Page 60 of Disrespectfully, Relic

Relic tried leveling his breathing as he blinked and turned to Shabu at the sound of his voice. The fuzzy image in his driver’s seat that should’ve been his brother sent his hand diving into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“You know the code. Call Logan and tell her meet us at the penthouse.”

“That’s too far. We’re going to the hideout—”

“Fuck the hideout!” Relic barracked. “You think I’m going around a bunch of niggas I don’t trust. The same niggas that let four muthafuckas post up that close and didn’t even check that shit.”

“The same niggas you have watching your back whenever you move. They fuck up from time to time, but they’ve held you down.”

“Not anymore,” Relic grumbled, using his last bit of strength to backhand his brother’s chest. Shabu frowned.

“Fuck was that for?”

“Putting that shooter badge back on your chest, ti frè. You should’ve never taken it off, but you got a family, and I respected that. Now,thisfamily needs you. I need you, and P needs you. Retirement is over. If one is in, we’re all in.”

“Because if one wins, we all win,” Shabu finished in a whisper.

He scrubbed a hand down his face and then tousled his locks, knowing his home life was about to get hectic. Once Savvy found out, she’d revert to that worried girl who grew afraid anytime he left the house. Two kids added into the mix would only worsen her reaction because they didn’t have just them to think about anymore. Shabu pushed out a breath as he grabbed Relic’s phone from his lap to call Logan because, although he loved his wife, he couldn’t turn his back on his big brother. Relic had done too much for Shabu for him to ever switch up. More than anything, Shabu had learned that there was never really anoutwith his family; he was stuck in until every Blaise man called it quits, or he lost his life behind their shit.

It was forever in by love and out by blood with the fanmi.

“Get out.”

Relic gripped a handful of Logan’s bone straight hair and lifted her head from his lap. His mouth curled in detest at her brown cheeks holding a red undertone from overexertion, while her sultry eyes were full of tears because she’d gagged on his dick for the past ten minutes. The more she choked, the more he’d forced her to do it until his agitation wouldn’t allow him. He’d bet Kennedy could do it a million times better, and that thought popping in his head the entire time only pissed him the hell off more.

“No, baby. Let me finish. I can get you there,” she swore, cradling his dick in her hand like she’d run off with it if she could. “It’s just so big, but I’m fine.”

“If you can’t suck my dick how I like after this long, you’re wasting my time. Get up and go.”

“But Relic—”

“Get the fuck out of my place before I drag you out, Logan. That’s the first and last warning I’m giving.”

Logan winced from the harshness of his words like he’d struck her. She wiped her mouth and then stood from between his gaped legs with a pout he couldn’t care less about. A tiny part of her wished that Relic had actually struck her because at least he’d coddle her with gifts or sweet nothings afterward to weasel his way back in her good graces. As of late, he only dished out hurtful dismissals that left her worried about her position. Logan was happier than a kid in a candy store when she’d gotten the call from his brother to meet them at the penthouse, but Relic had kicked her out the minute she finished removing the bullet and patching up his wound.

He’d summoned her four times in the past two weeks for sex but then had either stopped her midway or let her finish while he zoned out like she was the worst fuck of his life. Logan was used to him not nutting, but his disinterest with getting her off was new, and she didn’t like it. She’d seen firsthand how fast Relic dropped bitches once he grew bored with their presence.

“I didn’t change your dressing yet.” She fished for a final reason to stay while scooping up her purse from his sage modular sectional. The vacant stare he gave when she peered in his direction told her, he wasn’t biting.

Relic stuffed his dick into his boxers and stood, heading for his door while Logan dragged her heel-clad feet behind him. Had she not been so damn useless, he would’ve allowed her to stay since he needed an interruption from drowning in his thoughts. He needed to get his mind off his biggest fucking distraction that he hadn’t spoken to since the night of the shooting because he couldn’t promise he’d have control over his temper once he saw her. Relic yearned to wipe Kennedy clean from his mental, but she only burrowed deeper each time he tried. Empty headed bitches like Logan reminded him of why Kennedy had piqued his interest to begin with.

“...have something for you soon.”

Relic opened his door to urge Logan out as he caught the tail end of her talking. “What?” he inquired.

“Am I that uninteresting to you that you aren’t even paying attention to a word I say, Relic?”

“Yes, and this door is about to shut in five seconds if what you were saying holds no importance.”

“Tolliver mentioned that he should have some information soon—”

He slammed the door in her face. If her nigga didn’t have said intel on hand, it didn’t matter because soon didn’t count for shit in his book. Relic would give Tolliver a couple more weeks at the most before he replaced the captain with a better source.

His hand went to his temple, massaging there to reduce his brewing headache as he ambled toward his fireplace. Relic grabbed the remote off the mantel and then stood in front of his floor to ceiling windows, looking out over the expansive view. From the second he saw it; he knew the spot was for him because the view depicted the image in his head that’d been there since he could remember. Relic was always in the center of it all, surrounded by prying eyes yet so distant at the same time. Even when he was in the thick of it, he wasn’t. For most of his life since a teen, the world was like an outer body experience as he floated above it, looking at the chaos from an aerial view that only he was privy to. Relic hadn’t run across someone who could keep his feet planted on solid ground until that little fucking distraction materialized from thin air.

Kennedy crossing his mind for the umpteenth time sent a harsh breath expelling from him as he mashed the control button on his remote, lowering the motorized blinds before setting it back on the mantel. He wished it was that easy to shut down his brain. Relic trekked to his master suite and bypassed the outfit he’d laid on his bed, heading to his private bathroom to clean his dick so that he could start his day. After being couped up in his penthouse for two weeks, he was ready to recommence his regular routine.

He turned on the shower water and then went to the mirror, peeling the gauze and tape from his gunshot wound while inspecting his minor injuries. The laceration on his forehead that Logan had closed with medical tape had regained its color but left a scar while the torn skin on his neck wasn’t as visible. Relic’s left eye twitched before he shoved down his boxers and stepped into the shower while anticipating the day he’d catch Slim lacking and put the muthafucka on ice. That day was closer than the nigga knew.

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