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Kaos: Now that’s a good idea. Tell that hot headed nigga to wear a mask. He don’t give a fuck about his face being seen!
What made Kaos’s statement even funnier was he’d beat Serenity’s ex up and hadn’t owned up to it yet because he had on a mask. Never mind the fact we knew him, his body frame, and tattoos. As soon as we saw the video and heard his voice, weknew it was him, that’s why he had ol’ boy’s neighbor take the video down as quickly as he did.
Zander: he actually likes that shit
My head shook as I laughed. I told Tristan he didn’t have to do that, but if Tyler was with it, I wouldn’t stop him. Trevor needed to be punished, and if I didn’t have some drama going on myself, I’d gladly be the one to do it.
Only seven minutes passed before Tristan called to tell me Tyler was more than willing to pay Trevor a visit once we had an address on him. I thanked him and told him to relay the gratitude before sending Gino Trevor’s name and place of employment. I didn’t want Tyler going to his office unless he absolutely had to. That was all Gino would need to find Trevor and get me the information I needed to make sure he learned what would happen every time he came after my woman.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Venus
One Week Later
“What thefuck!”
The distress in Carson’s voice had me howling with laughter. When he asked me what would make me feel better about the Trevor situation, I told him watchingHarry Potter. For the past week, we’d been watching one movie a night at his home, and I had been loving every minute of it. When we first started watching, it took him a minute to get into it. By the time we made it to the third movie, he was invested.
There were quite a few parts of literary genius that blew my mind, and I did cry when a few characters died. It didn’t matter how many times I watched, I reacted the same way to parts six through eight. I didn’t know how Carson would react during the infamous Dumbledore scene, but him jumping up from his seat yelling was completely unexpected.
I tried to calm him down and get him to sit down but he was distraught. It was even funnier because I knew as attached ashe was that he’d go crazy when we made it to the finale. Once he finally calmed down so we could finish the movie, he was so hurt he wanted to watch parts seven and eight tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow. Of course I was okay with that, so we agreed to take a brief break to smoke and refresh our snacks before starting it up.
While he popped some popcorn, I checked my notifications. My mouth dropped when Mariah sent me pictures of what looked like a badly beaten Trevor. I called her immediately to find out what the hell had happened to him.
“Girl!” she all but yelled as soon as she answered the phone.
“What the hell happened?”
She breathed deeply, and I knew she was preparing to tell a long story. “Okay, so apparently Trevor made it home from a work trip last night. He posted something about being glad to be back home and that he couldn’t wait to get back to work tomorrow, which was technically today. So when he got to his office this morning, someone was there waiting for him. They beat his ass, girl! I’m talking had the man so discombobulated, he was dizzy and wobbling when he finally did stand up. Then the nigga hit him with a final punch that knocked him the fuck out.”
“How do you know this? You didn’t see it happening, did you?”
“Okay, so don’t be mad.” She paused and I groaned. “I was a little peeved about him trying to sue you, so I was going to have my YN beat his ass. We were waiting for him to get to the office, and when I saw the guy approach him, I started recording. I could tell by the guy’s demeanor that he wasn’t approaching Trevor on some friendly shit.”
“Did you recognize him? What did he look like?”
“I didn’t see his face because he had on a mask. He was kind of light brown, tall, and slim but muscular. And he was strong ashell because those hits were landing loud and hard. You want me to send you the video?”
Her excitement made me chuckle as I shook my head.
“I’ll just take your word for it. And while I appreciate you wanting to take up for me, please don’t have nobody beat up on my behalf. Rodricko is not the kind of man that I want or need hurting people on my behalf. I knew he was crazy the minute he threatened to have that guy on a T-shirt in two weeks when he stepped on your foot at the carnival last fall.”
Mariah cackled like that shit was the funniest thing in the world, but I was scared Rodricko really was going to shoot that man over an honest mistake. She was still quite young at twenty-five and loved that toxic shit. I, on the other hand, wanted something stable. I used to love a man fighting for or over me until the last one was sentenced to fifteen years and left me alone. Now, I wanted to know my man could protect me when needed, but I wanted one that was mature enough to not risk losing his freedom if he didn’t absolutely have to.
We talked a little while longer until Carson came back with popcorn, candy, and drinks. I thanked her again for thinking of me and promised to meet up with her and Paisley this weekend for brunch. The comfortable smile on Carson’s face reminded me that he’d been in a particularly good mood today. He was always in a good mood but today had been different. He kept gazing off and smiling while shaking his head, and now, I wondered if he had something to do with what happened to Trevor.
Feeling my eyes on him, he looked back at me as he set the tray in front of us. How his theater room was set up, it was built on a curve, and it had three rows of reclining leather seats.
“What?” he asked with a chuckle.
“What did you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“Trevor was beat up today. You know anything about that?” Regardless of how quiet his laugh was as he opened the drinks, I saw the quaking of his shoulders. “Carson!”
