CHAPTER TEN IESHA #3
“Yeah. They went about it crazy though. Instead of just coming out and saying that, which we know they would never do, they tried to get me to go after PJ. There was no fucking way I was gonna set my boy up. No way in hell, and I told them that. So now they are saying I voided the contract, and they can arrest me for crimes I committed while undercover. They also said the protections for Uncle Marcus were void. Shady muthafuckas.”
“Why would you sign on with the FBI and under Trump at that?”
“I signed under Biden. The bullshit didn’t start until Trump.
Well, they sent in another undercover agent, and that nigga told those niggas I was working for the feds, like that ain’t what his ass is doing.
So not only is the FBI out for my blood, but so are they.
Mrs. Sidney and Mr. Shy are doing their best to hold the FBI accountable, and Watchful Eyes is trying to subdue the situation with those fools in Liberty. ”
“Is that who fired shots?”
“Yeah. They drove by here shooting, and we started busting back. Thankfully, none of us were hit, but they umm . . . shot out your windows. You can drive my Range until Uncle Marcus gets it fixed.”
“Seven,” I slowly shook my head as he grabbed my hand.
“This is a lot to process. For the life of me, I can’t understand why you would even sign with them.
I mean, I get that your emotions were high after they revealed that to you, but damn.
I can assume they were paying you too, right? But do you really need the money?”
“They were paying me fifty grand a month. I now know it was a ploy to get me on their side. That shit wasn’t worth it.”
“Fifty thousand dollars a month? They probably felt like they owned your Black ass for that kind of money! Seven! What the fuck? What is your family saying?”
“They were pissed, but they still got my back. Just please tell me this doesn’t ruin things between us. Please . . .”
I slowly shook my head. “I need time, Seven. Damn! Things were going so good—wait a fucking minute. You knew all this shit before you came back for me, didn’t you?
The day you took me to Cheddars, you knew all this shit.
Why didn’t you just leave me the fuck alone or tell me then? Why get me involved in all this shit?”
“I love you, girl. I couldn’t be without you.
I swear, I was gon’ stalk the fuck out of you if you wouldn’t have agreed to be mine.
I tried to leave you alone, but that shit had me so fucking depressed.
When I sent you that text about letting you go, I immediately felt like I was dying.
I asked Ali and the Watchful Eyes crew to have your back, because I couldn’t live without you. ”
I rolled my eyes as tears dropped from them. “I have to go, Seven.”
“Sit here and eat until I get all your stuff transferred to my SUV. Okay?”
“I can’t eat right now. My stomach is so nervous I know it will come back up.”
“You want another drink?”
“No.”
He nodded, and said, “Take your key fob off your ring.”
I did as he requested, then watched him walk off.
What in the fuck was I doing? How did I get myself in this fucked up situation?
This was serious. I was pretty sure their attorneys would get him out of trouble with the feds, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t have other people trying to kill him.
How could he have trusted the government in that manner? He had to know better.
As I waited for him, the twins and Maui joined me.
Neither of them said a word, and that was crazy.
Maui usually at least spoke. I could tell they were all in go-mode when it came to their brother, so I remained quiet as well.
When their youngest brother, Remy joined us, he went straight to them, pulling them from their seats.
“We can’t fight the government. We gon’ have to let Missus Sidney and Mister Shy take care of that.
For all we know, the government could be working with those niggas from Liberty.
Missus Sidney has experience with shit like that, and Mister Shy has sued the feds and won!
We gon’ have to cool out. What Daddy is saying is what’s best right now. ”
I frowned slightly. I wasn’t sure what had been said. Remy glanced over at me, then walked over. “Hey, Iesha.”
“Hey,” I said softly.
He pulled me from my seat as well. He was being more mature than Seven, and he was still in high school. After hugging me, he said, “I told Seven to let you take my ride. They know what his Range looks like. I can drive my pickup.”
I nodded as Seven came up the stairs from the driveway.
Remy took a step back, then turned to go back to his sisters.
Seven grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs without a word.
This was so hard for me. I loved him so much, and the last thing I wanted was to see him hurt or worse, but at the same time, I didn’t want to be hurt or worse either.
I needed time to process the pros and cons.
This shit was fun to read about or watch on TV, but I didn’t want no nigga that constantly had me in danger.
I didn’t want to have to look over my shoulder at every turn, wondering if the man that stared at me for too long was trying to kill me.
I just wished this shit was done with before we got involved again.
He didn’t think about what was best for me .
. . only his selfish desires, but that was typical Seven Storm Henderson Junior behavior.
I didn’t know why I expected anything different.