Page 6 of The Millionaire Mortician
I sat at the foot of the bed and started thinking about my parents and family back home in Trinidad. The interview not only pulled memories to the forefront but also emotions. The wild part about it was that their death anniversary was approaching.
“Bae,” Daija called out to me from inside the bathroom.
I shook off my thoughts for the moment and made my way to her. The tub was filled with bubbles, candles were lit, and the TV on the wall was tuned to my favorite old-school R&B playlist.
Smirking, I pulled her in for a hug and pecked her lips. “Thank you, beautiful.”
“You’re welcome, my love.” She smiled sweetly.
As I got in the tub, Daija closed the door behind her, leaving me to have some peace.
Stirring in my sleep,I felt a soft hand rubbing my head. I cracked my eyes open and saw Daija caressing my head while watching something on TV with the volume at a whisper. Apparently, I fell out after I got out of the tub and ate some food. The nap was well needed.
When I checked my phone, the time was 7:30 p.m. I instantly thought of going back to sleep, since I had nothing to do and the night was near. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, my phone rang. Looking at the screen, I saw it was Mav calling. I felt Daija’s eyes burning a hole through the side of my head as I swiped to answer.
“Yo, bro,” I picked up.
“I’m outside,” he informed me.
So long for fuckin’ sleep, I thought as I sat up and stretched.
“Where you goin’?” Daija questioned with an irritated facial expression.
“My brother’s here. I’ll be right back,” I told her.
She sucked her teeth and laid back in the bed. I felt her attitude from across the bedroom, which was huge.
I threw on a t-shirt and basketball shorts, then made my way downstairs. By the time I reached and opened the front door, Maverick, along with his right hand, Dodge, and my right hand, Tave, were walking up the steps.
What the fuck is going on?
Each one dapped me up, then made their way further into the house.
“Daija here?” Mav inquired while looking up the stairs.
“Yeah, why?”
“Let’s go to your office,” he suggested, so that’s what we did.
Everyone got comfortable while Mav stayed standing as he paced the floor.
“So, what’s really good?” I asked.
The fact that our immediate circle was sitting in one room and they showed up unannounced meant something was up.
“Dave’s gotta get handled, and now,” Maverick blurted out.
“You got me outta my fuckin’ bed for the obvious?” I snapped.
“Fuck you mean, nigga? Duhhh. That shit’s got me uneasy,” Mav admitted.
“Nah, on some real shit, we gotta get on it,” Tave chimed in.
I looked over at Dodge, who gave a confident nod in agreement.
Sighing out loud, I started pacing the office floor opposite Maverick as an idea suddenly hit me. “The recent shipment isn’t all unloaded. I can go in tonight, pull the drugs from one of the bodies, and have Dave come pick it up. We can make the nigga feel we’re giving him more access after what he did.” I shrugged, waiting for their feedback.
Mav stopped in his tracks. “That’s not a bad idea. Let the nigga get comfortable so he doesn’t think we’re on to him,” Mav agreed.
