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“Why? You already have the keys and all the codes to the safe.” I laughed at her statement.

“As long as you know!” I said and smirked. Then I turned back to her, grabbing her chin so she could look into my eyes.

“Jourdan, I’m trying to have the keys to your heart,” I said, kissing her one last time and drawing a heart with my finger on her chest. She looked down as I did, then I tipped her chin back again.

“It’s not to keep me out, though. I will drop bodies over you. Smith and Wesson have been itching for action, so lock up behind me,” I said, sobering to relay the seriousness of my statement. I pulled her hand as she followed me to the door. I let it go so that she could close it behind me. I listened for the lock to engage and hopped in the truck. Once I’d opened and backed out of the garage, I waited for it to close. I was gone. A nigga had fucked around and was falling in love in two-point-five business days.

Fucking Jourdan Washington.

CHAPTER 16

Stephon

Meet me at the firm’s garage in 30

P

Yup

Trigger

Word

Night had fallen, and the streets were quiet as I headed toward downtown. Not many people hung out there on Sundays, opting to prepare for the workweek. It was precisely where I wanted to be. I was pent-up. I don’t know how I found the strength to pull out of Jourdan. The whole thought of not being deep inside her right now was further pissing me off. Since I couldn’t release it how I wanted, I channeled it into anger. That anger would be taken out on Malik, the man locked away in the garage’sbasement.

I pulled up and entered the code to open the gate, patiently waiting for it to open. Pulling in, I scanned the lot for Trig and P, who hadn’t arrived yet. I still preferred to be the first one in any place. Besides that, I needed to calm down. I was bound to fly off the handle and kill this man off the strength. P and Trig hyped me up, and I’d usually let them, but I needed information. With Burk’s death, I feared he hadn’t had time to connect with Miller. I knew what Miller wanted; it wasn’t a great mystery that needed to be solved. He wanted the top. What puzzled me was what he wanted from my mother.

Since we left New York, I had never seen my mother with a man. Not that I was privy to all her business, but the way Miller talked to her, and she didn’t seem fazed by it, bothered me to no end. That was now my primary reason for wanting this meeting.

I parked by the door, killed the engine, and opened the rear cab. From there, I changed out of my sneakers and into my all-black Timberlands. Before I could make the switch, something caught my eye. It was a tiny, silver device, approximately two centimeters in diameter.

Did Jourdan put a tracker on me?

I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. It was either one of two reasons why she’d placed it there. Either she had the same trust issues I did or was wildly possessive. The fact that she did had me smiling. I left the tracker where she’d put it, then fished for my hoodie. I threw it on along with my ski mask, rolling it up. The last thing I needed was in my lockbox. I entered the code and took out my holster, draping it around my shoulders.

I was pent up and planned on ridding myself of some of this aggression, but I needed the twins to do that. So I took one and removed the clip and the bullet from the chamber. I replaced it with an empty clip and tucked it in the back of my sweats. My other twin went fully locked and loaded into the holster under my left arm. By the time I finished, Trig and P had pulled in, parking beside me. They knew not to be a minute late. Punctuality was a must under my command. They both exited their cars, dressed in all black and wearing ski masks, just like mine.

“What’s good, Rock? You ready to handle that nigga in the basement already?” Trig said as I dapped him up.

“Did you just get some pussy?” Trig asked, leaning his head to the side in question.

“Nah, why?” I asked. Then, I discreetly smelled myself before I smiled again. Jourdan’s scent was all over me, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. Besides, I didn’t want anyone to know what my wife’s pussy smelled like. It was grounds for dismissal. The kind that made your family deem you as missing. I was once again claiming this woman as belonging to me, and I hadn’t even put a damn ring on it. I needed to handle that.

Wife? Yep, that woman owns you!

“You a damn lie. You know I have a sensitive nose, especially for that.”

“Aw shit, here his ass go. This nigga Trig swear he a damn bloodhound for pussy,” P said as he leaned on the door of his car.

“Nah, I don’t run red lights, but I for damn sure can sniff one out,” He yelled out, then started barking like a dog. I dramaticallymade a show of looking around. I placed my hands over my eyes and squinted to look off in the distance.

“Yo, who in the hell is that? Is that Jade?” I asked. He spun around, looking in the direction I had. In perfect timing, a random car was coming down the block. All the color drained from Trig’s complexion. P immediately started laughing.

“Damn, Jade got your ass on lock. Rock is fucking with you,” P said as he continued to laugh.

“Nah, you weren’t there when she popped up on me at the mayor’s ball last night. She took all the laces out of my shoes. Talking about how I didn’t need them since my ass didn’t want to be tied down. I had to wear my Yeezy slides to the gym this morning. I almost broke my damn ankles on the treadmill,” Trig said, with both P and I laughing loudly.

“Trig, why in the hell would you? Never mind,” I said as I continued to laugh and walked off.

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