Page 44 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

Smiling vibrantly, she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building. Along the way, we passed her daughter’s dad, and I could see the steam coming from his ears in the night air.

Helping Dee into the car, I closed the door and watched through the passenger window as she bounced with excitement from the night. Locking eyes with me, I instantly felt things shift. The look in her eyes, even though the tint, was the look of a woman falling in love. I could attempt to cast doubt over my own feelings, but it would be a waste because I was fucking with Lil’ Mama too.

The dilemma was more than surface. The distance was one thing, with her being in Georgia and me in South Florida, but the lies were another. Things aren’t always what they seem, and the time has come for the truth to come to light. I knew more than she thought I did, but I couldn’t say the same for her. Her assessment of my family and me was all wrong, and while I was busy digging her guts out, I should’ve been planning her demise as she had been planning mine.

She may be stuck on the idea that I’m the bad guy, but I wonder if she would still feel that way if she knew that the twenty million dollars I paid for a vacation that was me actually purchasing her daughter.

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“Andre Boudreaux!To what do I the pleasure?” Mimi smirked as she swiveled in her desk chair. “I can never get you to come over unless food is involved.”

Chuckling, I walked over and kissed my cousin on the cheek before taking a seat in front of her desk. She’s not completely wrong. With my busy schedule, I barely have time for myself these days.

“Don’t do me too bad, baby girl.” I winked at her before I got to the reason for today’s visit. “I need you to do me a favor. It’s Family business.”

Turning serious, she folded her hands and gave me her full attention. “What’s wrong, Dre?”

“Nothing, but I want to make sure it stays that way.” I scooted down in the seat and got comfortable. “You remember the hit I did a few days ago? Paul, the director of the ports…”

Frowning in thought, she said nothing. A few minutes passed before she spoke again. “Are you talking about the guy you and Jules went to see? The one you guys caught watching the gay porn?”

“Of all things, Mimi… that’s the part you remember?” I shook my head as I handed her a business card with a federal agent’s name on it. “We found this in his home. I need you to run a check on that name… like yesterday.”

Taking the card, she looked it over before she went to work on her keyboard. Sitting back, I thought about what the results would mean. I’m not above killing a federal agent, but I didn’t mind. I just had to be careful and not make it as messy as I usually would.

“Are you sure she’s an agent?” Mimi scowled as she looked at her screen. “It says here that Denim Atkins works as a clerical administrator. No parents, kids—wait…”

Watching her expression go to one of shock and wonder, I sat up in my seat, anticipating what she found. After minutes of silence, I became impatient. “All right, Mimi... what is it?” I asked as I stood from my seat and rounded her desk. Looking at the screen, the list of information was a mile long.

“I had to go into a separate database to find any real information on her. I admit, the agency is good, but not as good as me.”

“What’s up, Mi?” I wasn’t for the talking-in-circles shit. “Lay it on me.”

“Little Miss Denim here is indeed a federal agent.” She smirked as she pointed to the screen. “The way they have her title and position with the Bureau blocked from even a back-coded search tells me she is probably an undercover agent and currently on a job.”

Staring at the picture on the screen, I eyed the brown skin beauty as she smiled in her profile picture. As I looked at her, I was already thinking about all the ways I could fuck her before I killed her.

“Keep digging and get a file together for me. I’ll call you when I’m ready for it.” I stood at my full height and adjusted my watch, seeing the time. Going into my pocket, I pulled out a stack of money and dropped it on her desk. “I need to holler at Zoo before he heads home for the day. It’s time for me to have a little fun.”

“Dre, did you hear me?” I was jarred from my thoughts as Jules began throwing fruit snacks at me. “I asked you a question, nigga?”

“Naw, I didn’t hear you.” I mugged him. “And why in the fuck are you always eating these kids shit?”

We were currently in the basement of Zoo’s hotel, about to meet with some of the other families in town. Before it started, he wanted to discuss the auction and what our plans were now that we knew who was organizing the sick-ass trafficking in Milly Grove. I was more than ready to be done with all of this shit.

“Well, Zoo is the one with all the kids, so he got all the snacks. These, so far, are the best ones.” He shrugged as if the shit made sense. “If I’m going to be a dad someday… I have to see what the best snacks are… can’t have my kids out here eating bullshit.”

I said nothing as I listened to his logic because, no matter what he said, it wouldn’t make any damn sense. Not feeling compelled to reply, I sat back and got comfortable again. I was trying to think of anything but Denim.

“Stay your ass out of my house and pantry, nigga.” Zoo walked in and pushed his brother’s feet off his table. Dragging his eyes to me, he walked over and dapped me up before taking his seat. “It’s good to have you back home. We need to get you out of the Grove—ASAP. That cool weather got you looking ashy as hell.”

Sticking him a bird, we all laughed and shot the shit for a few minutes. After getting an update on their wives and kids, we got down to it.

“You want to lead this one, Dre?” Zoo asked as he twirled his ink pen between his fingers. “Tell me the play.”

The night Jules popped up at my condo, I wasn’t expecting him to hand over a file showing the lieutenant governor as the head of the sex trafficking ring that was happening in the region. The night of the auction, it took everything in me not to kill him right where he stood. I wanted nothing more than to tell her about her bitch-ass baby daddy and how he was preparing to sex traffic their daughter. However, I couldn’t show my hand that soon. It would have ruined all of the plans I had for them both.

From the moment I saw her at Club Honey, I knew exactly who she was. For the past two years, I’ve known Denim’s every move. From her undercover assignments in various states to being a mother to Briley to her trying to build a case against me—I was aware of it all. She may have thought she had the upper hand in this situation, but I have always been ten steps ahead.

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