Page 6 of Nobody But You

“Have you heard anything about who has taken over for One, Two, and Three? Do we know if they’re confirmed dead?” Miller asked the police chief. I quietly sat up from my slouch to give this conversation my undivided attention. One, Two, and Three were mythical in the streets and underworld drug realm. Hearsay was that they supposedly distributed drugs for the cartel throughout the entire US. Rumor has it that they’d been killed by The Cartel and replaced with new leadership. At least, that’s what the streets were saying. Working in this line of work with a bunch of slimy ass snakes like these meant I’d heard it all.

“No, it’s been two years, and I haven’t heard a fucking thing.” The chief answered.

That checks out.Police never know shit but what they fabricate.

“I may have heard something about that. Let me get in touch with my guy.” The councilman said. His name was Burks.

“Why in the hell haven’t you said anything before now?” Miller said.

“I didn't know you needed any information on them. However, it’s going to cost you,” Burks responded.

“Well, I need for you and your men to put your ears to the damn streets and figure it the hell out. I need some fucking answers. It’s...” Before he could continue his conversation, the door opened again. It was her. The beautiful woman I’d seen walking towards Porter’s. She was now in here acting like a damn server.She’d donned a waitstaff uniform. Her hair, which was previously hanging, had been pinned up. She looked as if her beautiful ass really worked here.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen, the last waitress had something come up. I’ll be taking over for her for the night,” she said with her sultry voice. It was alluring and commanding. So much so that it made my dick jump. I heard the groans and damns under the breaths of every man at that table. That shit unexpectedly pissed me off. Hell, I was letting off a few under my breath my damn self. I knew where their minds had gone because mine was, too. I immediately had murder on my mind. She wasn’t mine, though, even if I wanted her to be. Shorty was a bad motherfucker, even with the smudged makeup she was wearing.

Why in the hell is her makeup smudged?

As she took out a notepad and scribbled each man’s request, I had three thoughts. The first was the same as earlier.

Damn!

Not only was she beautiful, with flawless sepia-toned brown skin, but she was also sexy as hell. That damn coat she had on earlier was hiding a slim, thick Coke bottle body out of this world. Starting at her feet, I scanned her body. She was standing tall in sky-high stilettos. I knew no server would ever come to work a shift with them because she wasn’t...a waitress. I’d be damned if they weren’t giving me erotic thoughts on top of my first three. The second was…

Who in the hellis she?

I needed to know for more reasons than the obvious. Something in the back of my mind told me that I knew her or had seen her somewhere. I was immensely attracted to her. As I stared, I was committing everything about her to memory. Her long, natural hair had been pinned up since I saw her outside. Her smooth skin. The pout in her lips, the definition in her cheekbones, and deep-set brown eyes. Eyes that held me captive. Her presence was awakening both the sleeping beasts in me. My last thought was that…

I don’t give a fuck how beautiful and sexy she is,she better not be on no bullshit, or she would meet my twins, Smith and Wesson. Maybe?

Who was I kidding? I didn’t harm women or children. I was, however, intrigued. With that curiosity, I decided to make my presence known. With my jacket off, she would see the two guns under each of my arms in my shoulder holster. I stood to head over to the bar. Once I fully entered the light, her eyes widened and were fixed on me. My fucking heart stopped. I wanted to fuck with her, so I did.

“Beautiful, I think you have a…what in the hell is that…is that a spider?” I said, squinting and leaning in to get a better look.

“Oh shit, I think it’s your eyelash.” Her hand immediately went to her eye, nearly smacking it and pulling off the lash. Then her hand traveled to rest on her chest as she looked at me. It was rising and falling in rapid succession. I had startled her. Her expression morphed into a scowl, but she quickly schooled it. I chuckled at her current state. I continued studying her as I found a bottle ofwhiskey and a glass, then poured myself two fingers before leaning over the bar. As she kept meeting my gaze, I noticed that she wasn’t scared that I was there. She was pissed.

Interesting!

She continued with her act, and after taking their orders, she told them a server would bring their meals shortly. I waited for her return, but another waitress had come in, one I was sure was employed by Porter’s.

What was she here for, or who?

Those thoughts plagued my mind. My expression now mirrored the pissed one she wore because once my presence was established in the room by the mayor, their conversation about One, Two, and Three ceased. I wasn’t a nosey nigga by any means; I just liked to know shit. That conversation seemed like some shit I needed to know. The questions that needed answers were quickly piling up. I sat, once again, idle because the excitement had passed. I had this fucked up feeling that my life was about to change.

I don’t know if this is going to be good or bad.

CHAPTER 3

Stephon

Iwas sitting in my office, twirling a pen between my fingers. I sat there staring at a picture of myself in a University of Carolina football uniform. I’d just gone up to catch a ball over a defensive player. Sighing, I finally dropped the pen and reached my hands up to cradle my head, running them through my curls. My life has gone through many changes. The most recent started with a simple conversation that filled my mind.

“You sure you want this shit, Rock? Because once we’re out, we’re out. Everything we had that’s connected to this shit, we’re done with it,” One said as he waited for my response.

“Aye, man, we’re serious. You won't be able to call us for shit because we are not answering any calls that aren’t about HCS. You feel me?” That was Three speaking. HCS was Haven Computer Sciences. It was their powerhouse tech company that they’d started once they had taken over drug distribution for the entire US.

“That’s fucking facts,” One spoke again.

“I got it. One, you should know, with how long we've been rocking. The game is the game, and this shit is a well-oiled machine. I don't plan to make any noise. My presence will be felt but never seen or heard.” I answered confidently.

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