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[hey im at the Palladium do you have time for me today]

I always had time for her. I text back. [Yes come to me.]

[what time are you free]

[Right now. Come here now. To my penthouse.]

[omw]

I left room 2112 accompanied by Lefty and Punchy. I hadn’t seen Kelly in person in a few months. I checked my clothes for blood while I rode in the elevator. I couldn’t let her see me like that. Luckily, I didn’t have any blood splatter on my suit that I could see. Another good reason to wear black.

“Lefty, Kelly’s coming up to my room. Order some food from the kitchen and have them send it up.”

“Yes boss. I’ll get right on it. I’m glad Kelly’s coming for a visit.”

“Me too.”

Both men followed me from the elevator to my penthouse. I went directly to my office and gave instructions for Punchy to let Kelly into my suite. I was excited to see her. I knew I had to play it cool because that’s how she always played it.

After learning some two bit hooker took my father’s life. I needed this. I needed to feast my eyes on Kelly and hug her tightly. If she let me.

Chapter Twelve

NICCO

She appeared in the open doorway of my office within five minutes. She was so pretty and perfect. She had long black braids down her back. She told me they were called box braids the last time I saw her on FaceTime. Kelly was naturally pretty, just like her mom. She was also a nice person, and that scared me. Most people in the world weren’t nice at all. I didn’t want anything to happen to her. I felt very protective of her.

She removed her earbuds and walked over to me. She was smiling, and that made me flash my rear smile. Kelly was clever and funny and all the things I wished I would’ve been if I weren’t in this life. She dressed like an artist. All her clothes made a statement.

I easily wrapped my arms around her. Girls were different than boys. I missed so many hugs and now I grabbed them whenever I got a chance. Whenever she wasn’t mad at me. I went out of my way to make sure that was not often.

“Hey Dad.”

I just loved the way she said hey dad. It took her a few years to call me that. “Hey, kid.”

“Are you okay? My mom told me the guy she used to work for died. I think she meant your dad.”

“Yeah, um, that was my father. He died.” I didn’t expect those words to come from her.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure losing a parent is very hard.”

“It’s fine. Do you need money?”

“No Dad. I have the money you send me every week. I can’t spend it that fast.”

“You should be at school.”

“It’s only five hours away. I will go back when I have to be in class. UCLA isn’t going anywhere.”

“Okay. How’s the car?”

“It’s great. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m asking about you.”

“And I’m asking about you.” She rolled her neck and put her hand on her hip.

“I wish you would’ve met your grandfather.”

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