Page 140 of Volatile Obsessions

? Partners in Crime - Set It Off feat. Ash Costello ?

In the weeks leading up to the new year, Lux and I spent a lot of time talking about what the future could look like for us; business goals, wanderlust, moving in together. It might’ve seemed like a quick affair to some—some being Lux’s friends—but everything with us had been a whirlwind from the start.

Could they really expect anything else moving forward?

Personally, I didn’t give a flying fuck what anyone thought, especially those bitter, close-minded folk who weren’t thrilled with the announcement that a new silent partner—aka yours truly—would be taking over reign of territories and all things related to distribution. We used a factious name for the sole purpose of keeping my identity, and our budding relationship, hidden.

Lux wasn’t pleased with their resistance, but I urged her to brush it off. The way I saw it was, she didn’t owe them an explanation. If they valued their jobs, they’d shut their mouth and get to work. Otherwise, the door was there and they were free to walk.

Besides, my Queen had bigger fish to fry, namely focusing on her cosmetic line.

With Black Widow doing so well on Sephora’s shelves, it was paramount now more than ever that she expand into other retailers. That was the main goal here, where her focus needed to be, and where it needed to stay.

But during the transition from drug lord to solely entrepreneur, there was an important meeting she couldn’t sit out due to what all it entailed. It’d been planned for quite some time now, regarding large quantities of high quality bud from Cali. The shipment couldn’t be shipped, and with Lux not an easily trusting individual, she was not okay with just anyone driving across the country to secure it and deliver it.

Roscoe, evidently, knew someone willing to drive to and from for the right price, though, which is who she was interviewing when I stealthily arrived at Black Widow late one evening.

Slipping inside her office, I shut the door behind myself quietly and took a seat off to side to avoid a disruption. The man took notice of my presence immediately, blanching when I tipped my head in silent greeting.

“My driving record, seriously?” he turned back to ask Lux, determined to sound confident.

She was not amused by him. At all.

Holding his stare, she leaned back into her seat and crossed one leg over the other, the tip of her pen bouncing impatiently on the glass surface of her desk.

“Yes, Mr. Fernandez, I’m serious, and if you need the cash as badly as you claim, you’ll shut your trap and provide the paperwork needed without further exclamation. This isn’t some easy as shit free-ride job. You’ve gotta drive the best you’ve ever driven in your entire life or highway patrol will be all over your ass. I don’t particularly think you’re wanting prison time, am I correct?”

Fuck me.

Instant hard-on.

I loved watching my Queen lay down the law on these fools. It was sexy as fuck.

The bloke had nothing to say except shake his head by way of response. Glancing nervously between her and I, he swallowed deeply. “Okay, fine, I’ll have it to you by tomorrow afternoon. I have one more question, though.”

Lux sighed frustratedly and motioned for him to continue.

“Why do I have to drive both ways?”

Could he be more stupid?

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought so. The unimpressed look on Lux’s face said it all. I had to stifle a laugh as she glared a hole through his head, probably cursing Roscoe to hell and back for his so-called recommendation.

“You see that man over there?” she went on to question him, a black polished finger pointing to where I sat.

At his nod, she went on.

“Our product is what you’re picking up. It’s a mass amount that cannot be shipped. That is why you have to drive both ways.”

You’d think the motherfucker would’ve take the hint and quit while he was ahead.

But he didn’t.

Wait for it…

“Is this a joke?” He laughed nervously. “Everyone on the streets knows you two are sworn enemies.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, street rat, and it’s something that stays between us, but Mr. King and I recently decided to align forces. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

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