“So, my baby girl is working with a monster, huh?”
“I'm not working with anything. We're not sleeping together anymore. I'm focused on having a good working relationship. That's all.”
“I don’t believe that shit for a second. That man has his hooks in you,” she said. “Don’t even try to fight it. Just go with the flow. It’s time for you to start dating again. I’m ready for you to put Latrell’s ass behind you.” Before I could respond, the show came on and Denver returned from the bathroom.
Thank God.
I definitely didn’t want to talk about Latrell.
Just as I kicked my feet up and glued my eyes to the TV, my phone buzzed.
“What you doing?” –Law
“At my mom’s watching TV. You?” –Alauni
“At the bar waiting for Reggie’s lame ass to show up.” –Law
I sat up, a disturbing feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. Law was a pretty levelheaded man. But when it came to Reggie, that part of him could easily become nonexistent. We'd had more than a few conversations about how he felt about his sister's boyfriend, and none of them were good.
“For what? Do you think that’s a good idea?” –Alauni
I waited patiently for his response, but nothing came through.
“Is Tokyo going to be there?” –Alauni
“You good?” Denver questioned, pulling me away from my cell.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied. “I need to run to the bathroom.”
“Oh okay. Well, be careful. It’s a crime scene in there.”
“I don’t doubt it,” I replied before walking out of the living room.
I took another glance at my phone, but there was still no message from Law. Standing in front of the bathroom that I wouldn’t dare walk into, I tried calling him. But it went straight to voicemail.
Shit! This can’t be good.
10
Law
Should I be here? Probably not.
All day I'd been contemplating whether or not I should talk to Tokyo about the conversation I'd had with Keyon, or if I should just take matters into my own hands.
Given my previous profession, I knew that doing shit like this was probably a bad idea. But dragging my sister into this just didn't sit right with me.
I needed to talk to him man to man.
The moment he walked in, I eyed him from head to toe. Like always, he was covered in gold chains and any other kind of jewelry that made him look like he had more money than he actually did.
I kept quiet, holding back the urge to drop-kick his ass. The goal was to remain civilized.
“What’s up, man?” Reggie said, looking me up and down in confusion. “What you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the streets chasing bad guys or some shit? Oh, wait, I forgot, you traded in your badge and gun to coach bad ass kids.”
Keeping my cool, I took a short sip from my glass and looked him over. “Are you done talking shit that you can’t back up?”
“Oh, I can definitely back it up, and now that you’re not playing cop anymore, I just might.”
