Chapter FIONA
FIONA
My head turned completely as I felt his thick beard tickle the back of my neck.
The soft, sweet kisses he placed on me stirred all my memories.
His hands slid down the side of my arms, reminding me of how his touch had always played a role in what we did.
Everything about what we were doing was so wrong, and that alone made it feel so right.
His light growl made me giggle like a schoolgirl. Then I thought about how I had only found my way to him out of spite. It wasn’t until he conquered the drug game that my eyes opened to the man who held power in his hands. However, by the time I realized it, I had fallen for Bobbie.
Mister turned me around to face him. “Fiona, you have always been tempting. You are a man’s worst nightmare.”
My lip curled up into a conniving grin. “I can’t help that my looks give temptress ways. I get it from my mama,” I told him as I pulled away. “Cornelius Mister Morwood.” I smiled.
He rubbed his hands together as his head tilted slightly to the side before he winked. “In the flesh. It’s been what, ten years? What do I owe the pleasure of this meet up, Fiona, because you putting that sweet, deadly pussy on me isn’t one of them.”
He pulled out my chair so I could sit down.
Once I sat, he walked around and sat behind his desk.
My leg slowly crossed over the other as I tried to show some skin to throw him off before I got to the reason for my visit.
He dropped his head and heckled. “Same Fiona in a grown woman’s body,” he muttered.
I shrugged. “Mister, listen, I know it’s been a while, and my apologies for the length of time we haven’t spoken. However, Lexington Heights isn’t around the corner. Naheem told—”
He nodded. “So, this is about Naheem Avery.”
I leaned forward. “No, this is about Fiona and what I need from you.”
I had always felt like Mister was jealous of Naheem, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Before things went left, Naheem, Mister, and Ishmael ran in a pack.
It was like three the hard way until Mister had gotten left behind.
Naheem's father held all the power in the streets, allowing it to fall into Naheem’s hands.
Ishmael fell in line while Mister was deemed the tag-along by Naheem’s father.
At some point, he strayed away and built his empire on his own.
Mister was a king in his own right. The man was fine as hell.
His money was longer than his dick, and that shit had some length on it.
I knew a little about him and Naheem’s past, and from his reaction, I could tell Naheem wasn’t going to get anywhere with him, which is why I stepped in.
Mister leaned back in his chair and stroked his beard slowly.
“I’m listening,” he said as his brows raised.
Before I could say anything, the door to his office opened. “Ayo, pops! I need—”
Mister’s eyes cut at him. “What is it, Papi? Don’t you see I’m conducting fucking business? You little niggas have no home training. Aren’t you supposed to be at a place I pay for, like school?”
I looked at his son, and when I saw the jacket he was wearing, I knew that what Naheem told me was right. His son snarled at me before stepping back and closing the door. “I heard you had kids, but I—”
“You never saw them. My kids lived with their mother until they became too much, and she sent them to me.”
“How many?”
“Five. Four boys and a girl. All grown now.”
I nodded. “Are they all a part of NTR?”
He laughed. “You’re asking a lot of questions but haven’t told me what you wanted.”
I swept my hanging bang to the side. “I need your help in getting rid of someone. He has become a thorn in my side. I need him dealt with.”
Mister glared at me curiously. “Aren’t you the one with a judge for a husband. Ask him.”
I blew out a sharp breath as I stood and strutted toward him. “Yeah, but his work is different. What I need is a big task for a big man. All I’m asking is that you help me.”
“Fiona, you’re fine and all, but I’m not the same man I used to be. Pussy is good, but the money is what makes my dick hard. So, what are you offering, and who is this someone?”
Mister had never turned me down, and that frustrated me. “His name is June Calloway. He runs this biker crew called—”
“The Zoo,” Mister said, finishing my sentence. “I heard of them. My sons told me. I heard one of those niggas got hit.”
I leaned forward to allow my breast to become eye level with him. “Yes, that’s them. I don’t care what you do. I want his ass gone. My son is a part of them and I—”
“Your son? You mean Bobbie’s son. Fiona, now I know you’re on that bullshit. Your offer sounds good, but I’m not interested. Does that boy know you're not his real mother? And when did you start caring what happens to him, because the last time we talked, you—”
I lifted and cleared my throat. I didn’t want to have the conversation about Braylen not being mine. I walked over and snatched up my purse. “I’m offering you fifty thousand. Take it or leave it,” I hissed.
I went to head out the door when Mister’s words stopped me. “I wipe my ass with that amount. Come up with something else better, or find someone else to do it. Fiona, you know you would have been better off here, but you took on a man with a child, now deal with that shit. Have a nice night.”
I didn’t bother turning around to look at him because he was right.
When Bobbie and I first got together, he was in his first year of law school, and his future looked bright.
I was sure mine would be, too. Having his son involved seemed worthwhile at first, but soon, raising a child who wasn’t mine became overwhelming.
I started resenting not only Bobbie but also Braylen.
Mister found a way to shut me up for now, but it only fueled my fire to find a way to move June out of the way. I could feel a looming doom over me, but I was determined to find a way to beat it before it won the fucking race.