Page 66 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

Telling my grandfather everything that had happened over the last three to four months, I was amazed at how idiotic my situation sounded. From meeting her at the club to killing her baby’s father, it all was something from a BET black drama. By the time I was done talking, everyone was quiet.

“Somebody say something…” I looked at him and Rosier in hopes of advice on what to do. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

“So, you’re married?” is the first thing my grandfather asked as he sipped his drink. “Sweets is going to kill you.”

“Pop…” I groaned as I took my seat. “A nigga is lost out here.”

“I’m not privy to everything you do, but I know that you married this girl after finding out who she was to cover your own ass if it came down to it. You’re not slick, son; I see right through you. You didn’t have to enter that union. You didn’t even have to keep her alive. You did it because you cared about her. You care about her child.”

“I do.” I nodded and admitted as I took my seat back on the sofa. “There’s no sense in hiding it. I love them both. Even if she wasn’t an agent, we could never be together, though. My life is too dangerous and?—”

“Stop…” Rosier finally spoke as he leaned up in his seat. “What you do is no more dangerous than the rest of us. Yes, you may go the extra mile with some of your methods, but even with that, you are better equipped to take care of yourself more than any of us. Add a family into the equation, and I know they’ll be protected.”

“She’s a federal agent, Zoo. I can’t trust her.” That was my biggest fear with Denim. I know she said that she was done trying to investigate us, but how could I be sure? Lying next to someone I’d put a bullet in a heartbeat doesn’t equate to a healthy marriage.

“She’s your wife, and you love her.” He stood from his seat and moved toward where I was on the couch. “You’re going to figure out where you want her, and you’re going to put her there. No matter how it happened, she’s your wife. She’s part of this family until you say she isn’t. You don’t need it, but you have the Family’s blessing with whatever you decide to do. You’re my right hand, Dre. I don’t doubt you, nor will I ever second guess a choice you make.”

Extending his hand to me, I looked from it to him before I stood from my seat and pulled him into my embrace. Hearing him say that felt as if Uncle Samuel was also approving of my role and contribution. Knowing he trusted my judgment in every aspect meant a lot to me. I would never do anything to jeopardize the organization, and I was happy Rosier believed that too.

“I have one request of you.” My grandfather stood and walked over to us. “I know Mattie isn’t on some type of self-help journey. All I ask of you is that we can have a proper ceremony to say goodbye if it comes to it.”

Looking over at Rosier, I said nothing because I didn’t know where she was. I don’t even know if my mother is dead or alive. Looking my grandfather in the eyes, I extended my hand to him.

“You have my word, Pop.”

Two hours passed, and we were finally eating. The Mills clan really came into town with empty stomachs, and I eyed them all in disgust as they ate up the homecooked food.

“You mean to tell me you really flew all the way here just for dinner.” I dug into my oxtails and shook my head. “Don’t make this a habit.”

“Shut up, Andre, and stop being a hater,” Wild spoke with a mouth full of cabbages. “If Sweets wasn’t already married to Pop?—”

“Say it, lil’ nigga.” My grandfather walked over behind the China cabinet and grabbed his twelve-gage shotgun. “I dare you to say it.”

We all went silent before the room erupted in laughter. This is what I missed the most after spending time in Milly Grove. As we continued to eat, we fell back into conversation as the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” Mimi said as she stood up. Skip grabbed her wrist and caused us to look at them both in confusion. “What’s wrong, Jordyn?”

“We don’t let ladies open doors.”

“That nigga don’t talk much, but when he does… it makes sense.” Jules simpered as he stood. “Mimi, you know we don’t go for that either. Sit down.”

Kissing her teeth, she did as she was told, but the way she smirked at Skip wasn’t missed by me. I wasn’t one to get in anyone’s business, especially with my own shit going on, but I made a mental note for later.

“Hey, Dae Dae! That crazy chick out there again!” We heard Jules yell and laugh from the front door. “She’s looking a little hostile, and I ain’t letting her in here. You better come get her, Dre, because if she puts her hands on me again, I’m turning her into the moose she looks like.”

Pushing my chair from the table, I walked to the front door to see what this nigga was talking about. Once I got there, I was pissed to see Sandra.

“So, Dre… you come back in town and don’t call me?” she shouted as soon as I stepped behind Jules. “You can’t run from me and this baby!”

“Look, Sandra. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but you gone have to get from around my people’s house with this foolishness. You know I don’t even play like that.”

“Plus, he’s married.” Jules’ ass chimed in. “His wife doesn’t play, either. I saw her knock a bitch out after shooting her kneecaps off.”

Chuckling, I stepped out onto the porch so I could defuse this situation. I was already mentally tired from trying to figure out what to do about Denim, and now this girl was popping up with nonsense. While Jules was threatening to turn her into a moose, I was going to turn her into ashes is she didn’t get the fuck on.

She was in my face the second both of my feet hit the porch concrete. “What does he mean you’re married? How could you do this to me?” she cried as she hit me in my chest while her hand held he protruding belly. “I’m about to be the mother of your child and?—”

Psss!

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