Chapter 10 #3
“Try it. I been waiting two decades for this.” I glared into his eyes. I could see to his soul he was contemplating it, but he wasn’t that drunk.
“Now lil bro,” Solomon cut in. “I’m not gon’ stand here and let you come at unc like he some sucka.
I let you get away with touching me…I gave you a pass cause I get you all in yo’ feelings bout lil nosey running round town with her man.
But you not bout to take that out on Bishop.
You dead ass wrong bro. We just here to get you back on track.
Time is winding down for her so handle that or I will. ”
Solomon always rode harder for Bishop than he did for anyone else, but threatening to do something to Noa, yeah nah, he had me fucked up. I punched him right in the mouth he was doing all that talking with causing him to grab his face.
“Time’s up muthafuckas…get the fuck out!” I roared, pulling my hammer as I opened the front door. “Touch her and you’ll be buried under a bleeding Magnolia.” I pointed my gun at Solomon.
“Get yo dick out a tissy!” Bishop huffed. “We gon’ leave her be for now. But time is ticking.”
Today was long enough as is, I didn’t need none of this nonsense right now.
Solomon may have been my bigger brother, and he had his connections and did his thing when it came to numbers and financials.
He was even grimy as hell when it came to pulling off killings but threatening to touch Noa was where I drew the line.
“That girl wearing her welcome down. She done brought some nigga from up north…a finance lawyer. I promise you this. If they get ahold to anything you’ll be preparing both they dead ass bodies.” Bishop snapped.
“We’ll see to that.” I drew down on Bishop. “If yall niggas don’t get the fuck on… I’ll be preparing both yall bodies down at the funeral home.”
Neither said anything else, as they both immediately left with rocks in they jaws.
It was good to see they’d been doing their research.
Noa’s boyfriend, being a lawyer in finance, was news I could use.
Bishop and my father had done some things to acquire land throughout this town, and it wasn’t because they worked hard for it or got it honestly.
All it took was for the right person to get ahold of the wrong information and things would go to shit… and fast.
Most of the things that were supposed to be public information were contained in the Whitmore files.
That’s why those files were kept secret.
Lives were lost on account of preserving those files and knowing that Bishop tried preserving the dignity of those files by burying Samson’s key with his body proved he thought he was ten steps ahead.
But not as long as I was in charge, I now held the key, and I planned to retrieve the files and place them somewhere no one else would ever know to look or be able to find.
And the fact that Bishop had no clue made it all the more rewarding and satisfying to me.
Even though bits and pieces of information have been leaked over time and throughout the years, the entire file was what held this town together and now I was the sole keeper of the master file.
Bishop talked a tough game, but with all due respect he wasn’t the silencer. Solomon and I were and if Bishop did ever partake in the death of someone it was someone he could overpower in his sleep while not breaking a sweat.
I watched as Bishop’s all-black Cullinan disappeared down my circular drive as I thought back to the last conversation we all had about Celeste. To the town she had left and never turned back but that was hardly the case.
Celeste had kept in contact with certain people and had gained information on my family that could bring us down once and for all.
The three musketeers, my father, Bishop and Solomon made sure that she would never be able to speak on Magnolia Graves, the Dubois or anything ever again.
The fact that I chose to not partake in her death didn’t mean I was soft.
It meant that I disagreed with their decision to kill her because I didn’t think she was a threat.
The reason I was taking my time with Noa was because I wanted to see what all she knew and if Celeste had told her anything.
Noa being a journalist, I needed to see if she was here playing our game against us.
She moved more like Isaiah, and I now know I’d have to act on it and quickly because I didn’t want Solomon to make any pretentious moves.
I went to my master suite and changed clothes then grabbed my keys and locked up.
Jumping in my Denali I had to pivot from my original plans for tonight.
I wasn’t going to go to the marsh, but now it was more of a necessity than desire.
Taking all the backroads to the marsh, I licked my lips as I decided on tonight’s pick.
The phone rang once, and I smiled as I thought about what was to come.
“I’m here to serve you, Secret Graves?” Belle answered.
She had the sexiest voice out of the three of them.
“Grey room in an hour.” I ordered then hung up as I hit 80, eating all the curves on the backroad down, shortening my time to get there.