by Niecy P
“Don’t worry about it, Mason. He good. I’m done anyway,” Marley stood up. He was calm and walked out the same way he came in. Uncle Jason was standing at the door with his fist out. Marly fist bumped him and walked out the front door. Mason walked behind him but didn’t leave without voicing his opinion.
“That was his last warning. If he disrespects Aunt Lilly again, my mother will be coming over here,” Mason said. He threw a head nod to the men and went to his parents’ home. Pops stared down at Jeremiah with an expressionless face.
“Get your ass up. Go upstairs and clean yourself up. Don’t leave that fucking room until I say so,” Pops told Jeremiah. He rolled on his stomach slowly and got onto his feet with the help of the table that was in the room. I knew I told Marley that was enough, but I wasn’t going to help him up. He got his self in that mess, and he was going to have to suffer. Jeremiah stayed hunched over, finding it unbearable to walk to the stairs with his back straight. Uncle JJ didn’t care if Jeremiah heard him or not. He spoke loud enough for him to listen to what he wanted to say.
“You better do something with his ass, Jo. He is doing too fucking much. He collected money at one of my businesses, and I haven’t seen that shit yet. I ain’t tripping about that, though. What I am tripping over is that fool told my people that he was running things now and they had to report to him.”
“What the hell? When did this happen?” I asked him.
“Three days ago. You know that I don’t take the word of any other nigga over my family. So, I went to the club and sat in the office until he arrived. Jeremiah repeated the same shit that Harry said. I walked out of my office, and his face dropped. I wanted to fuck him up, but I didn’t want the crew to see us like that. I was happy that you got Marley to beat his ass. That muthafucka is out of control,” Uncle JJ said.
“Yeah, I know. He was using Marley as his bodyguard. Marley didn’t know because we always taught them to protect each other. But, when Marley started getting into more shit, I knew that there was something else going on,” Uncle Jason said.
“You can’t blame Jeremiah for that Uncle Jason. Marley has his own mind. He is more reckless than Jeremiah at times,” I disagreed. He wasn’t about to sit here and fault Jeremiah for all the bad shit that has been going on.
“Yes, but he only gets reckless behind his family. If Marley feels that Jeremiah is being disrespected in any way, he will go off, and you know that,” Uncle Jason told me. “But, Mason wasn’t lying. If he does this shit again, Gage will be creeping in that nigga room.” He left with those final words. Uncle JJ agreed and dapped us off.
“Mason and Madison are different from Jason. If they think that Jeremiah is using Marley for his gain,” Uncle JJ left the rest up in the air. Pops nodded his head. I heard some things about what happened when my father ran things a while back. They said that he was doing fucked up shit. I didn’t know the facts, but I knew that I wasn’t like that. My family meant everything to me. I was with Marley with keeping the disrespect at a fucking minimum.
Pops beckoned me to follow him to the kitchen. We got in there, and I took a seat at the kitchen’s breakfast bar. Pops went to the refrigerator and pulled out our favorite pie. Lemon meringue with whip cream spread all over. Aunt Joel made us one every Tuesday and sent it over with other treats for Mom and Jeremiah. I pulled two plates from the middle of the bar. Pops grabbed the knife and forks. He sat across from me and unraveled the wrapping that covered our precious treat. After two pieces, Pops told me what was on his mind.
“I think that you need to keep Jeremiah away from the business for a minute. He is grasping the wrong concept on what and who we are. I don’t want him to go around bullying people that trust us to do business with them.”
“Aight. I can do that.” I answered.
“Don’t eat all the pie,” Pops told me and retired to bed. I was thinking about staying, but I needed to get into something. My blood was still boiling from the incident with Jeremiah. I needed my girl to calm me down, but she was at work.
