Chapter 11
Garrus Whyte
Crossing Paths
“Oh, he playing today! They must have had a talk with him because these past couple of games, Rico been showing his ass! I’m telling you, he’s unstoppable.
There isn’t another college player out right now that’s playing on his level.
Mark my words, when the draft pick comes up in a few months, I know that he’ll be a first round pick,” one of my employees Mathew stated.
As a ‘thank you’ gift to my employees for all their hard work that they continued to put in with my business, I decided that I was going to take them all out tonight.
We were at the Hard Rock stadium in Miami, and I’d rented out the entire suite for us.
There was all kinds of finger foods, and drinks in the back for us, and we had the perfect view of the field.
I was a diehard Miami Hurricanes fan, so I was up out of my seat, standing with my arms crossed, watching the way my team were beating the hell out of Syracuse.
Rico was one of my favorite players, and it felt like I was watching magic unfold as I watched the way he was out there murdering the game like this.
“Yeah. He’s nice. I was doing my research on him a while back.
I know he loves Miami. He loves his city so much that he pushes a green Donk to match his football colors.
I just hope that he doesn’t play for the sorry ass Dolphins.
He gotta go somewhere where the team is good, and he can get a championship ring at the end of the season.
You know what I mean?” I asked Mathew, one of my head managers in charge, and he nodded, agreeing with what I was saying.
Half time rolled around, so I used this as a moment to walk out of the suite, so that I could use the restroom.
I had been holding it because I didn’t want to miss anything with the game.
Since we were in private suites, we had our own private restrooms. We were just going to share it with the other suites that were up here with us, which was fine.
I walked with a pep in my step, headed to the restroom, and when I walked inside, I was the only one.
I handled my business at the stall, and right when I was buckling my pants, the restroom door opened.
I had to do a double take when I saw who it was.
At first, I thought that I had it all wrong, but I stared a little longer, and it was him.
It was Tank. The dude that Dionne was dating.
He had been headlining all over social media since last night because of his arrest. Even though I was older, I kept up with social media because of the business that I was running.
His mugshot had gone viral, but it wasn’t for the reasons you would be thinking.
Women around the world were salivating over him, sharing his mugshot, and he was gaining so much attention from it.
Without sounding like I was into men; I’ll admit that he was handsome.
I couldn’t knock Dionne for dating him. He was huge in stature, looking to be in the best shape of his life.
I know for a fact that if he had to get out on that field and play, that he probably could do it.
The throwback Miami Hurricanes jersey that he had on was sick, and one look at it, and I knew that it wasn’t something that you could just walk into any sports store, and purchase.
That was vintage, and it bet it cost an arm and a leg too.
He went for the stall that was farthest from the door, and he handled his business. I went over to the sink, taking my time with washing my hands, letting my mind wonder, trying to decide if I wanted to say anything to him, or if I should just walk out, and not say anything.
He finished doing what he had to do, and he came over to the sink, going two sinks down from me, letting the water run on his hands.
“It don’t take that long to piss and wash your hands nigga. What you gotta ask me?” he shocked me with his question because I didn’t think that he knew who I was.
“I don’t have to ask you nothing, man. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I spat, my energy matching the same energy that he was giving me.
As if this shit was a joke to him, he laughed, dried his hands, and then he walked over to me, standing right in front of me, not leaving any space between the two of us. Tank was a couple of inches taller than me, so with him being so close, he had to look down at me.
“I gotta question for you, then. Who was the nigga that you had take Dionne’s dog and kill?” he asked.
“A dog that I spent five grand on, I’m going to have somebody take it from her, and kill it? You sound crazy,” the way I said it, I even convinced myself that I didn’t have anything to do with it.
“I know who the fuck you are nigga. That petty ass five bands that you used to get her that dog is a measly amount that you can wipe your ass with. Your pockets didn’t dent when you got her that fuckin dog.
I’m the last nigga that you want to play crazy with.
I’ll make Jekyll, and Mr. Hyde look innocent.
I know your bitch ass had something to do with that,” he shot, and then he walked away, so that he could toss the paper towel into the trash that he’d used to dry his hands.
I wanted to leave him with some words before he left.
“I want you to know that it’s just your turn, man.
She going to leave you high, and dry, just like she did me.
Ask Dionne how much money I spent on her.
She saw millions with me. I funded her entire lifestyle, down to the basic things that she would do for herself, like waxes.
In the end, none of that meant anything to her because she still left me,” there was hurt evident in my voice because I was hurt by this shit.
I genuinely loved Dionne. I still loved her.
“She left you high and dry because you were an easy lick for her, nigga. You see the face on her? You see the body? I expect her to have ran through your pockets and get a few million out of you. A woman going to do whatever the fuck a nigga will allow her to do. My shit won’t end the way yours did because what we have is different, homie.
You couldn’t be a man and tell her that you weren’t leaving your wife, and what’s why it got messy, and it ended.
Make sure you cover up your tracks though with what happened to Bagel.
Your poor kids going to have to go through life with one parent behind bars, while the other parent is six feet under,” he spat, finishing his threat with a smile on his face, and then he lifted his hand, so that he could pat me on my shoulder.
I was furious as I looked at him. He walked out of the restroom, and I didn’t come out until two minutes later.
When I stepped out, the women’s restroom was directly on the other side, and something told me to look over in that direction.
My eyes landed on hers. Dionne was standing right there.
She was in front of Tank, and because I knew a lot about Rico, and had been following his football journey, I knew that the woman standing next to Dionne was Rico’s sister.
Dionne was so blindly in love with him that she didn’t see me staring at her from across the room.
I watched how natural it was for her to pick her arms up, wrap them around his neck, and she kissed him a couple of times on his lips.
In this moment, all I could think to myself was whether the love was ever real between Dionne and I.
I don’t remember her being this sprung out with me.
Tank’s words replayed in my head, where he told me that all I was to her was an easy lick.
Her lips would tell me one thing, which was that she loved me, and often confiding in me that she wanted me to leave my wife, so that we could be together, but all I could think about was the fact that I didn’t remember her ever looking at me in the same manner that she was looking at Tank.
She was in love with him. That was evident.
She buried her head into the crook of his neck, as she was holding onto him, and in that moment, that’s when she saw that I was looking at her.
I watched the way she jumped in his arms, looking at me as if she’d seen a ghost. She didn’t look scared of me or anything though.
It was more so her shocked that I was here, standing a few feet away from her.
Even with Tank’s back to me, it’s almost like he could sense that there was something causing Dionne discomfort, so he turned his head around, and he looked at me. He didn’t have to say anything though. He hit me with a smile, and he tended back to his woman.
That smile spoke volumes though. He would for sure kill my ass.