Chapter 10
TEN
SINCERE
As I watched Kenedi sleep while lying on my chest, I thought about what I wanted to do with her.
She wasn’t the only one concerned about things changing with our relationship, in and out of work.
But, regardless of the risk, I knew that I wanted and needed to have her.
Once I accepted that ticket from her friend, I already knew what type of time I was on when it came to her. Thankfully, her vibes matched mine.
“I guess I should get up. We have work to do, and I still need to get home and get changed for work.”
“I had someone bring you some clothes and toiletries in there. You can get ready here and then head to the office.”
“Oh, that was thoughtful of you,” she said, stretching.
As her titty popped out from underneath the blanket, I thought about getting a quick round in, but we both had shit that we needed to do, and once I slid back inside of her, I knew that I would want to be there for the rest of the day.
“Don’t mention it. Oh, I’ll be a little late coming into the office today. I have to go handle some business on my own.”
“Oh, okay. Well, whatever it is, be careful,” she said, smiling as she stood and walked to the bathroom, wrapped in the sheet.
Once we had both dressed and had breakfast, we made our way outside to our cars.
She looked good as hell in the suit I had the concierge service drop off for her.
It fit her perfectly and made her look like the boss she was.
I knew when I offered her the position at my company that she was going to show everybody, including herself and me, that she was the right one for the job.
“I know that we need to talk about what happens now, and I promise we’ll do that. If you’re free tonight, we can meet for dinner,” I said, opening her door for her.
“Okay, that sounds good to me.”
“Good, you can choose the location. Anywhere you want to go is cool with me.”
Smirking, she replied, “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
“See you later,” I said, kissing her lips before closing her door and watching her pull out of the driveway.
Once she was gone, I casually walked to my car and hopped inside.
As I drove down the block, I shook my head.
When I was sure that the coast was clear, I did an illegal U-turn in the middle of the street and rode back up my block.
Parking a little way down from the car I was headed to, I grabbed my gun out of the glove compartment.
I guessed motherfuckers wanted to be with the shits early today, and that was perfectly fine with me.
Walking up to the car, I took my gun and rammed it into the driver’s side window.
How they didn’t see me approaching was beyond me, but that shit just went to show that they didn’t need to be here in the first fucking place.
I was a nigga that valued my privacy, and I didn’t like a motherfucker to violate that shit.
When I felt violated, I went back to the street nigga that I did my best to cover up with the expensive suits, but niggas were going to learn that he was still inside of me.
He was just lying dormant, waiting for a stupid motherfucker to try me.
“What the fuck are you doing sitting outside of my house like you’re the fucking feds doing surveillance or something, Logan?” I asked once she got over the shock that I’d busted her fucking window out.
“You’re sleeping with that girl? For real, Sincere?” She cried.
I could tell that she’d been sitting her stupid ass outside crying all night. Her skin was flushed red, and her eyes were puffy as hell. And, she had a pile of tissues sitting in her passenger seat.
“Logan, what the fuck I do has not a gotdamn thing to do with you. Now, I’m going to tell you this shit one last time since you’re apparently a lot slower than I gave your ass credit for,” I said, reaching in, grabbing her collar, and bringing her head through the window.
“Don’t ever fucking stalk me again. Don’t call me, text me, show up at my office, or any of the fucking above.
I’ve given your ass a lot of grace up until now, hell, too much grace, and now your ass has run out.
Let this be the last time I ever see or hear from you.
Or the next time might be the last time anybody sees or hears from your ass ever again. Got me?”
“Why are you doing me like this, Sincere?”
“Do you understand what the fuck I just said to you?”
“I got it,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“I truly pray that you do, Logan. You’ve got too much life ahead of you to live for me to cut that shit short because you can’t let go.”
Letting her go, I waved at one of my neighbors and made my way back to my car.
I had shit to do, and killing Logan’s delusional ass wasn’t on the plan for the day.
But, if she kept pissing me off and with the way I was feeling, I would’ve definitely made the time to take her ass to swim with the fucking fishes.
