“What, Chandler?” she answered in frustration. “How am I supposed to enjoy my vacation if you keep blowing my phone up?” Pulling the phone from her ear, I strained as I listened to her speak to someone in the background before I heard muffled giggling. “Listen, I have to go, and?—”
“Wait a fuckin’ minute!” I yelled as I gripped the phone so hard in my hand that I could have sworn I heard it crack. “Who the fuck is that in the background? Where the fuck are you? I swear to God… if you’re around another man?—”
“You’ll what, Chandler?” She sassed back at me. “I’ve been having the time of my life away from the chaos and the hell that is waiting for me back home, and you can’t even give me ten daysof fuckin’ peace without being a dick. The more time I spend away, the more I realize that I can’t be tied to you for the rest of my life. When I get home, we have to talk, and this time, you will listen to me.”
Chuckling to myself, I rolled my neck to keep my fury at bay. Noemi was really trying me right now, and it was time I let her know the real.
“You listen to me, and you listen good, you little bitch. I have tried to be civil with you, but I see now that’s out of the question. You and I will marry, and there isn’t a fuckin’ thing you can do to stop it from happening. If you think you can, try it.” I smirked at her heavy breathing. “I will not only kill you but your mother too. Your brothers aren’t always around, and your team isn’t as solid as you think. I could easily have her throat slit when she goes to her spa appointments with Bridgette’s mom. They still go to the one on Collins every Tuesday, huh?”
“Chandler—”
“I don’t want to hear shit!” I roared, cutting her off. “When you get home, you better be ready to plan a fuckin’ wedding, and you will do with a smile or so help me God… I will kill all the women in your family and watch the men suffer before doing the same to them. Do you want to test that theory? Huh? I didn’t think so! Bring your ass the fuck back home, Noemi, and if I think you’ve been around a man, I’m going to make your life more of a hell than you think it already is.”
Hanging up in her face, I pocketed my phone. Noemi and her smart-ass mouth were going to be the death of her, but not before I made her my wife. Walking into the kitchen, my mother and sister stood from the table with their heads bowed, waiting for me to take my chair at the head of the table. Once I was seated and began to eat, they followed suit. As we began to eat our meal silently, my mind went to Noemi, and how fucking defiant she was. I couldn’t wait to get her ass back home.
“Um, son…” my mother spoke timidly. “Have you and Noemi settled on a date yet? I have an upcoming trip, and I want to ensure the dates do not conflict.”
As much as I wanted to call bullshit, I didn’t. Eating the smothered chicken, I peeked at her before dragging my eyes to a saddened Star. Feeling my stare, her head shot up, and she straightened her face instantly. Giving my attention back to my mother, I sipped my drink before responding.
“When she returns home from her reception, we will be married immediately.” I nodded my head as I made up my mind. “I don’t care if I have to drag her down the aisle as I put a bullet in her brother’s head… Noemi will be mine, and there’s nothing left to be said about it.
I groaned as I loosened my tie and entered the lobby of the Boudreaux Hotel. “I don’t have time for this shit today.”
After a long day of sitting in the office, the last thing I wanted to do was sit down in a meeting with Rosier and the heads of the other families. It’d been a few days since I’ve stuck my dick inside of something wet and warm, and I had plans tonight. I had been calling Angelina for over a week, and something told me she was no longer among the living. I beat her ass so good when Mimi popped up at my office after she stepped to her. Soon after, there were whispers that no one could get in contact with her. My thoughts were that the Boudreaux family got to her.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” I was greeted as soon as I approached the front desk. One thing I will say is Rosier had some fine bitches working for him. What I wouldn’t do to stick my dick in the one right in front of me.
“Hello, gorgeous.” I smiled as I leaned forward onto the counter. Her breasts were peeking through the top of her button-down. “There’s a lot of shit you can help me with. We can discuss it over dinner, if you’d like.”
“Chandler, you don’t believe shit stank, do you?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I locked eyes with Rosier. His hands rested in his slacks pockets, and his face was neutral, but his eyes held nothing but wrath.
“What’s up, brother?” I smirked as I stood to my full height. “I was just making small talk with the pretty lady here.” Turning to face her, I winked. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
Looking between Rosier and me, the desk manager said nothing as she answered the ringing phone. My eyes squinted as I followed her moves.
“Strike two…” I heard a low voice from behind me. “Let’s head to this meeting so you can get the fuck out of my shit.”
Bumping my shoulder, my fists tightened as I spun and watched Rosier head to the elevator that led to his private basement. I shut my eyes tightly before making my way over. Once inside, neither of us said anything until the doors closed.
“You know, I’m about tired of you trying to handle me like I’m not a man.” I turned to face him. It pissed me off that he didn’t have the decency to face me. “You think I’m scared of you, nigga? Keep that shit up, and I’ll have it to where I won’t let your sister have you over once we’re married.”
The elevator dinged, and the only response I got was a yawn. Dragging his eyes to me, he stared for a moment before stepping off. Pulling my Glock from my waist, I placed it at my side. I looked around the room and found all eyes were already on me.
“Once you start acting like a man instead of a bitch, I’ll treat you like one,” Rosier said as he took his seat at the conference table. "Until then, I’m going to treat you like the hoe-ass niggayou act like. Sit the fuck down.” He pointed to the seat opposite his. “And if you ever pull a gun on me, bitch, you better use it.”
“You know… one of these days, I won’t be around to stop you two from killing each other.” Mr. Laurent sighed as I took a seat beside him at the conference table. The remaining heads were seated, as well as some of Rosier’s people. “Hopefully, when this marriage takes place, the bad blood will be no more.” He looked between Rosier and me before he continued, “When is the date, by the way?”
“Noemi and I just recently discussed that it will be finalized when she comes home from her vacation.” I shimmied from my suit jacket as I eyed Rosier. “She’s finally coming to terms with everything and is getting excited about it.”
“Which Noemi are you talking about?” Dre asked as he sat in the corner of the room. “I know you’re not talking about my cousin. She don’t like you, nigga.”
Chuckling, I said nothing as I brought my eyes back to Rosier. He was staring at me, twirling an ink pen between his fingers. I know the last thing he wanted to hear was me talk about marrying his sister, but oh well. I couldn’t help but fuck with him even more.
“Y’all sure about that? The little date I took her on last week said otherwise.” I smirked as I leaned forward. “I can still taste her, and it was the sweetest thing I've ever had.”
His jaw tightened as he continued to twirl the ink pen. He angled his head to the side and nodded. “You know, your father sat in that very seat when I stabbed him for talking to me recklessly. He was mad because I discarded your sister in this same pile as the condom I used when I fucked her.” The smirk I was sporting slowly faded. “Keep playing with me, Chandler, and I can promise you that you won't have to worry about my sister, your sister, or the tension between our families.” He stood from his seat, causing me to do the same. “I will fuckin’ clear yourentire bloodline. I’m giving you my sister’s hand in marriage because that’s what my father would do. Make no mistake—I’m not him, but I can see you’re like your father—a bitch that doesn’t know his place.”
