Page 8 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
I peeredfrom the large window in Tread’s and my office. My eyes scanned the partygoers. They danced, drank, and threw money at the strippers that performed.
We had quite a few stages on the main level to keep money flowing in. The deejay booth and bar was on that level as well. The second level held the rooms for the private dances. Lastly, the third level was where our office sat and our in-house restaurant was located.
The club was Tread’s, but I helped manage it along with his manager, Deshon. Didn’t shit shake without my approval. My eyes continued to scan the crowd.
It had been years since my mama passed and we took over Big Tex’s empire. A lot of people speculated we had somethingto do with it, but nobody had the heart to step to us. Plus, authorities had no evidence, so they didn’t have a case.
Tread was the brains behind this shit. He had an eye for business and numbers. It was my idea to put an end to the drug shit though. I hated sellin’ that shit to our people.
That never sat well with me. I was cool with distributing weapons and other black-market shit. That was what Tread and I did together. Aside from our illegal shit, I had my own businesses going on.
I accomplished creating my own import and export business along with a small moving company. I owned four moving trucks with a small group of employees I looked out for. However, there was a dark side to me. I could only be good for so long before the darkness in me wanted to come out and play.
When I killed Tyriq and his people, something unlocked in me. I didn’t mind killing. The act of killing was like second nature to me. It proved to be a very lucrative side hustle as well.
I never flinched, blinked, or had remorse for the niggas I killed. They were all bad people anyways. When Tread wanted someone handled, I handled it. I always knew the reason why.
Every time a person put our empire in jeopardy or tried to, I dealt with them. The amount of snitches I’d killed was crazy. The authorities worked relentlessly to infiltrate our shit, but it didn’t work. Every time they sent one of their snitches or undercovers in, I sent them a message.
I was very thorough and sharp at my job. I chuckled internally. I was so cold at the shit that the authorities couldn’t link shit back to us. I trained myself to think like the law. They weren’t as bright as they liked to think. That’s why it was so easy to imitate them.
The loud roars from our patrons pulled me from my thoughts. My eyes shifted to Apple Bottom on the stage. She had the crowd going crazy from her routine.
That was what I liked to see. Money flitted from the air, and from the looks of things, it would be another successful night. All the beautiful women here tonight made me think about my butterfly.
Twenty-four hours had passed, and I still hadn’t heard from Hevyn. She thought shit was sweet, but I had a plan for her. Before I entered her family’s shop, I placed a tracker under her car next to her right wheel. Like I told her, I always got what I wanted. I turned from the window and looked at Tread.
He looked up from his meal. “What’s on your mind, bro?”
“Hevyn,” I replied.
Tread chuckled and wiped his mouth. “How can I be of assistance?”
“For now, I got it handled. I’m about to head out. You straight?”
“I’m good. Good luck, my boy,” he expressed with humor in his voice.
I smirked. “You know I got this shit in the bag. Later, my nigga.”
I grabbed my shit and took our private elevator to the parking lot. There was only one place on my mind before I went to my butterfly. I climbed into my SUV then sped out of the parking lot. When I pulled into his driveway, Vo stood in the doorway totin’ his cigar.
I’d already gave him the heads up I’d stop by. I climbed out my ride and walked up his front steps to greet him. Vo had a bad ass family home. We gave each other a tight bro hug.
“What’s up, bro?” I queried.
“I’m coolin’. Other than my family, you the only person I’d let pop up at my house at two in the morning. You must have some heavy shit going,” Vo expressed, locking the door behind me.
“I do, man. I know you’ll understand.”
“I’m all ears.” Vo guided me into the dining room where his bar was. “Speak yo’ mind, Peel.”
Vo put out his cigar and poured both of us a shot. He slid me glass.
“Thanks, bro. You know when I get some in my head, I gotta act or I won’t be able to rest. I want your blessing to pursue a relationship with Hevyn. It’s too late to approach yo’ pops. As the older cousin, you’re next in line to give me the permission I need,” I stated and tossed back my shot.
Vo tossed back his shot. He leaned over the bar and stared at me.
“Hevyn, huh?”
