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Because for the first time in a long time, I wanted tofeelsomething more than chasing the guns and the butter.I took another pull off the joint watching the smoke rise and vanish into the dark sky as I thought about El Blanca’s ass. “He might run everything else,” I muttered to myself, flicking ash off the balcony. “But he forgot who run this Miami shit.”
I was mid-pull on my joint again when the sliding glass door behind me slid open, followed by heavy footsteps and an irritated sigh. Tone stepped out on the balcony shirtless with his joggers hanging low and his big ass Cuban chain swinging. He had that“my girl done got on my damn nerves”face written all over him.
He ran a hand down his jawline and mumbled, “Man, I swear… this woman gon’ drive me to jump off this balcony.”
I smirked. “She bitchin’ huh?”
Tone flopped into the chair next to me with his phone in one hand. “She just mad I ain’t home again. Talkin’ bout how the baby kickin’ and I’m missin’ all the special moments. I told her, ‘Ma, the only thing kickin’ around here is bullets flyin’ and bodies droppin’.’” He looked over at me with a serious face. “She ain’t find that shit funny.”
I nodded my head slowly. “Nigga, you gon’ get stabbed in yo’ sleep.”
Tone shook his head, then cracked a small smile. “She know I love her crazy ass.”
We sat in silence for a lil bit, just listening to shit moving around us. Then he looked over at me. “So what’s up with you and Carmen? You tryna slide past the fact y’all was damn near makin’ soap operas earlier.” Tone asked. I cracked a half smile but didn’t say shit ‘cause it really wasn’t nothing to say at all. Tone caught that. “Ohhh, word? You on that type of time now?”
I finally answered, “I’m takin’ her to the Bahamas tomorrow.”
Tone sat up. “On the jet?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“That’s romantic as fuck for a kidnapper.” He grinned. “You know you ain’t right for snatchin’ her up like that, right?”
“She was actin’ out,” I said, flicking ash. “Sometimes you gotta pop out and remind niggas.”
Tone nodded, chuckling. “You toxic, bro.”
“And she love it.”
“She do,” he agreed. “Y’all gon’ laugh about all this shit one day. Probably with a baby crawlin’ around.” Tone leaned his elbows on his knees, glancing over. “You ever think you could be a one-woman man?”
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I took another pull and allowed the smoke to swirl around my thoughts. Then I exhaled slowly. “One day… I’ll find out.”
Tone looked at me like he saw something deeper behind my words, then he stood up, patting my shoulder. “Until then, King, enjoy yo’ last days in the streets... ‘cause once that girl really lock yo’ ass down, you gon’ be out the game.”
He walked back inside, leaving me alone on the balcony again. And for the first time… I didn’t know if I minded that idea although it wouldn’t be no time soon.
As the sun rose, I found myself pacing in front of my laptop as the steam from the coffee in the mug in my hand filled the air in front of me. The rich scent of hazelnut and espresso was the only thing keeping me grounded as my eyes skimmed the files for one of my high-profile clients, which was another arrogant dope-boy millionaire who thought money made him untouchable. Although my fingers hovered over the keyboard, my mind wasn’t really focused.
It drifted off to Dom, and to Dru as I side-eyed my phone on the desk debating on if I should check on Dru. All it took was one call but just as quick as the thought came, I shoved it back deep into the back of my mind because I was probably the last person he wanted to talk to anyway.
I sipped my coffee and minimized the legal documents so I could pull up the trail I left for the feds. I smiled when I saw that they were still spinning in circles. I had them tracking dummy shell companies in three different states. By the timethey realized the leads were dead, Royal Enterprises would have already flipped and cleaned whatever needed to be clean.Checkmate... again, I thought to myself.
Then, I felt his presence before I even heard a sound. Dom’s strong arms swept me from the leather desk chair like I weighed nothing at all causing me to gasp looking up into his chestnut eyes, the same ones that always saw too deep into me.
“All that work shit is dead,” he said, in a low and possessive tone as his lips brushed against my cheek. “Get dressed. You mine for the day.”
I frowned. “Where we going?”
He smirked like the damn devil himself. “Bahamas.”
I blinked. “Dom… you serious?”
“When did I ever not be?”
That was all he said before he set me down and smacking me gently on my ass. “Go put somethin’ sexy on, ‘wifey’.”
“Humph, I guess I can if you’re really acting like a ‘husband’,” I replied in a sarcastic tone before going to get myself together while also packing my bag.
