“No. How is she?”
“Managing. I spoke to her last night.”
Rayven nodded, my response igniting her appetite.
“I want pancakes.”
“Order it,” I replied, digging in my wallet and tossing her my card.
She held the weight in her hand, “Heavy. I like it.”
“I have some business to handle, but I need you here until I get back.”
“When will you be back?”
“I don’t know, but hit me if you need me. Not Sloane, because if something happens to you, I’m a dead man. Do you want your brother dead?”
Rayven shook her head, wearing a childlike smile.
“Well, isn’t this déjà vu?” Rylo stepped off the elevator, waving. “Hey, boo! You look just like Navie.”
“Thanks,” Rayven replied, slowly.
“This is Rylo. He’s gonna keep you company.”
“For a fee. Where’s my money?”
“Nigga you don’t get the check before the job is done.”
“A deposit is required for my time,” Rylo insisted, holding his hand out.
Shaking my head, I picked up my wallet and grabbed the spare bills left.
“You let something happen to her and I’m fuckin’ you up,” I warned.
“Did I let anything happen to Navie?” Rylo asked, angling his neck to the side, “How’s my girl?”
“Trying to make today better and bring her home.”
“Then why are you standing here looking at us?” Rylo shooed with his hands. “And when my girl comes home, we’re celebrating. First day out will be litty!”
“I’m down!” Rayven chimed in.
“Keep your ass here or you won’t be going anywhere.”
Rayven frowned, “Brothers are bossy.”
“Girl, they wanna run shit so bad,” Rylo sighed, “What you in here doing?”
I left the two of them to get acquainted while I got ready for the day. Sleep evaded me again last night, but when my burner vibrated, I got a second wind.
Unknown: It’s done.
Winston wanted to play fast and loose with Blue, soon enough he’d know what it felt like. I got dressed and gave Rylo another warning before climbing into the car to meet Fallon atthe campaign office. It was the last thing on my mind right now, but the first on hers.
When I walked in, everybody tried to busy themselves, not expecting to see me. I stopped by Milaya’s desk to request the tea order Navie switched me to. I was determined to get my baby home today, and the last thing I wanted her to sniff out was coffee.
“Good morning.”