Her eyes stretched wide in shock as her body hit the floor. I wasn’t interested in what the fuck she had to say either. Scratching my temple with the barrel of my gun, I picked up my desk phone and dialed my head of security.
“Boss?”
“Come to my office and take out the fuckin’ trash,” I shouted as I looked down at the bodies. “When you’re done, let meknow. My wife is missing, and I don’t care if I have to kill her whole family and drag that bitch back home by her ankles. She’s a fuckin’ Gourneau, and she’s coming back home where she belongs. Today!”
Adjusting my tie, I slammed the door to my Ferrari and entered Boudreaux Enterprises. The bottom of my Gucci loafers sounded off on the marbled floors as I made my way through the lobby.
“Good morning, and welcome to?—”
“Fuck that!” I cut the receptionist off as I removed my sunglasses. “What floor is Rosier Boudreaux on? Being as though this is his business, I’m going to assume the top.” The bitch said nothing as she eyed me, enraging me even more. “You can’t open your mouth and fuckin’ talk?”
“When you say something worth responding to, I will.” She sassed as she typed away at her computer. “When I greeted you, only to be cut off, all hospitality and professionalism went out the window. Now…” She stopped pecking on the keyboard and gave me her attention. “Good morning, and welcome to Boudreaux Enterprises.” She smiled sarcastically, and it took everything in me not to knock her teeth out. “How may I help you this morning?”
Taking a deep breath, I squeezed the bridge of my nose. “I’m here to see Rosier,” I stated, trying again while my patience slowly left me. “Will you tell him that his brother-in-law, Chandler, is here to see him?”
She eyed me for a moment before she picked up the phone to give him a call. Stepping back from the desk, I stuffed my hands inside my slacks and looked around the lobby. The fifteen-story building was breathtaking and put mine to shame. Both of uscame from powerful families with money, but my pockets didn't stand a chance next to his. That was just another reason why he felt as if he was better than me.
"Sir," she called out, garnering my attention. "Mr. Boudreaux said, ‘Fuck off, and that he is busy right now. He doesn't have time for visitors’—hey! You can't go up there!"
Ignoring her threats, I made my way over to the elevator right as security was rounding the corner. I was fed the fuck up with this family, and today was the day they all were going to see the fury they’d caused.
Once the elevator dinged to the conference room floor, I stepped off and made my way to the largest conference room where Rosier held his meetings. If he didn't want to come down and talk to me, I would certainly come up and talk to him.
Boom!
The office door bounced off the wall as I literally kicked it in. The eyes of many businessmen locked on me, but mine were settled on one.
"Mr. Gourneau…" Rosier leaned back in his seat at the head of the table, cool as ever. "To what do I owe the pleasure of you bursting into a very important meeting with the governor?" He motioned to a clearly spooked Carlton. "I'm sure this is something that could have waited."
"Where the fuck is my wife?" I asked in a hiss, stepping further into the room. I didn’t give a fuck about the governor or anyone else in this damn room. To the side of me, I could see Dre in the corner ready to make a move, but I knew he wouldn't do anything in a room full of witnesses. "She left my home last night, and I can't reach her."
Angling his head to the side, he excused himself as he buzzed his assistant to the room. “Gentlemen… I sincerely apologize for the interruption.” He gestured to a cute blonde as she rolled a cart with various platters into the room. “Enjoy a small butdelicious lunch on my dime while I sort this personal matter out.”
The men stood from their seats to make their lunch selection as he nodded for me to follow him to his office with Andre on our heels. They could very well kill me, but it wouldn’t be as easy as they thought. Stepping inside his office, the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. My eyes stayed on Rosier as he crossed the room and poured himself a drink.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, Boudreaux…” I walked over, not caring that Andre had pulled a gun from his waist. I was not here to play with these muthafuckas and it was time that they gave me the respect I deserved. “Where the fuck is Noemi? I woke up this morning to video footage of your whore of a sister fucking another man in my bed!” I shouted as the images replayed over and over in my head. “I’m going to make her pay for defiling our marital bed—in my fuckin’ home!”
Calmly, he poured himself another shot. I was growing more and more angry as I watched him sip his liquor without a care in the world. He watched me over the rim of his glass as if my frustrations meant nothing! Snatching the glass from his hands, I launched it to the other side of the room. Crystal and liquid flew everywhere as the pricey, old-fashion glass shattered against the wall. Dragging his eyes from it to me, Rosier swiped his nose and chuckled lowly.
“If this lil’ temper tantrum is any indication as to why my sister left, I can understand.” He stood up straight and stepped to me. “She would’ve been in a lesbian relationship because you ain’t nothing short of a bitch, nigga. You walk your muthafuckin’ ass up in my shit, huffin’ and puffin’ like you’re the big bad wolf.” A sinister grin formed across his face as he glared at me. “Keep playing with me, and I will put you in a cage with a real one. Nigga, I’ll make you show me you’re ’bout that shit in real life, which we all know you ain’t.”
“You think I’m scared of you and your threats, nigga?” I pulled my Beretta from my waist, aiming it at his face. I wasn’t moved one way or the other when Dre placed his Glock at the back of my head. “If I don’t have my wife to me by sundown?—”
“What you gone do with that lil’ pistol, lil’ nigga?” He’d cut me off and ignored me as he walked closer, pressing the barrel of my gun to his forehead. “If you pull a gun on me, you better be ready to use that shit.” The darkness in his eyes couldn’t be missed. “Consider the union between our families null and fuckin’ void. It’s been less than twenty-four hours, and my sister has already run off on your ass. Don’t worry about where the fuck she is. She’s where she wants to be. Now, I’m going to give you two minutes to get the fuck out of my office. Come back here on some tough guy shit again; you’re going to leave out through the muthafuckin’ window.”
The anger that was coursing through me caused my hand to shake slightly. I glared at him as he trekked toward his door to leave. “So, that’s it? You think I’m going to let you fuck me over again?”
Slanting his eyes at me over his shoulder, he nodded at Dre. Before I could process what was happening, the butt of his Glock slammed into the back of my head. Losing my footing, I stumbled frontward and onto the floor. My gun slid from my hand, and it wasn’t long before Dre hopped on top of me.
“Make this the last muthafuckin’ time you walk into our place of business on some disrespectful bullshit, bitch.” His teeth grated together as he rained blows from his gun all over my head and face. It was the middle of a work day, and I was getting pistol-whipped in a corporate building. “The only reason I’m not gon’ creep into your crib or your mammy’s house tonight is because it was too many witnesses here today. Make no mistake…”
Whap! Wham!
“You better sleep with one eye open, you dumb-ass nigga.” He hit me a few more times, causing me to groan loudly before he stood to his full height. “Consider any business contracts with Boudreaux Enterprises terminated.” He stood over me and spat on my custom-made suit before kicking me in the side.
“Not only that…” Rosier chimed in, walking over and crouching before me. “You and your family areout.”
My eyes swelled as I held my side, coughing up blood.