Melissa and I had been seeing each other for three years. She was out with her girls, and I was out with Mason. They were living their best lives in the VIP section of Uncle JJ club. I wasn’t going to approach her because she was ratcheted and loud as fuck. Melissa walked over to us and asked if she could buy us a drink. Mason declined, but I was surprised at the boldness. I accepted and walked her over to the bar. To see what she was going to do, I ordered a bottle of Macallan V5. Arnold, the bartender, passed me the bottle and told Melissa the cost of it. Her neck almost rolled off her head. She placed her hand on that succulent hip and licked her juicy, glossy lips.
“Let me tell you something, boo. If I buy this, we are dating. Fuck that; we are married. I want a four bedroom condo with a new car. On top of all that, I want to go to our vacation home in Jamaica. You understand that?” Melissa told me with a straight face. Arnold and I fell out laughing. Melissa folded her arms, seriously waiting for me to answer her question.
“Wait, we can’t get a wedding.” I joked with her. She looked at the bottle and back at me.
“Nope,” she said and was about to hand Arnold the card.
“Nah shorty, you good. Let me buy you a drink.” I told her and we been rocking ever since. I needed someone like Melissa on my side. She was beautiful and funny as fuck. I kept a smile on my face when I was around her. I looked at my watch and saw that she had two more hours on her shift. Fuck that. I was going to pass on her tonight. A nigga needed a good laugh.
I left my parents’ and went to the hospital. When I got in the parking lot, I pulled out my phone and texted, I was outside. I leaned my seat back and thought of the events that happened tonight. I didn’t understand why Jeremiah was acting the way he was acting. I took that fool on ridealongs with me to a few meetings. I was teaching him how the businesses worked and what our goals were. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how shit wasn’t registering in his head. He was out here doing some fucked up shit. I didn’t miss the way that Uncle Jason looked at Pops when he said that shit about Marley trusting Jeremiah. I was going to have to talk to Pops about that shit. I was getting tired with getting left in the fucking dark.
My passenger door opened, and Melissa’s hands went straight for my belt. I lifted my arm and stared at her. She had her hair pulled up with a headband catching the loose strings.
“You thirsty,” I teased. She bit down on her lip and smiled at me.
“What you think?” she said and pulled my dick out the slit of my boxers. She leaned over the center console and wrapped her lips around the tip of my dick. She wrapped her tongue around it and sucked. I took her ponytail and pushed her down further until I felt the back of her throat.
“SHIIIT!” I groaned. She pulled back and began to pump my shit. “Whatcha doing?” I asked her. She turned her head to the side and licked the underside of my dick. My toes were curled up in my Kyrie’s.
“I got this,” she spoke to my dick like she was talking into a microphone.
“Show me then,” I challenged her. Without any more talking, she swallowed my shit and went to work. I removed my hand from her ponytail because she had it covered. She slurped, sucked, and tugged my nut out of me. Melissa didn’t stop until I was dry.
“Oh fuck, girl. Don’t stop,” I encouraged her. I forgot to cut the car off, so my foot smashed on the gas pedal. My engine sounded off loud as fuck.
“Bae, take your damn feet off the pedal,” Melissa said while laughing at me. I sat up in my seat and looked at my precious doll.
“Hey, my girl. You knew exactly what yo man needed, huh?” I told her.
“Anytime you at the hospital at this hour, I know that you had a rough day. Did I help?” she asked.
“You did, but I wasn’t coming here for that. I was looking to get some laughs out of you,” I answered.
“Real,” she asked, and I nodded my head. She started unstringing her scrub pants.
“What are you doing?” I a
sked her.
“Shid if that is not what you came here for, I want my fucking head back. And we are going to have to get in the backseat.” Melissa said and climbed in the back. I laughed at her but made my way to the back seat to give her a refund.
Four
Mason
I stayed over by my parents’ home and dropped Marley at school the next day. Last night was crazy as fuck. When Dad called Marley and told him to go by Uncle Jo house, I didn’t know what was going on. I told Marley that I was going to roll with him. Once I saw a pacing ass JoJo and a beat up Jeremiah standing in the middle of the room, I knew the reason for the visit. Uncle Jo wanted Marley to whip Jeremiah’s ass with no remorse. And the way that he left Jeremiah on the floor was going to be something hard for Jeremiah to get over.