“What’s up, man?” Mitch asked, slapping fives as I walked into the warehouse.
I didn’t spend much time there these days, but current circumstances caused me to have to show my face more than usual.
Being a ghost was cool and all, but sometimes people forgot who the fuck you were and why they shouldn’t play with you.
So, every now and again, I had to come out of the shadows and remind these niggas who the true boogeyman was around this motherfucker.
“Ain’t shit. So what’s new?” I asked, taking a seat. I barely acknowledge the two motherfuckers who were tied up in front of me. We could deal with their asses a little bit later.
“Well, after your run-in with Ethan, his ass done got real active lately. He didn’t like how you dismissed his ass, so now he feels like he has to prove that he’s still that nigga,” Mitch said, laughing.
We both knew this nigga was a joke, and it was truly comical.
I hated a motherfucker who felt like you owed them so fucking much, but you really didn’t owe them a damn thing.
If you listened to him tell the story, he was the one who put me onto this shit, and I owed him for that.
But the truth was that while seeing him hustlin’ was the first introduction I had into this life, that was where shit stopped and started.
I was the one who got out there and learned what I needed to learn, made the connections, and built something quicker and bigger than his ass had ever been able to do.
I didn’t owe that nigga a fucking thing, and I was standing ten toes down on that.
“Yeah, I’ve decided that I’m just going to have to kill his ass. I’m not about to keep playing games with his old ass. I tried to give him grace and let him make it, but now he just gotta go.”
“Shit, just give me the word.”
“Trust me, it’s coming soon. For right now, I want eyes on him and whatever operation he’s trying to build. We need to see who he has on his team so we can take those disloyal motherfuckers out, too. But, more importantly, we need to make sure his ass isn’t working with the feds.”
Choking on the blunt he was smoking, he asked, “Nah, you think he really went fed? That’s some crazy shit. I know that nigga wants what he thinks he had before he got locked up, but fed? That’s crazy.”
“I’m not saying he did, but some shit about his release just ain’t sitting right with me. From what I was able to find out, his ass should be doing at least ten more years. Have you ever known a nigga to get out of prison ten years early without the help of the feds?”
“Nah, not in this lifetime.”
“Exactly,” I said, nodding my head.
The younger and wilder version of me would’ve already taken Ethan out.
I had eyes on his old ass and knew exactly when and where to touch him.
However, the older version of me, with a lot of shit to lose, wasn’t moving just off emotion.
Emotion would get you caught up or killed in this life that I lived, and I still had a lot of shit that I wanted to make happen.
And I would be damned if I let a motherfucker like Ethan be the downfall of everything that I’d built.
Times like this did make me sometimes consider getting out of the game and handing shit over to Mitch.
While I was detached from the day-to-day for the most part, I still walked around with a big ass target on my back.
And anybody who was anybody knew who I was and what I was capable of.
The problem was that I hadn’t known a life without drugs since I was about ten years old.
I didn’t know if I had it in me to walk away, especially because I had such a good setup.
This was the first time in years that I had to take off the suit and step back into this world in the capacity that Ethan was forcing me to do so.
“Well, just let me know how we’re going to move. I’m ready to send that nigga away for good whenever you are. In the meantime, what do you want to do with these two motherfuckers?” He asked, turning to Carl and Johnny.
We knew their asses were up to no good, and sure enough, they were.
Ethan had managed to hit a couple of the smaller trap houses that we had, and for a few days, I couldn’t figure out how the fuck he managed to do that.
But once I started watching the motherfuckers on our team, Carl and Johnny’s asses had red flags all around their asses.
Their disloyalty came with a death sentence, and today was the day they paid that price.
“Shit, kill ‘em and have them delivered to that little trap Ethan’s ass has set up. Make sure it’s discreet in case the feds are watching him. Put their asses in a box or something. Chop them up, just do whatever needs to be done to get them where they need to go.”
“Come on, you can’t do that to us, Sincere,” Carl cried.
Turning toward his bitch-ass, I asked, “And why the fuck can’t I? You helped another nigga take from me. That’s an offense punishable by death.”