Page 91 of Meraux Mafia: No Ordinary Love

The corners of his mouth rested sternly in place, looking at me like I was crazy.

“Yo’ ass was grinning, and you’re doing it again now.”

“Did you wake up in some pussy this morning? You’re full of jokes today.”

“It’s more to life than pussy Tyson.”

“Money and your ass ain’t hurting for that either.”

“Neither are you, and I like how you changed the subject. Why are you being so secretive?”

“I’m not. It just ain’t your business nigga.”

Mack chuckled before allowing a whistle to escape his lips while going through his phone. “Her pussy must be lined in gold.”

“Stop sleeping with your phone on silent too. Sol called you last night.”

“She didn’t text me, so I’m sure she called Gi for whatever it was.”

“Wrong.”

“Damn, she must’ve been desperate to call you.”

“Y’all just let Sol bat her eyelashes and run y’all. That doesn’t work for me. She had Kyerra with her, so her drunk ass couldn’t call Gi.”

“What the fuck were they doing?”

“Trying to help Kyerra get over Gi.”

“That shit is still crazy. I always thought she’d be having his baby.”

Ignoring his response, I drove to the meeting in silence. It was the usual bullshit. Either people weren’t doing their jobs or were busy trying to do somebody else’s. After the conference wrapped, my father asked me to meet him in his office. Mack didn’t want to wait, so he rode with Gi.

“Wassup Pop?” I asked as my father shut the door behind me.

“This conversation needs to stay between us.”

“I’m listening.”

Lucas was a straight-to-the-point type of guy. For better or worse, he said exactly what he was thinking. Watching him fidget behind his desk was nerve-wracking for me because what the fuck had my father so rattled.

“I need a loan.”

“A loan?” Our family was blessed, which included money at our disposal. The fact that he had come to me and not my uncles had my interest piqued.

“Yes. I hit a snag, and I need a loan.”

“How much?” I asked skeptically.

“One million.”

“One million dollars isn’t a snag, Pop. What is going on?”

“I can’t explain that right now. Can you help me or not?”

My fingers combed through my beard, hesitant to hand over a million dollars to a nigga who didn’t have it in the first place.

“I have to move some stuff around, but I got you,” I agreed, thinking of the bigger picture.

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