I was on my way to the M&M building where Truth was. This building held a lawyer’s, doctor’s, and an accountant’s office. There were other businesses here, but none on the top floor. The top level was reserved for the Davis family only. We had guards at all four entrances and exits. That was all the security we needed. Whoever thought about fucking with anyone in this building, was going to get tortured by six different people. I walked in the six-story building and up to the front desk.
“Good morning, Mr. Davis.” The secretary Mina greeted.
“Morning. A guest will be coming through today. His name is Truth Daniels. Send him up with no problems, please.” I told her and kept it moving. Mina was the chick that was looking for a come up. I wanted to do a favor for our building manager, Ms. Kendra. She begged me to give her granddaughter a job. Since Mina been here, she had fucked four different dudes in our group and eight of our clients. She was looking for a millionaire for sure.
“Yes, Mr. Davis. Is there anything else that I could do for you?” She asked with lust in her voice.
“No,” I told her and took the private elevator up to the top floor. If she kept on with the bullshit, I was going to send Madison to get her together. I pulled out my phone while listening to the elevator music that we customized. I was bobbing my head to that Joyner Lucas joint that he made with Chris Brown. I didn’t think that there were truer words spoken in a song before.
I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain't that hard to see
Don't you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
Ain't no choice to me, but loyalty still means a lot to me
Some niggas'll gon' chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I was rapping along with the lyrics when my message box popped up. I opened it and saw that Madison sent me a picture of F-2000 Assualt Rifle. Every time she found something that she wanted, she would send it to Dad or me. She knew that we would do anything to make her happy. My next text was to DW for a meetup. I entered the empty office and went straight to the cognac. It was nine in the morning, but I was feeling like it was going to be one helluva morning. I had to put someone else in charge of the Eastbound territory. I had a meeting with Callum about the work that I won’t be able to take any more. I thought of my decision a lot and knew that Dad needed me here more than Callum as an assassin. He already had Madison and my other two cousins. They were going to be alright. JoJo wasn’t. He told me how muthafuckers kept comparing him to his father and the mistakes he made when he was over the Stand. It was already tough running the business with others' expectations. But to be continuously reminded of past shit was tiresome. I told him that he didn’t have to prove a muthafucking thing to anyone. They were going to talk regardless. Fuck them. That shit didn’t work.
JoJo was always the diplomatic one. He was trying to prove shit to niggas that didn’t matter. That was one of the reasons why I couldn’t do the shit. Once I said what I said, that was it. I wasn’t worried about what those assholes thought of me. I sat with my cognac at my desk and went over the messages that were probably sitting on my desk for weeks. There was a reason why the top offices were empty. No one liked coming here, but JoJo. He said the peace and quiet that he needed to make the decisions he made was why he went to the office. That fool acted like he was about to launch missiles on Iraq or something. I shook my head as the elevator door beeped.
“Speaking of the devil,” I mumbled, knowing who it was. JoJo stood by the door and watched me. He stood there for a while until I got bored with him standing in my door.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked him.
“Nothing. I’m trying to figure out if you are ok. I mean, you in this bitch earlier than me. You are going over messages and drinking coffee. Uncle Jason must’ve whipped your ass to get you to come up here.” He clowned.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” I said and read over six messages from the same person. “I talked to my Dad, and he wants me to be more involved with the business,” I told him.
“Yeah, but that ain’t new. He has been telling you that. What made you want to get it together now?” He asked me. He sat his briefcase by the door and walked into my office. It wasn’t anything special about it because I was never here. I had this big ass oak desk with some badass chairs that they flew in from Italy. There was a television, refrigerator, and a big round ass table that meetings were held.
JoJo sat in front of my desk and picked up some of my slips. “I handled this already.” He said. I held up the one by a Ms. Beauty. JoJo took the slip and read out the message. “If you don’t mind, I would like to have lunch with you. My brother told me that you were the one that saved my life and I want to thank you in person.” JoJo looked at me for an explanation.
