Page 56 of Rhet

“Not a prop, but I get why you would be mad.” I’m mad at my damn self at this moment.

“Do you though?” she places her hand on her hip.

“Yeah, I do.”

She chuckles. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve had better.”

I say nothing after that. Had better? Who the hell has she been kissing?

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel “Tell Jessica she is staying the night and bring her red teddy.”

“Sure.” She continues to scribble on her iPad.

“Be on the lookout for a package for me. If the guards have it, bring it into the house when you receive it.”

“Sure.”

That’s all we say to each other for the rest of the day. Through board meetings and working together, we didn’t utter a word until the end of the day.

ZEETA

I go to my mother’s home to check on my mom and give Ms. Helen her check.

“Chile, you came right on time. Your brother had a guest, an old white man came to visit him.” Ms. Helen wipes her hands on the kitchen towel as she tells me the story.

“He spoke to your mom for a bit and then went to see Dante. He left right before you got home.”

I know it was Mr. C, but why did he come to see Dante? I leave Ms. Helen and dash upstairs, opening Dante’s room.

I guess Ms. Helen forgot about the sixty-inch Samsung TV. Dante gaming experience has gone up a whole notch. He doesn’t have the money for this shit.

I close the door behind me. “What did you do?”

“Why do you think I did something?” He adjusted his new gaming headset.

I reach and grab the headset off his head. “What did you do?”

I can feel myself trembling inside, my rage is building.

“I did what you should have been doing all along.” He shrugs.

“What’s that?” I felt sick to my stomach. Dante did something wrong and it’s going to backfire on me.

“I did research and acted on it. Now give me back my headset.” He stretches his palm out.

“Who did you call?”

He says nothing. I look around the room for his phone. It sits right on the desk. I reached over and swiped it.

“Give me that.” Dante tries to get his cell back.

I unlock it and go through his recent calls. I see two untitled numbers.

I block the caller ID and call the first one. I get nothing. I dial the next number and it rings. “Mackey.”

I hang up the phone.

“Mackey came here to see you and we talked,” Dante shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal.

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