Page 54 of The Nanny and the Don
Fifteen
Steel
“Where is the girl, bro?”
“She’s asleep. What the hell does that have to do with anything?” I questioned.
For the past hour, Four and I had been going over the next phase in our mission to find Brendan. He’d eluded my people in Italy, and now he was in the wind. But I finally had a clue about where he was. Our sources showed that he was back stateside. Four had been insisting for the past two days that we pull up to the location where he’d been tracked to. I didn’t want to risk flying across the country and leaving Devlan and the kids behind for a blank trip.
“You’re too wrapped up in this chick, man. You’re losing sight of what’s important,” Four cautioned me.
“I’m not fueling up my jet to fly to Utah on a humbug. It has nothing to do with the girl. The men I put you in charge of are supposed to deliver him to me.”
“What about the girl?” he asked.
“What about her? Why the fuck you keep asking me that?” I snapped.
“I need to know that you have a plan, my guy. When you get to him what are you going to do with her? Are you going to kill her too?” he questioned.
“That’s not up for discussion right now.”
“She’s getting in your head, bro. How do you know that she wasn’t in on that shit?”
“I don’t know.”
It pissed me off that my oldest friend felt like I wasn’t thinking straight. I couldn’t tell him that my heart was telling me that my princess wasn’t in on it. We both knew my heart had a history of misleading me.
“Initially, I was hoping that Brendan would try to come back for her, but he never did. Fuck ass nigga ruined twelve years of friendship over a fucking bet to get her and didn’t even care enough to try to protect her from the fallout of his bullshit. He just left her in his house.”
“You shouldn’t have made the fucking bet, my guy. You know that nigga needs to be in gamblers anonymous.”
“Fuck the bet. I want his fucking head. If I have to keep waiting around on y’all to produce him, bodies are going to start dropping. I’m going to start thinking niggas are playing with me. If they’re in on the shit with him, they can get it too. I’m starting with the man in line behind you and working my way down because right now you’re the only fucking person I can trust.”
“I hear you. Give me a couple more days to put the press on these niggas. I got my ear to the streets since you’re hidden up here in the side of a mountain and shit.”
“Hm, I’m not hiding, but I’m never going to put myself in a position where I can’t rest my head at night without worrying about if a nigga gon’ try to creep. You know how many niggas want to earn their stripes off my head. I’m not making that shit easy for them. I’m retired, but I’m not stupid.”
“I feel you,” he said.
“I’m going to see what’s going on with Angela in the morning. I haven’t told the kids that I was going to see her. The kids have been asking about her again. I found a lawyer out there that’s a beast. I’m bringing her home.”
“You ready for that?”
“Even if she doesn’t come here, the kids need her. I want her to move into the house up the road. The tenants moved out a couple of weeks ago. It’s ready for her.”
“I’m praying for you. I know you miss her.”
“Thank you, bro,” I said, opening the top drawer on my desk and putting the files Four brought me inside. I put my hand on the small black box in the drawer, knowing that if I told him what was inside, he would finish having me committed. I knew what I was doing. My mind had never been so clear.
“All right, man. I’m out.”
I closed the drawer and stood to follow Four out of the office. After letting him out and making sure my guys were on post outside, I headed to bed. It was almost one in the morning, and I was ready to get back to my girl.
Kicking off my slippers, I tore my shirt over my head and tossed it over a chair as I made a beeline for the bed. Slipping into bed behind Devlan after a long day was probably the best feeling in the world next to sliding between her thighs. Kissing the back of her head, I got comfortable in my rightful place. With my baby in my arms, I was down for the count.
It was just after ten in the morning when my flight touched down in Alabama. Angela’s lawyer was supposed to meet me outside the jail before I went to visitation. He felt like there was a good chance of him getting her charges dropped so I was waiting tosee what he had to say. I saw him standing out front as the driver pulled up to the front of the building. I climbed out and walked over to introduce myself to him.
“Steel Gray,” I said, extending my hand for him to shake.
