Page 60 of Strangers No More
I arched an eyebrow and pulled out my phone. The massage parlor sounded like the one I used to own, but I wanted to be sure.
“I am going to have Ayzo look into that. If you are lying, yeobo, then you and your friend are dead.”
Addison rolled her eyes. “And when you find out I was telling you the truth, then you owe me!”
I smiled down at her as I texted Ayzo and waited for him to respond. Addison and I continued to stare at one another and I had to admit, I liked her boldness. She wasn’t crying or pleading for me to not kill them. I learned to realize a lot of guilty people did that, but not her. Was she telling me the truth?
My phone began to ring, breaking my eye contact. Ayzo was calling me on FaceTime. With a confused expression, I answered the phone.
“Why didn’t you just text back?” I asked.
“Fuck all that! You are not going to believe what I just found.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I held my breath. I prayed that Ayzo wasn’t confirming my suspicions.”
“I can’t believe that son of a bitch!” Denice yelled in the background.
My eyebrows scrunched together. “What is going on?”
“Mr. L is Luther Jones. Denice and I grew up with him in Chicago. He used to hang out with T and his people. When Cindy and Sandy got fired from your establishment, they must’ve went to Luther who was in the beginning stages of the Cobras.”
I looked down at Addison who was still staring at me. “Tell me again how you got involved with Mr. L.”
She rolled her eyes and dropped her head back. “I told you all of this already!”
“Amuse me.”
She lifted her head and sighed. “Where do you want me to start? From the day that we met?”
I shook my head. “From the beginning.”
“A few months back, I was sitting on a bench outside on campus crying because I didn’t have the funds to pay for my nana’s bills when this woman approached me and told me about Mr. L.”
“Wait,” I said, arching a brow. “What woman?”
Addison stared at me in confusion. “I don’t think that matters. I mean, I’m pretty sure she worked for-”
“Yeobo, please. What woman?”
“Her name was Olivia, but I don’t know her last name.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Ayzo said on the other line.
“Turn the camera around so I can ask her something,” Denice ordered.
I did as she asked and saw Addison’s eye widening as she stared into the camera.
“Ayzo?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Addison but Ayzo is my cousin.” I said nonchalantly.
“We’ll talk about that later,” Denice said. “Addison, this Olivia, was she a Latina woman with curves for days and a fucked up attitude?”
A look of shock flashed across Ayzo’s and Addison’s face. Ayzo opened his mouth, but Addison had beat him to it.
“H-how did you know?”
“Olivia is my foster sister.”
