Page 26 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

With hooded eyes, he stepped toward me, hovering over my frame. This man’s aura was intimidating, and for a moment, I second-guessed myself. The feeling was short-lived once he smiled and reached for my phone.

“Just so you know… I’m not a drive-in type of guy.” He held my phone to my face to unlock it. “If you want to get in these draws, you gotta wine and dine me. You gone have to spend a check, love.”

“Is that right?” I giggled as he handed me his phone. Inputting my number, I looked up at him. “If I spend a check the first night, are you going to let me fuck?”

The older lady passing us gasped in shock, and I was immediately embarrassed. Covering my face with my hands, I could hear Dre’s infectious laugh.

“No need to be ashamed, baby.” He chuckled as he removed my hand from my face. “I promise to make the night well worth it. Just know that I’m not looking for anything major.” He lifted my chin and brought my eyes to his. “Dinner and dick is all I have to offer you, baby. Nothing more. You cool with that?”

“Y-Yes,” I stammered. How can something so vulgar be so sexy? “That’s all I want too.”

“Good.” He tapped my chin before returning to his shopping cart. “I’ll text you and let you know where I want to go. I expect to be picked up, so I’ll send you the address too. I want money for a haircut and?—”

“I know that’s right, Mr. Sexy Man!” Rome’s ignorant ass yelled, causing more attention our way. “Princess treatment only.”

Shaking my head at them both, I grabbed Rome’s arm and led him to the next available cashier. “Must you show out everywhere you go?”

“Girl, please.” He waved me off as he placed our items on the conveyor belt. “I’m the best thing in your life outside of my Briley Boo. Your life wouldn’t be shit without me.” He glanced over his shoulder as Andre left out of the store. “I can’t wait for you to ride that pony and tell me all about it. I just know he’s about to have you walking funny.”

As he continued loading our items for bagging, my eyes followed Andre all the way until he reached the parking lot. I felt like a creep watching him as he placed his groceries inside the brand-new Range Rover. I don’t know why he was in town or how long, but I hoped it was long enough to get the information I needed to take him and his cousins down.

This time, I was going to play my cards right and get the dick before the charges were pressed. Nate was tempting, but I was sure about going all the way with Andre Boudreaux. I knew I was playing with fire by attempting to seduce him with my pussy, but I had to try my luck. I also knew the stakes of me getting burned were higher with this man than they were with the previous. If what I knew about Dre was true, I could very well lose the dangerous game I was playing. My job, ethics, and morals were not the only things I was risking—I was risking my life. I could only hope that at the end of this arrangement, he would be in cuffs, and I would be once again the victor.

“So,I thought this would be a great location to start breaking ground for the casino,” Uno stated as we walked through the vacant space. “This lot is not too far away from the city's outskirts and has a steady flow of traffic. What do you think?”

Today, we were finally getting down to business with the next project, and I was excited about it. The city was cool and all, but I wanted to do what I came here to do and take my ass home. Before I had to kill Tammy and her people, I considered this time in Milly Grove an organized vacation. Now, I was ready to be near Pastor and Sweets—I was less likely to do what I did best when they were close.

Placing my hands in my slacks in hopes of warming them up, I continued to canvas the area. “This lot is massive, so I agree this would be a great location. I can already see the casino, parking lots or decks, and maybe even some onsite hotels if you wanted.” I stretched my hands across the space for emphasis. “What’s even better is the location…” I turned to face him as he gave me his undivided attention. “I’m glad you didn’t want to put this too close to Mills Manor. That area is nice and screams money, so it would work aesthetically, but the majority of your staff will come from the Heights and Highland Meadows. You want to think about the commute so your potential employees do not struggle to get to work every day. Yeah… you may have people from out of town that will want to come here to work, but you have to consider home first.”

“I agree. All right, then... I will get the city’s lawyer to get with Jules and figure out the numbers so we can start on this right away,” Uno replied as we finished inspecting the open space with nothing but dirt. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he spoke about the casino. I was happy that our goal to bring a casino to Milly Grove was becoming a reality. Back when Uno’s uncle was mayor, we knew the casino wouldn’t happen under his leadership. His uncle’s greed is why I want to make sure Uno was in this deal for the betterment of Milly Grove first and the profitable business for the city’s economy immediately after.

