Page 6 of Treason's Temptation
“If it checks out, I’ve got you, but I swear if you’re bullshitting, all four of y’all asses will be in Burberry shirts,” I threatened.
Lately, June was shooting bricks.
“I’m good for it, damn. Don’t get your suit in a bunch, baby.”
“Have you heard anything about a chop shop on Wexler?”
June scrubbed his beard while trying to recall, “Nah. Don’t think so. Wassup?”
“Miss Dot asked me to look into it.”
“Her old ass doesn’t have shit else to do. Fuck is she worried about it for?”
“Don’t know, but it’s your problem now. Get on it.”
“Nigga she toldyou.”
“Now I’m telling you. I have shit to do like finding someone to delete that side baby.”
He kissed his teeth then agreed, “I’ll ask around and see what I can find.”
“Send it to Ward. I’ll be in touch.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, Tre,” June smiled widely, feeling confident in the information he provided.
We dapped up, and I grabbed a to-go order of Egg Foo Yung before heading home. The last eight days were busy as fuck. My fridge was bare, and I damn sure wasn’t coming back out later.
“If K-Low shuts down the pipeline, the other corners might follow. I didn’t come this far to let him derail me or the city.”
“What’s the move?” Ward asked, knowing my brain was in overdrive. We’d been homies since bruised knees and freeze cups.
“A wolf is just a dog with no pack. Check in and see where nigga’s heads at so it stays that way.”
“I’m on it.”
I already had one notch on my belt being single. If June’s information checked out, and Coco’s boss was meeting with who I thought he was, this was just the leverage I needed to get the building for my STEM lab.
Thandie: Come over tonight.
Me: I’ll let you know
Thandie: Okay.
Ward dropped me off, and I took the elevator upstairs, eager to eat. We had decent Chinese spots near here, but nothing trumped home. It was so good that I stood at the counter with my tie loose around my neck, devouring my food. I stashed the rest when I got full and hopped in the shower. Throwing on a sweatsuit, I grabbed my keys and walked to my Porsche. Inside, I turned on the Clipse album and cruised to Thandie’s house.
Seconds after I rang the bell, she opened the door. Pulling me in for a quick hug, she pranced back to her laptop on the sofa.
“What you tappin’ away at now?” I asked, arms crossed, watching her work.
She didn’t look up. “You know I can’t tell you that. Only my man gets the inside track.”
“Damn, it’s like that now?”
“It’s how you made it. You don’t want my help,” Thandie groaned, rolling her eyes, “butifyou did, consider how you present yourself at the gala,” she paused, scanning what she typed. “and you could soften the drug legalization messaging. Maybe frame it as a public health initiative. People respond better that way.”
“There you go using that mouth for all the wrong shit,” I teased, letting my voice drop a little.
Thandie’s cheeks flushed, snapping the laptop shut. “And what’s that?”