“I don’t know who that is. You know how many people lives we save within a week.” I answered his puzzled look.
“I know, but you must have made an impact on this victim. Call and meet up with her. It’s not all the time that you can be looked at as a hero instead of a killer.”
“I don’t have a problem with people seeing me as the killer. That way, they know not to fuck with me.” I answered. JoJo shakes his head and starts laughing.
“Poor girl,” he said and picked up more slips from my desk. We talked about the upcoming meeting with the bosses of the families in North Carolina and New York. The phone on my desk interrupted that by the secretary paging in.
“Mr. Davis you have a visitor that is coming up right now.” Mina rushed out and said. She sounded as if she was shaking with fear. JoJo noticed it and sat up in his seat.
“Who is it?” JoJo asked.
“Mr. Truth, sir,” Mina responded quickly.
“Send him up,” I told her. “Her ass probably was trying to hook up with Truth,” I said to JoJo.
“Yeah. And his ass threatens to break every bone in her body.” JoJo said and got up from his chair. I dropped the slips and followed him towards the elevator. The elevator doors opened, and there stood the friend that we all missed. Everything looked the same about him, except for the eyes.
They were darker.
Dark as hell.
I saw that he was on the verge of losing his sanity.
“What’s up?” he asked me as he stepped off the elevator. I was the first to reach my hand out to greet him.
“What’s up my nigga? How you been?” I asked him and pulled him in a brotherly hug. I stepped back and let JoJo greet him the same way.
“Nothing,” he said. Truth was always a man of few words. Even as a kid, he got his point across without a paragraph full of shit. And if you didn’t get it, you just didn’t get it. He wasn’t going to repeat himself again and again.
“It gotta be something fool. Your Pops thinks that you need to be here with us to be controlled. What the fuck happened out there?” JoJo asked. His gaze switched to JoJo. He measured him up. He wanted to make sure that he was asking the question because he cared and not for some personal gain. Once he figured that out, his posture relaxed, and he answered.
“My team died. I lived, and that was that.” After all those years apart, we knew what that meant. He wasn't going to say anything else about the situation.
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“Aight. I got a room for you in our apartment building. You can get unpacked after we show you around to all of the businesses. Dad wants to see you after that.” I told him. Truth nodded his head and followed us back to the office. JoJo went to his office to check his messages. Truth walked in and took a seat away from the window and door. Dad did that shit all the time. Mom used to correct him, but she faced the fact that, that was him. I watched as he calculated all the exits in the room, and the many of ways he could kill any intruder with the items on my desk.
Truth was a real killer. I thought that he would have been better as an Elite. But, fucking around with my clowning ass cousins, would have driven him insane. He didn’t need that shit right now. He needed to be around people that cared and knew him. The before and after him.
“How is your Mom, Man?” I asked him.
“She good,” Truth responded without looking at me.
“Have you seen her yet?”
“No.”
“Are you planning on seeing her?” I asked. Truth finally made eye contact with me and frowned.
“Stop with all the fucking questions, Mace. Put me on a job.” He finished. I nodded my head and picked up the slip from Bonita. I was going to contact her soon, to see what she wanted.
“Let’s go,” I told him and went to JoJo’s office. He was on the phone with somebody when I motioned to him that we were going downstairs. I got in the elevator with Truth and we traveled down in silence. I wasn’t going to beg a muthafucker to speak to me. We got to the front of the building, and Mina was doing some work. Real work. She picked her head up and dropped it back down asap.
“Good day , Mr. Davis. Mr. Daniels.” She told us without all that “fuck me now” noise. I nodded my head, while Truth stared at her with dead eyes. Mina’s eyes dropped and continued with her work. We walked out the door, and I couldn’t keep myself from laughing.
“What the hell did you do to that girl?” I had to ask him. Truth jumped in on the passenger side. He waited for me to get into the car to respond.