Looking up from his phone, he asked, “How long do you think it will take for it to be built?”

Taking a beat to make sure I didn’t give him an unrealistic timeline, I shrugged. “I’m not going to lie to you; it’s a lengthy process. You’re looking at twelve to twenty-four months,” I answered honestly. “I may try to recruit a special team to assist with it, and that may speed up the actual construction. Once we get a layout of how you want it to look, I will know for sure. The good thing is we’re working directly with the city, so we don’t have to go through too many hoops to get building permits. Just know that Boudreaux Enterprises gone make this shit as efficient as possible.”

Nodding, we concluded the visit to the site and headed back toward City Hall. It was midweek, and traffic was in full effect. Thankfully, my commute from the penthouse to City Hall wasn’t more than thirty minutes. It was a nice day out, but I was a Florida boy, so I hated any weather under sixty-two degrees. It was freezing like a bitch in Milly Grove, and the shit was driving me insane.

“My nigga… I’m going to need you to go buy a fuckin’ coat with all that shaking and shivering.” Uno chuckled as he adjusted the heat for me. “Other than the weather, how is my city treating you?” He peeked from the road to me. “Skip told me about thatlittlesituation with Tammy. My bad about that.”

“Nigga, you don’t control these hoes, so why are you apologizing?” I chuckled as we passed a sign that said Sunset Valley. “What’s out that way?”

Dragging his eyes back to me, I noted the menacing look that came across his face. “Let’s just say that’s the spookier parts of town. I’ve heard stories of all types of shit, from an old witch in the woods to even vampires living out there.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t believe in that type of shit, though. What I do know… is not many people live or visit the area willingly. If they do, they rarely make it out. If you ever want to go, let me know and?—”

“Now, why in the fuck would I want to go out there when you just told me niggas are dying from the trip?” I shifted in my seat and mugged him. “Do I look like I play that shit? That may be up my cousin’s alley, but I will pass.”

People close to me often ask how I could take a life but was spooked by the thoughts of the supernatural. I don’t like the unexplainable. I can easily adjust to seeing someone killed in front of me, but I draw the line at seeing their bones reconstructed and them turning into animals. That shit isn’t normal.

The traffic was thinning out, and we were getting closer to town. We both had meetings to attend that would take up the rest of our day and had no other plans to see each other this week after this, so I took the opportunity to ask the question that had been lingering since my last grocery store visit. “Aye, let me ask you something… What do you know about a chick named Denim? Wild mentioned a few things, but I assume he tried to fuck her or something.”

Since running into her at the club and again at the store, she’d been on my mind heavily. Denim was bad as hell, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know her on a skin-to-skin level. When I told her the only thing I was willing to offer her was dinner and dick, I meant that. Her agreeing with me had me even more enthralled.

“Denim?” he asked in a confused tone until the name clicked in his mind. “Oh, her. Nah… he ain’t tried her, surprisingly. He hit a few of her family members, but that’s about it. Her people don’t make any noise, so it’s out of sight, out of mind with them. Why? What y’all got going on?”

“She asked me out on a date.” I smirked as he snapped his head over at me. “We've been texting and may be going out this weekend. I just wanted to know if I was going to have to kill shorty or not. Coming to your town and dropping every woman that pisses me off isn’t on my agenda, so I’m trying to stop a homicide before it comes to it.”

“You and Skip are so much alike;—it’s insane,” he mumbled as he pulled into the parking lot of City Hall. “Man, listen. Don’t be out here causing trouble in my muthafuckin’ city. You already had two bodies dumped off to a mother in the middle of the night.”

I shrugged because what did he want me to do? Let them rob me? I wasn’t the type of nigga to cause trouble unless I was paid to do so. If niggas died by my hands, it was because of some shit they did—I didn’t kill people for free.

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