Page 44 of Forbidden Love

“Chill,” I told him.

I eyed Casper’s men that was already outside, they stood armed like statues. They didn’t move when we hopped out the car, they just watched with icy looks plastered on their bitch ass faces. Shit didn’t move me, the way I saw it…If Casper wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be here. Nigga wanted attention, he wanted for me to answer to him. I gave him that off the strength of what I viewed him as. I respected Casper, and in return, I met him with disrespect.

Fatz and I walked in through the wide metal doors without being frisked for guns although we had it on us. I eyed the crates that were stacked damn near to the ceiling with artillery and whatever else that Casper had illegally shipped to him. Instead of taking the elevator, we climbed the steps. Fatz complained with each step that we took.

Two more guards were outside of Casper’s office door. They let us pass without a word. Casper set behind his massive oak desk rocking a black suit with no tie. His cigar burned between his fingers as he rubbed down his salt and pepper waves. He smiled slow and deviously like he was proud of his actions from earlier.

Fatz remained by the door as I stepped further into his office.

“I have loved you like a son, boy. Fed you, protected you, and added to the power you possess now after Raft.” He slammed his hand against his desk after the first set of words left his mouth.

“And what the fuck did you do in return?” His voice rose before he continued.

“Why my daughter, Sol? Why my Yeremy?” He leaned back in his seat like I gut punched him.

I clenched my jaw, then stepped forward. This visit was going to be short and straight to the fucking point. Old heads loved to be dramatic as fuck, I understood the fucked-up position that I was in. By the end of this conversation, I would take accountability. In my own set of facts, Casper needed a reality check.

“She ain’t yours to control. Last I checked, wasn’t no chain around her neck.”But my hand was…I laughed inwardly.

He exhaled a sharp laugh.

“She’s mine by blood, which means you outta pocket for putting your hands on her like she one of your hood rat bitches from around the way,” he spat.

“I didn’t take her, she chose me.”

“No,” he said darkly.

“She’s confused and you?—”

“I like her a lot. I can’t sit here and say that I love her, but I care a lot about Yeremy. I can’t get her off my mind, I miss her. I planned on coming to you on some real nigga shit. She wanted me to wait so I respected that.” I cut him off.

My words cut through the tension in the room. Casper’s face went still, stone cold. He sat up slowly with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

“I could have killed you, today. You and your brother. I thought about doing it for a month now. Trigga thinks I’m overreacting like he doesn’t know about my word being law. I haven’t seen nor heard from my daughter…” He blinked his eyes then cleared his throat.

“It’s been a month…I know she’s not with you…my men told me so.” His words trailed off.

He leaned all the way forward, his elbows hit the desk as his face hardened.

“You must love her for trying to fuck with me. Funny thing, though…she’s missing with no phone, no card swipes, no sightings…not even a whisper from her name in the streets. Something tells me, you are helping her and?—”

“I ain’t helping her with shit!” I frowned.

“You did this shit! She was fine with me! We was good as hell when she left to go back home or where ever the fuck she went!” I yelled.

I hadn’t heard from her in a month, I thought she wanted space. I didn’t know how that shit worked with women, but I knew that they could be a bit dramatic once feelings got involved. Once a week went by, I thought that Casper found out and was just waiting for me to come and talk to him as a man. I had shit going on and planned on showing up to his house, but I wanted to talk to Yeremy first.

I went to her job and found out that she transferred and that’s when I felt like that was her way of cutting me completely off. Yeremy knew that I wasn’t about to let up off of her just because she wanted me to.

“She found out about Bianca and Ramsey. I should have just told you to kill that bitch too. I just didn’t want to put her in too much heartache. All of this shit is too much on her… Now I don’t think she…” Casper’s shoulders dropped.

He ran his hands down his waves again and sighed.

“I got so mad, you not good enough for her, Sol. I told her that you killed Ramsey. Hopefully that keeps her on the right track and away from you. I don’t want to control my daughter; I want the best for her. Until you have a daughter of your own…you’ll understand it. Right now, I want to know where the fuck my daughter is.” He shook his head in disgust.

“So snitching is cool with you now?” I chuckled angrily in disbelief.

“This ain’t ’bout no street shit, it’s about protecting her!” His voice boomed loudly.

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