Page 48 of Still Forever
Giving him Zo’s information, I rose from my position and tucked my gun back into my waistband. “Since I’m feeling generous today, I’ll let you think about it.” I gave him a smirk before I continued. I glanced at my watch.
“You have 5 hours to agree to my terms, find him an out, and get him released. If you choose to drag your feet, I have no choice but to believe that you don’t want to protect yourotherassets.”
I set down pictures of his wife at the gym, his children, and their private schools. His eyes widened as he quickly picked up the photos, and I smiled.
“Or this one, I can’t forget little Mikey. Mrs. Carroll know you have a two-year-old from the principal of your kids’ school? A cold world.” I shook my head as I set the last photo down and turned. He scooped it up like it would burn a hole through the table.
I exited the office as if nothing had ever happened in those chambers; his guards nodded as I walked out. I stepped onto the elevator and took it down to the main floor.
“Have a great day, Mr. Jennings,” The receptionist said as I continued to walk toward the glass doors and out of the building. When I made it to my truck, I took the gun off my hip and put it into the center console. I didn’t even need to use it. After I had exposed all his dirt and offered him cash, I could see the look on his face that he was going to take the bait. He just knew that he had to act like he was hesitating.
I took out the phone to call Trouble.
“What’s up?” He said as he answered the phone.
“I just left the office with Carroll. Zo should be out tonight, and immunity secured,” I chuckled.
Once I hung up with Trouble, I was about to call KD and let her know that I was headed to the jet to go to Bolivia with Judah. But she sent me a message at the same time.
I opened it. It was a video of her on the bed in lingerie, legs wide, and moaning.
Wife: Two weeks of you being gone. Think of me…. hands optional but encouraged.
I chuckled and called her back. KD was everything I needed in this life. The wins, losses, moments we drifted apart, but found our way back. It all led to this. She was mine. Still. Forever.
Rocks cracked underneath the tires as we went down the dirt road to Santos’ house. He had been our plug for the last eight years, and we had been to his home more times than I could count. He looked forward to our visits now and would call and curse in Spanish if we ever went to the coca farm and left without visiting him first. Half the time, we didn’t talk about business; he just wanted our company. He made sure his housekeeper made Saltenas for us to eat every time we came.
I sat in the back seat of the truck, eyes glued to the screen of my phone, texting KD. Judah sat beside me quietly, which wasn’t like him.
“You know what, G?” He asked no sooner than I had the thought. Like he could sense he was giving me too much damn peace.
“What’s up?” I took my eyes from the screen and gave him my attention.
He had never given me his; his eyes stayed locked on something out the window.
“You don’t think it’s fucked up that Santos got this big ass house at the end of the block? These muhfuckas look like they were all handmade, no blueprint, no foundation, just rocks and vibes.” He said, still never turning.
I chuckled. “Nigga, you high?”
“As fuck…” He admitted.
Looking up from the phone gave me the chance to look at my surroundings. The sky had darkened since we left the farm an hour ago. We had to make the visit to Santos as quick as possible. The weather in Bolivia wasn’t shit to play with.
Me: How’s it going at the clinic today?
Wife: A baby told me today that he screams into the toilet and flushes it. I have to try that shit.
I chuckled at her and responded to her message before I looked back out the window. It seemed like the deeper we got down the road, the darker it got. Eventually, by the time we arrived at Santos’ home, the sky looked like it was 7 p.m., but it was just after noon.
When the truck stopped at his estate, we both got out and walked up to the door. I rang the bell, and a woman came into view through the glass. I didn’t recognize this one. Santos rotated them out, and it seemed like as soon as they stopped looking good naked, they had to go.
She swung open the door, ¿Es usted Jennings? Santos lo está esperando.(Are you Jennings? Santos is waiting for you.)
“Si,” Judah said, looking at the woman like he knew what she said. I chuckled, nigga was high as a kite and being his usual self.
"Entra, si ves algo que quieras, avísame. Incluso a mí."(Come in, if you see anything you want, let me know. Even me.)She winked as she stepped to the side and rubbed her hands down her body.
“The fuck she said?” Judah leaned over and whispered to me.
