Chapter 55 Corinthians #2
“What else did we agree to?” I asked him.
My brow went up when he hesitated, and I sighed.
“Joshua, the last time you and I were in the same room, I let her touch everyone in there. I watched her paint canvases with your family’s blood, and as a parting gift, I had them hung in your office.
” I pointed to the painting on the wall. “Did you forget our parting words?”
“No,” he answered as he stared at the painting. I knew he had no idea who they were from, but seeing one hanging on the wall made me smile. He was an idiot.
“What were they?”
“That if you came back, that I’d have to deal with you,” he answered and reclaimed his seat as his words registered.
“Correct,” I nodded. “So here I am.”
“We’re at my company,” he smirked as if the conversation was now null and void and he’d won the biggest damn prize of them all.
“Um, no,” I said, shaking my head. “This isn’t your company; this company belongs to U I had never seen him before, but that wasn’t anything I was concerned about.
“From here on out, every time I walk into a conference room, I’m going to kill someone.
” I grabbed the back of the man’s head, pulled back, and, using my knife, I sliced his throat open.
I pushed him away and glared at Joshua. “Check your fucking schedule because I have a lot of meetings to attend. Tell Robert to find me.”
I turned and walked away, not caring what else Joshua had to say. I wasn’t playing with him. I’d kill every time I walked into this building until Robert was dead. He’d tormented me enough.
“So, umm,” Krude said as we rode the elevator back to the garage. “Corinthians?”
“Yeah?” I answered. The soft rhythm of blood dripping from my knife hit my shoe, and I closed my eyes.
“I know Judge gave you 48 hours, but here.” I opened my eyes to see him holding his phone out for me to take. “You need this,” he said.
I sighed, took the phone, and put it to my ear, “Hello?” I wasn’t surprised he had my therapist’s number saved. There had been too many moments in my past that called for them to need it.
“Corinthians,” Uri’s deep voice washed over me. “Corinthians?”
“I’m here,” I softly replied.
“Good,” he chuckled. “Now listen to me closely, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Come home.” It wasn’t a request; it was a demand. Uri telling me to come to him. He was my home. My safe space. With him, everything was right in the world.
“Okay,” I said, then hung up and handed Krude back his phone.
“King Beat Box just macked his way into your drawls, didn’t he?
” Krude asked. I looked up to see him watching me through narrowed eyes.
“Nigga just stuttered out a command, and now you’re all calm and shit.
” He put his phone in his pocket and kissed his teeth.
“Psycho ass couples, I swear. Nigga watched you roll heads down a table like bowling balls, cut a niggas throat, and then called and told you to come home, and your hot in the ass self about to do it too. Remember that nigga is injured, don’t be in that hospital trying to hump on him and bust open his stitches. ”
“She might like blood play,” Judge said.
Krude’s face twisted in confusion before he took his phone from his pocket.
I knew he was doing a quick Google search.
When he read the definition, his head snapped up, and he mugged me.
“I’m telling,” he quickly said, then swiped his phone and put it to his ear.
“Hello? Madea?” He paused and put his hand on his hip.
“Let me tell you about your granddaughter. No, not The Murderer.” He paused and rolled his eyes.
“No, not Hell Raiser.” He paused again. “No, not The Drug Dealer.” Again, a pause.
“Yes! That one! You know that girl is into blood play? Oh, nah, don’t look it up.
I already did. It’s nasty.” He twisted his face up like he smelled something repulsive.
“And get this, King Beat Box called her and was like Come home. Madea, that nigga macked her on my phone.” He kissed his teeth.
“Nigga ain’t even at home. He’s in the hospital. ”
“Krude, get in the car,” Judge said, shaking his head. Krude climbed into the car, still complaining to our grandmother. But I didn’t mind. Hearing him talk would keep my mind off my real issue. I’d called out Robert Strong, and I knew he was coming to answer the call.
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