Page 23 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

I spoke the scripture repeatedly in my mind because I knew what was about to happen. There was no way I was going to let them walk out of here alive tonight, and by the way the tears rolled down her face, she knew it too.

“D-Dre, you don’t have to kill us, baby!” Tammy pleaded as she slid from the bed. “I hate that my cousin Amy was killed, but if you think about it… we didn’t do anything wrong. Please let me and my brother go. It’s not like we actually robbed you and—ahh!”

Pop!

The shit she spewed meant nothing to me as I sent a bullet that caused brain matter to scatter all over the walls and her face. Her screams and cries were beginning to get on my nerves, so her ass was next.

“Tevin!” she wailed as she dropped to the floor and cradled his half-blown-off head. “You killed my little brother!”

“Nah, you killed that lil’ nigga the minute you thought you were going to play a nigga like me…” I smirked as I raised my gun to her head, causing her to go still. “No worries, I’ll make sure your mother gets your bodies bright and early in the morning. The least I can do is let her bury y’all together.”

Pop!

I didn’t wait for her to say anything else before I gave her a hole to match her brother’s. Looking around the room, I shook my head at the slight carnage I caused.

“Well… if it’s any consolation, I hate you have to go home with blue balls.” Skip shrugged as he walked over and patted my shoulder. “Cleanup is already outside. Thankfully, you had a silencer on with your trigger-happy ass.”

Shaking my head, I looked toward the door and watched as a few guys filed in and began rolling the bodies in bags and placing them by the door as they began to clean. Removing my burner phone, I dialed up my cousin, Mimi.

“Andre… it’s after midnight,” she groaned. I couldn’t help but smile because I missed my girl. She was the annoying little sister if I ever had one. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy.” I smiled as I stepped out of the room and into the breezeway. The night air was cool and crispy as the stars shone up above. “I’m gonna text you an address, and I need you to do your thing.”

“Say, bruh… I’m going to stay here until they get done. You can go ahead and dip out if you need to,” Skip walked up behind me and said.

“Nah, I’m good,” I assured him. “I’m gonna chill out here until they’re done.”

In my line of business, you can never be too careful when it comes to discarding bodies and cleaning a crime scene. Most times, I’d leave them so their families or our other enemies could discover them to send a concise message. This time, I wanted and needed all traces of me gone. I didn’t touch much, being that I was only here for an hour at most, but you can never be too cautious.

Nodding, Skip went back into the room as I stayed outside. I listened to Mimi fire question after question about who I was talking to as she typed rapidly on her keyboard. It took her all of five minutes before she was done.

“All right, everything is good to go on my end. It will be as if you and Jordan were never there.”

“I appreciate it…” She got quiet for a moment, and I knew there was something she wanted to say. “What up, Mimi?”

“Have you spoken to my brothers since you’ve been out there? I kind of overheard them saying you weren’t fucking with them right now.”

While it’s true that I haven’t spoken to Rosier and Jules, I wasn’t going to have a conversation with their sister about it. Instead of getting into all that, I thanked her, told her I loved her, and disconnected the call.

“All done,” Skip said as I reentered the room. The shit looked good, and you couldn’t tell it was even booked for Tammy and I. “I’m about to head back to the club. I don’t like leaving Wild unsupervised for too long.”

Chuckling, I dapped him up and told him I’d get with him. I glanced around once more before I made my way back to my truck and back toward Mills Manor. So far, I’m zero for two when it came to getting some pussy, and I’m starting to think that maybe my black ass is the problem. Pushing the thoughts of sex to the back of my mind, I went to the phone contacts on my stereo screen and dialed the number of the only person that mattered at the moment.

“Son…” my grandfather answered the phone groggily. “Is everything okay?”

“Matthew Chapter 18 Versus 21-22,” I stated as I pulled from the lot of the hotel. “Jesus spoke of limits of forgiveness. I think I’m closer to exceeding the limitations.”

It’s beenthree weeks since I took leave from my job, and I was in no hurry to return. From spending time with my daughter to relaxing physically and mentally, I was enjoying my solitude. A few of my fellow agents tried to guilt-trip me about taking time off, but it went in one ear and out the other. Senior Special Agent Roberts sent an email wishing me wellness, and that meant everyone else could kiss my ass. The smile that shined on Bri’s face every morning when she woke up to her mommy was going to be well worth the three-month vacation.

“So… what are we doing today, Mommy?” she asked from the back seat of my newly purchased Chevy Trailblazer. I decided to reward myself after all my hard work over the last few months. Next on the agenda was finding my baby and me our forever home. “Are we going out for ice cream?”

“You don’t think it’s a little too cold for that, Briley Boo?” I glanced at her through the rearview mirror as we cruised through town. “Not to mention… we just went out for cupcakes two days ago. You want your teeth to fall out?”

“I’m only six, Mommy. They will grow back.” She waved me off, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Noticing that she went quiet, I brought my eyes back to her and was worried about the sad look that was now on her face.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Are you sending me to stay with Daddy?” she asked as she peered up at me with dejected eyes. “I heard him tell Nana June that you work too much, and he wants me to come stay with him. I don’t want to live with him.”

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