Page 32 of A Kingpin's Weakness
Ronnie’s jaw was tight. “Yeah. Glad Noah’s finally up. Tell him I’ll catch up later.”
He left. But not before making sure we felt the heat coming off his skin. He was pissed.
Seth looked down at me. “I was supposed to be your first call.”
“Ronnie was already there when I got back.”
“So, Noah’s up?”
“He woke up a few hours ago. Getting some rest now.”
He raised a brow. “So, what was that about?”
“What?” I asked, playing dumb.
“That conversation with Ronnie.”
“You don’t wanna know,” I said with a laugh that barely sounded like me.
“I do. What was the nigga talking about?”
Before I could answer, RJ showed up like God heard my prayers.
“Hey, I was looking for you,” he said.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I was about to leave. Wanted to know if you were coming.”
“Nah, I’ll take her home,” Seth offered.
“Actually,” I cut in, “I needed to talk to RJ about something. Thanks for the food and flowers. I’ll call you later.”
Seth didn’t hide his disappointment. “Yeah. Do that.”
RJ and I made it to the elevator. I grabbed his arm and leaned in.
“RJ, I don’t know if this shit is funny or if I need to be scared.”
He gave me a side glance. “Oh, Seth? That nigga feelin’ you. You feelin’ him?”
“Not with Seth.”
“Then what?”
We climbed in the car and hit the highway. I finally let the words go.
“Ronnie asked to talk. Said he had a way to clear Noah’s debt with him, and the men Noah was supposed to deliver the drugs to.”
“And?”
“He wants me,” I said quietly.
RJ frowned. “What you mean he wants you?”
“He wants me to marry him. Give him a child. He’ll clear Noah’s debt, make him his right hand, build an empire.”
RJ let out a low whistle. “Nigga must be hittin’ that same shit as Jo“Must’ve,” I said, leaning back as the city blurred past, letting the silence do the talking—because some things only a friend could understand without a damn word.
