Page 9 of Only You

Yep, I’ll be there in thirty minutes. While I’m en route, send cleanup to the docks. I’m dropping the location on the container.

I spent the next five minutes quickly returning the tops of the crates and hammering them back down with the butt of my knife. Ithen returned the crates to the positions and places I’d found them. After the cleanup, I didn’t need anyone else to know anything had been tampered with.

As I exited, I peeked around the large door of the container. Once satisfied that no one was around, I closed the doors and re-engaged the lock. I started a quick jog back to the Malibu I had chosen to come here. As I neared my destination, my stride slowed because a black 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS was parked three cars down from where I had parked. My mind immediately went to Tayla because she loved old-school muscle cars and had one just like it. I continued to the car and looked, giving one last glance before I pulled out of the lot. I had twenty minutes to switch cars and meet Rock at his office. If I were late, he would flip, and I didn’t feel like hearing his damn mouth.

Punctual ass!

I pulled onto the Rockwell Security lot with only a few minutes to spare. Since I’d decided on the way that I wanted to get him back for fucking with me a couple of weeks ago, I decided to take my time. I slowly exited my car and continued at an unrushed pace into the building.

When I came in, Talia was at the desk. Ever since Jourdan had come into Steph’s life, he’d changed all his businesses. His usually dull office had been updated with a sleek new logo on the starkwhite wall behind the modern black receptionist desk, which also adorned his logo. The lobby had modern dark walnut wood tables and black leather seating.

Whoever Talia was on the phone with had her full attention. I leaned onto the counter with my elbows, crouching down to look into her face. She immediately blushed.

“Hey, let me call you back. Someone just walked in,” she said before hanging up the phone.

“Brice,” she cooed.

“Hey, Stephon, back there?” I said, then licked my lips. She shifted in her seat.

“Yeah, he’s back there,” she said as she crossed her legs, drawing my attention to her thighs. I flipped my hair back and winked, knocking on the desk before I turned to walk off.

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” I said. She giggled behind me. Stephon always kept his door open, but when I walked in and closed the door, we coded into our alters. That would change again the moment I opened the door back up.

“You’re fucking late, Ice,” Rock said. I smirked and shrugged. Maybe I liked pissing big bro off more than I cared to admit.

“Talk nigga since you want to come in here late, wasting my damn time.” This time, I laughed full-on because I was one minute late. He smirked, but then I finally started to talk.

“Sin finally fucked up. It’s pissing me off because since I’ve been here, I’ve been calm. I haven’t had to show off. These motherfuckers don’t want me to show off Rock.” He sat up in his chair, giving me his undivided attention.

“I decided to go down to the docks during the day. I snooped around and found this.” I sat up, pulled the folder tucked in the back of my pants, and threw it on his desk. Rock picked it up and thumbed through it as I explained further.

“Those four shipping containers have been going to Italy, and instead of returning with our product, they’re returning with guns. Heavy shit too.”

“Fuck,” he bellowed out.

“I said the same shit because if the fucking Cartel finds out about this shit…” I said and took a breath.

“They won’t because we’re going to handle the shit,” Rock spoke.

“We gotta find out who Sin is working for because I know his ass isn’t doing the shit alone. He ain’t got it like that! However, I think it’s the Italian Mafia. The motherfucker I put down spoke Italian and then there’s Italian guns. Now all this could be a big fucking coincidence but…”

“We don’t believe in those,” he finished.

“I’m gonna put P on him for a few days,” Rock said. I nodded.

“Let me know what you find, but I already know I’m going to have to snatch and grab his ass. My hands are idle right now, and you know what that means.”

“Agreed,” Rock said. I stood and rounded the chair to leave. Just before I opened the door, Rock spoke again.

“Leave Talia’s ass alone; the last thing I need is P crashing out,”

“Oh, that’s P. Fuck that nigga!” I said as I fully opened the door. I could hear Stephon’s loud laugh behind me.

“Steph, before I leave. How’s my sister really doing with all this Tayla shit?” He sighed before he spoke.

“Man, honestly, I think the shit is fucking with her, but she won’t openly speak on it. I wanted to bring it up a couple of nights ago, but I really don’t want her back on that shit she was on before,” He said as the worry lines creased his forehead. I nodded because I understood more than he knew. It was the main reason I’d initially pushed them together.

“I don’t know Steph. Something seems off about the whole thing. I fucking know Tayla, but I would never go against JoJo,” I said, letting the breath I inhaled slowly seep out in a deep sigh.

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