Page 35 of Inadmissible
“If you come with me,” I countered.
“I’m not leaving until he does. Actually, I’m not leaving until I beat his ass. That seems like the only way he leaves people the fuck alone, and I’m sick of his annoying ass.”
The sound of heels rapidly clacking gained our attention. Serenity made her way over, and I saw Kaos shrink. It was thecutest thing I’d ever seen. Truly a sight of a beauty taming her beast.
“Princess,” Kaos started, but Serenity shook her head and wrapped her hand around the gun.
“I don’t want to hear it. Give it to me, baby.”
Grumbling under his breath, Kaos release the gun. He sucked his teeth and mugged Destin.
“You lucky my wife here, otherwise I’d put a?—”
“Go to your office, Montgomery,” she demanded, shoving his back gently. “Zander, let’s go.”
“Mane.” Zander pouted and sucked his teeth, and I had to cover my mouth so he wouldn’t see me laugh. “I ain’t even your husband. You shouldn’t be able to tell me what to do.”
“Yeah, yeah, just come on,” she replied, wrapping her arm around his and tugging him along gently.
I felt like I could better handle the situation with just my man and Carson.
“If you would like to have a civilized conversation with Carson, I can lead you to the conference room,” I said, “otherwise, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If you don’t, I will call the police and let them know you are trespassing.”
Destin stared at me for a while before scoffing, shaking his head, and walking away. He stopped and turned, then made his way back over to us. Swiftly, Tristan pulled me behind him.
“You took my wife, and now you’re taking my friend,” Destin said, eyes locked with Tristan.
“I didn’t take your wife. That’s Trenae, remember?” His hand wrapped around my arm, and he pulled me in front of him. “This one right here . . . she’s mine. She ain’t ever really belonged to you. You were a lesson she needed to learn to appreciate me. Daddy got her now, and I don’t mind doing whatever it takes to protect my people from you. You ain’t shit, and you ain’t evergon’ be shit, nigga. You can’t make this man deal with you just so you can feel better about yourself.
“He was nice because he saw potential in you as a man, but I’vealwaysseen right through you. He won’t be the iron that sharpens you because you’re not iron. You’re the cheapest form of plastic, and I have no problem lighting your ass up and making you burn.” Tristan closed the space between them and stepped so close they would have been nose to nose if Destin wasn’t shorter than him. “Now get the fuck out of my firm and don’t come back. If you do, even God won’t be able to save you.”
Destin’s nostrils flared as he looked from Tristan to me. He took three steps back before turning and leaving. As he walked away, all I could do was pray he stayed away, because if this pack of men didn’t put fear in him, he was a bigger fool than I realized. I truly feared he’d end up missing if he came around again, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if that happened. Regardless of how much I hated what he did to me, I didn’t want him severely hurt or killed, but from the way Tristan and the rest of the men spoke, there was no doubt in my mind that would be the next step.
As soon as I entered the bar, their hushed conversation ceased. I knew they were up to no good when Tristan told me he was having drinks with the guys at the hotel bar after work. The fact that my brother was included in that number told me all I needed to know. Sitting on Tristan’s lap, I looked at all of them before I spoke.
“I’m only going to say this once. If you all are planning to do something to Destin now to avoid him popping up again, don’t.”
“Baby sis,” Tyler said, but I cut him off.
“No. I appreciate and care about all of you. I don’t want that man’s blood on my hands. I feel like it’s my fault that he’s here causing you all stress. If something happens to him, that will eat at me for the rest of my life. Please, at least give him a chance to prove he’s smart enough to stay away. If he comes back around, whatever any of you do defensively, I won’t worry over, but if any of you go on the offense and do something to him now . . . just please don’t.”
“Why do you care about him?” Tristan asked with confusion covering his face. “He don’t give a fuck about you. He proved that with how he treated you.”
“Regardless of what he did to me, I won’t allow that to change my character. It changed my desire for love, and it took me all this time to get it back. Yes, what he did hurt me, but life will hand him his own karma. None of you have to. Please don’t do anything to him.”
“Soft hearted ass,” Tyler grumbled, making me smile. “You’on never let a nigga have fun.”
“There are nonviolent ways to have fun with your new friends. Promise me, big brother.”
His head tilted back as he sighed. “I promise I won’t hurt him unless he comes back around you or Carson.”
“The rest of you promise too.”
While Zander and Carson promised simultaneously, Kaos and Tristan remained silent as they stared at me. A bark of laughter escaped me.
“Kaos, don’t make me call Serenity.”
“I promise,” he muttered quickly, making us all laugh.
