
“Yeah, briefly.”
“Well, she’s the one who wants a position with us. She’s been blackballed by the entire industry, and she thinks we’re going to be the ones to give her a chance.”
“Oh yeah, well, I see the issue. We don’t need those kinds of problems around here.”
“Exactly, we don’t,” she said, rolling her eyes again.
“Well, if you would just hear me out and let me explain myself, then you’d see why I’m the best person for the job,” we heard behind us as I turned to see the woman who had damn near hit me with her car the other day.
Now that I was getting a good look at her, I couldn’t deny how beautiful she was.
Crazy as hell from what I’d experienced when it came to her, but beautiful, nonetheless.
She had a gorgeous milk chocolate skin color, long hair that brushed against her perky titties, a small button nose, big eyes with thick eyebrows that beautifully framed her face, and juicy ass lips covered in a clear lip gloss.
She was honestly fine as hell, and I would’ve easily fucked the shit out of her under different circumstances.
“No, we’re good. How did you even get up here?” Beverly asked, as she picked up her phone, to call security, no doubt.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, they came through the door and were dragging her out as she tried to plead her case. She was so busy going off while all I could do was focus on how beautiful she was. She was crazy as hell, no doubt, but beautiful, nonetheless.
“I’ll work for free at first. Please just give me a chance,” she said, stopping the elevator from closing with her foot as the security guards both held her by one arm.
“Nah, we’re good. Have a nice day. Get her out of here,” I said, shaking my head and heading to my office.