“Mmhmm, I believe you. Where does she live?” I asked. I needed to know if I should pull up to be sure she stayed where the hell she was at.
“I am not telling you where that girl lives, Jela!” Neveah had to be on the floor by now with all the laughing she was doing.
“Nev, I have to go. I was supposed to feed the security team thirty minutes ago.”
“Bye, Jela. Call me later. I’m going to make some time to come out to see you soon.”
“Okay, love. Thanks for checking on me. I appreciate you.”
“Always.”
We hung up as I proceeded to warm up the guys' breakfast and prepare for my sister’s arrival.
The days rolledby fast as hell, and before I knew it, it was the end of January going into February. Since the grand opening, the company had been busy as fuck that I rarely had time to do anything but sleep. I was back in my element, but I made sure to check in with Jela every morning and every night before bed.
I missed the shit out of her. Chunks too.
Phone sex and pictures weren’t doing the trick anymore, but I promised myself that after this project we were working on, I was going to see my girl and my Chunks.
Damien had been ghostly silent after that bullshit he pulled with our moms. I had called him a few times, but to no avail. He knew once I got my hands on him that I was going to beat thefuck out of his stupid ass. When I got home from Detroit and went to visit my moms, I was immediately ready to kill. The shit was pissing me off because I couldn’t understand why the fuck she always protected motherfuckers who harmed her. While she was hesitant to tell me what happened to her face, I wasn’t slow. After more conversation, she finally revealed what was wrong with my brother. Damien suffered from impulsive behavior and bipolar disorder that he’d inherited from his father.
For as long as he’s been my brother, I’d never known that about him. The fact that she kept that shit a secret from me made me upset with her. When she told me it was the reason she never stepped in for Jela because she feared him, I knew I had to do something to stop this nigga.
Since it was Sunday, my day off, I decided to meet up with a friend of mine by the name of Warren Gibson. I hadn’t spoken to him in years, but for this reason, I had to come see him. My heart hurt because I wasn’t a fucking snitch. However, it was either this or kill him, and I couldn’t do the latter. Walking inside the quaint bar, I scanned the crowd and saw him sitting in a corner in the far back.
“Gibson,” I greeted as I approached him.
“Stone. It’s good to see you.” Almost immediately after I sat down, the server approached our table.
“Hello, I’m Diamond. Can I get you anything?”
“A thumb of bourbon,” I told her.
“Coming right up.” She walked away, and my eyes went to Gibson.
“It must be something serious for you to reach out to me,” he said.
I scratched my eyebrow. “I guess I should just get to the point. I understand you and your team have been investigating my brother, correct?”
He looked around the bar, then back at me. “Truce, if you’re here to try to cut a deal for him, I can’t help you with that. He’s been on our radar for months now. The problem is, we can never catch him slipping. The nigga is smart; I’ll give him that. But it’s only a matter of time before he slips up.”
I was quiet for a moment. The server returned with my drink, and I sipped it slowly.
Maybe I should put his ass in the asylum instead?
Snitching on him didn’t sit well with me, but since my moms never got him any help for his condition, there weren’t many records of him being in and out of the hospital. I couldn’t trust that they would keep him for a long period of time. Jail was the only other option since I couldn’t kill him.
“Look, Truce?—”
“What if I give you something on him? How fast could you make a move on it?”
Exhaling, he cleared his throat. “As long as it’s concrete, we can move on it as soon as you give us something.”
I nodded again and tossed back my shot. “I’ll be in touch.” I stood from the chair and shook his hand.
“Can I ask why you want to give your brother up? As long as you’ve been keeping him out of the spotlight, why now?”
“You can ask all the questions you’d like. The real question is if I’ll answer them.”
