Part 11 (1/2)
Chapter 15.
Fed up Brenda walked into her and Tyquan's penthouse apartment and threw her purse on the couch feeling defeated. She plopped down on the sofa and put her face in her hands trying to collect her thoughts.
”You okay?” Tyquan asked, entering the living room in his thick black robe.
”I need this s.h.i.+t to be over,” she spoke with a solemn defeated tone.
”It's almost over. But you gotta hold your s.h.i.+t together. You of all people should know my son will not bend or fold.”
”Is it that he won't bend or that you don't have the power to make him?” she looked up and waited for a response.
Tyquan walked over to Brenda and slapped her on to the floor. ”Don't you ever challenge my power,” he stood over her looking at her as if she was dirt. ”I run this s.h.i.+t. It will be over when I say it's over; until then, stay in your place and play your role. Unlike me, you are replaceable,” he stepped back, tightening the belt on his robe.
Brenda rose to her feet and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then licked the blood from her lip. She locked eyes with him and spoke firm. ”You get one because unlike the rest of your team...I'm built for this s.h.i.+t. And I won't be satisfied until this right here...” she showed him the blood on the back of her hand, ”...is leaking from both Kayson and KoKo,” she turned her back on Tyquan and reached for her bag. ”Remember this if nothing else, the monster you create is the one that will destroy you,” she moved to the door and slammed it on her way out.
Tyquan thought about the words she had spoken, and then moved to his room to get dressed. He had been sitting in the background too long and now was the time to hit the trenches and put an end to all this s.h.i.+t.
”h.e.l.lo,” KoKo answered on the third ring while trying to get the children ready for bed.
”Hey, s.e.xy,” Kayson said as Baseem turned the corners. The night air was crisp and his mood was welcoming to it.
”We miss you,” she said into the phone as she watched Quran gather his toys from the carpet.
”I miss y'all too. I'll be home in a few days. I need you to put together a dinner party with the team and their wives at the mansion.”
”Dinner party?” she asked.
”Yes, I need to have a sit down and I want you to get acquainted with the other wives.”
KoKo took a deep breath then agreed. ”Yeah, alright,” she said as she pa.s.sed the baby to Mariam.
”Thank you, baby; see you in a few days.”
”Okay, I love you.”
”I love you too,” she said then ended the call.
KoKo moved to the closet and got dressed. She had some things to settle before Kayson got back.
KoKo pulled up in front of Golden Paradise and parked in her VIP spot. She eyed the crowd and counted her money as it headed through the doors. A smile turned up at the corners of her mouth as she checked her guns before stepping out of her vehicle. KoKo was flawless in her emerald green jumpsuit that hugged every curve. She switched hard, clicking her black stiletto knee high boots against the concrete.
”Hey, Boss Lady,” Chico said, opening his arms as she approached the velvet rope.
”What it do, playa?” KoKo said, leaning into his embrace.
”d.a.m.n,” Chico's boy said, looking KoKo over.
Chico looked over at him like he was crazy. ”Watch your f.u.c.king mouth!” he said with distain.
”My bad; no disrespect,” he threw his hands up in surrender.
”Get your staff in line, Chico. They need to respect who writes the checks,” KoKo stepped past the men and entered the club.
Chico looked over at his boy and shook his head. ”Go find some s.h.i.+t to do,” he ordered.
KoKo kept a firm look as she eyed the crowded club. Every section was filled and the waitresses were busy pa.s.sing out drinks and keeping the men very happy. She moved across the floor nodding her head to the music. Meek Mill was blasting and she was feeling every word.
Lil n.i.g.g.a, we don't rock the same clothes, f.u.c.k the same hoes; Cause it's levels to this s.h.i.+t.
Lil n.i.g.g.a, we don't drive the same whips, we don't f.u.c.k the same chicks; Cause it's levels to this s.h.i.+t.
Lil n.i.g.g.a. we don't get the same paper, you a motherf.u.c.kin' hater; Boy, it's levels to this s.h.i.+t.
As KoKo moved smooth to the beat, a few females came up to her with reports. She nodded and kept it moving. Goldie watched as KoKo approached the staircase. She jumped up to greet her.
”Welcome, Boss,” Goldie said from the top of the stairs.
”Roll up. I need to get these lungs right,” KoKo said as she moved up the steps.
”It's already done. You know how I do.”
”My n.i.g.g.a,” KoKo joked as they headed into the office.
Goldie pulled out the chair from behind her desk, allowing the boss to have the best seat in the house. She took the seat on the other side of the desk and lit the end of one of the blunts.
KoKo took the strawberry-wrapped loud and pulled deep and exhaled thick smoke before she began.
”Let me see the money,” she requested and Goldie got up and turned the wall safe and brought out several stacks. She grabbed the adding machine and sat it down in front of KoKo.
”Let me see the books,” she asked, continuing to pull the tasty smoke deep into her lungs.
Goldie handed KoKo the books and she moved back to her seat. KoKo pa.s.sed her the blunt and went over the numbers. She put each stack into the machine and tallied up the totals.
”This s.h.i.+t don't match.”
”What you mean?” Goldie asked, looking at KoKo with a raised brow. She jumped up and went beside KoKo. Goldie picked up the books and examined it against the totals that KoKo had.
”Hold the f.u.c.k up. This s.h.i.+t right here is whited out,” Goldie said, scratching at the paper. ”I swear, KoKo...I did not see this,” Goldie confessed as fear rose in her gut.
”Who was responsible for the last drop?”
”That was Carlos. He is Chico's right hand,” Goldie reported.
KoKo nodded her head then lit the other blunt. She turned to the monitors and looked out at the crowd then focused on the door. ”Rock is coming here in a minute. Go greet him and bring him to me, then I want you to bring them to me.”