Rosier continued, not giving me a chance to breathe out a reply. “I tried to be civil and amicable with y’all bitch-made niggas, but I should have known you were a bitch like your father. You keep fucking with me, and I’m going to make you bunkmates in hell.” He stood to his feet and adjusted his suit jacket right as security came into the office. “Get this fuck nigga outta my shit!”
Snatching me from the floor, they dragged me to his private elevator. I leaned up against the wall and tried to catch my bearings on the way down, but all I could think about was what he’d said. Not only was my marriage over before it could start, but he had finally admitted that he indeed killed my father.
“Come on…” The big, buff nigga I know as Trench gripped me up. “I don’t have all day.”
“Get the fuck off me!” I tried snatching myself from him, but it was no use. I was fucked up. “I can fuckin’ walk!”
“Barely,” was all he said as he hauled me through the lobby. I was so embarrassed as the people stared, but I was too sore and disoriented to do anything. “Move.”
My eyes were beginning to swell shut, but along the way, I locked them with the receptionist. The smirk on her face couldn’t be missed, and if I wasn’t in such bad shape, I’d really give that bitch something to smile about.
Once we were outside, he threw me into the door of my car without a word. Holding my side, I fumbled with the fob untilI was able to unlock the car and slide inside. Laying my head against the seat, I removed my phone from my pocket and called my right hand, Ralph.
“Boss,” he answered on the first ring. “Is everything okay?”
“No.” I coughed a few times before groaning. “I need you to come get me.” Before he could respond, an idea came to me. “I also need you to get in touch with that little bitch you fucking from the massage parlor. One of her client’s upcoming appointment will be cut short.”
Rosier and his sister may think they have won, but they had fucked over my family and me for the last time. I’ve always been an eye-for-an-eye type of man. Let’s see how they react when I take away the one they love the most.
Silently,we all stood and watched as Noemi entered the back room of the beach house. I had plans for us to have a good night since her time in the Grove was coming to an end. We wouldn’t be able to do that with these two niggas staring me in the face, though.
“You nigga’s got something you want to say?” I crossed my arms and eyed them both. I didn’t know if they were trying tointimidate me or not, but I was not easily spooked. “Speak now or forever hold your peace because when Mi comes out of that room, we’re headed out.”
The only thing that could be heard was Dre smacking as he rustled his bag of chips. Shrugging my shoulders, I walked into my kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Twisting the cap off the bottle, I took a sip before turning and coming face to face with Rosier.
“What is it exactly that you’re doing with my sister, Skip?” he asked as he leaned against the kitchen island. “She’s set to be married in a few months, and she’s out here going on dates and shit. What’s going on?”
“You know…” I chuckled as I set the bottle on the counter next to me. “I was going to be quiet and play the backfield, letting Mi handle her shit like she asked, but since you’re here, I might as well speak my peace.” Stepping to him, I watched as he kept his eyes on me ever so closely. “I don’t fuck with the way you’re doing your sister. She hasn’t told me the entire dynamic of your family, but I know she’s paying for some shit that shouldn’t have anything to do with her.”
“You said all that to say…” He waved his hand around as if he was bored with the conversation. “Noemi is my concern—not yours. I know what’s best for her and my family. She knows that, and it’s not for me to make you understand.”
Nodding, I stepped back to put some space between us. I was working on expressing myself with my words, and if I swing on this nigga the way I wanted to, I’m going to end up ruining the night shorty and I had planned.
“Bet,” was all I said as I grabbed my bottle to exit the kitchen. “Looks like we have nothing else to discuss.”
“You love her, don’t you?” His words stopped me in my tracks as I entered the living room. Dre paused mid-bite as he heard his cousin. “You’ve fallen in love with my sister.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I gave him a smirk. His face was neutral, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. It was as if he knew the answer, but he wanted me to say the words aloud.
“Mi texted me a couple of months ago and asked me to come see her. I dropped everything and hopped on a jet with no questions asked.” I turned and faced him, taking slow steps in his direction. “When I got there, she was a crying mess. She was ready to say fuck you and her entire family because of a choice you made for her.” The amusement in his eyes had vanished in that quick second. “I held her and told her everything would be okay because it would be. Just know that if I have fallen for your sister, it ain’t shit you or that bitch ass fiancé’ of hers can do to stop me from making her mine.”
We stood nose to nose, having nothing else to say. I knew his stance on Noemi’s life, and now he knew mine. What’s understood doesn’t have to be explained on my end.
“Heard you.” He grinned, stepping back. Offering me his hand, I looked at it for a moment before accepting it. “Just know that if she’s what you want, there may be a few obstacles in the way of being with her.”
“Like I just said, if I want to be with Noemi, ain’t shit standing in the way of me making it happen. When it comes to what or who I want, I’ll go to war about it.”
“Jordie, did you hear me?” Gianna’s little loud ass snapped me from my thoughts of the conversation I had with Rosier at the beach house. “I want to go shopping today! Mimi said it was our world, and you’re the man to give us whatever we want.”
Hearing her snicker to the side of me, I locked eyes with Noemi. It had been a few days since I snatched her from her nigga’s house, and I’ve been fucking her crazy ever since. I loved her, and I wasn’t going to deny that shit to her or anyone else. She was mine, and I was waiting on the day I had to prove it toher pussy ass husband. I wasn’t dumb by far. I knew he was still calling her phone constantly. I’m just waiting on him to make his move before I show my ass.
“Is that right?” I reached over the table and wiped the pancake syrup from Gi Baby’s mouth. I decided to take the girls on a breakfast date and to do some shopping. “She didn’t lie; I love y’all, and I’ll definitely do anything for you.”
“Don’t I know it?” Mi said, smirking as she popped a slice of bacon into her mouth. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been. I owe it all to you.”
Giving her a wink, we continued to eat our food. She and I were going to have a conversation soon about where we were going from here, but I wanted to do it in private. We’ve been sexing each other and spending time together, but I needed her to know this shit wasn’t temporary. I wasn’t in a pussy coma when I told her she was mine.
“I have to go back home soon,” she said as if she were reading my mind. “I have to go back to work and have a conversation with my brother.”
