Page 1 of Obsessive Love

PYRITE

“This is a private meeting,”Javien Walters Sr. announced as I walked into his conference room with my brothers behind me. This shit may have been private before we showed up, but it was a public meeting now. I didn’t stop moving until I got to the open seat at the end of the conference table and took a seat. Citrine sat to my left, Amethyst to the right. They were used to my over-the-top behavior, and truthfully, I was being dramatic as shit, but I wanted these niggas to know who the fuck they were about to be in business with.

“Have a seat, Javien,” I calmly said, nodding to his empty chair. “We are here to discuss our business arrangement and come to a mutually beneficial agreement.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my legs at my ankles. The six other people at the table looked between us and him, waiting to see how this would be handled. Javien Sr. was a lot of things, dumb being the main adjective I would use to describe him, but he wasn’t stupid. There was a difference in those meanings.

“This is my office,” he started to stutter, and I smirked. His dark eyes bounced from me to my brothers, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to figure his way out of this. The smartest thing he could’ve done was pay his debt, butthen again, I’d already said he was dumb. What he was trying to figure out was how he could kill us and get away with it.

“That’s a bad idea you have floating through your mind right now,” Citrine chuckled as he watched Javien Sr. start to fidget.

“What idea?” he sneered.

“You’re trying to figure out if you can get away with killing us.” He pointed between the three of us and shook his head. “You can’t because the second you reach for that punk ass gun under your table, I’ll have mine between your eyes, and the second you realize it's not there, I’ll pull the trigger.” Citrine chuckled and shook his head.

“You should know better than to think for one second that you had the upper hand here, Javien. Yo’ dumb ass owed money to my Pop who was cool enough to let your ass live this long. When you came to us again asking for another loan, we knew this shit wasn’t going to last. You were paying it off, so we let it slide. We even knew about the other loans you had out there but we didn’t trip off it because shit other niggas gotta eat too. Now, color me surprised when you asked for another loan, this one bigger than the previous ones combined. You went from owing a couple hundred thousand to millions. That little embezzling shit you tried to pull off three months ago was dumb, by the way. You just tripled your debt.”

“Tripled?” he questioned as he took his seat. His brown face started to go pale. Undoubtedly, he was doing the calculations in his head on how much he owed us now. “I’m barely staying afloat as it is. There’s no way I can pay you that much!”

“I know,” I agreed as I nodded. “Which is why we are here.” I stopped moving and gave him a smile that I knew didn’t reach my eyes. “You have life insurance, right?”

“Yes,” he said hesitantly as he nodded.

“On your wife, son, and your side piece, right?” I questioned him, and he nodded in response. “Good. Pick one you’d like to cash in on.”

“What?” he jumped from his seat and stared me down. “Pick one? Are you crazy?”

“Yes,” I nodded, and my brothers laughed. “I even have a therapist who’s constantly concerned for the safety of others.”

“I can’t pick one!” he argued. “I won’t pick one!” I shrugged and reached into my jacket to pull my gun. He didn’t have to because I’d done so already. “There has to be another option.”

“Like?” I questioned. Javien looked at his team members between the tables before his eyes went to the door. “Don’t run, Javien; I’ll shoot you before you make it two steps.” I set my gun on the table and continued to watch him.

“My son!” he answered, reaching for the phone in front of him. “Javien Jr.”

“I was thinking of your wife, but killing your son will do,” I said with a shrug. “You don’t even have to call him; I like the chase.”

“Not to kill him,” he seethed. “Javien’s contract is up with his current team; he’s looking to trade. He can play for you.” He set his phone back on the table and nodded.

“You think I’m about to pay your son the money you owe me only for you to turn around and pay it back to me?” I questioned and shook my head. “That shit dumb.”

“No,” Javien said, shaking his head. “That’s not what I have in mind.” The door opened, and in walked Javien Walters Jr., A six-seven forward for the Wolves; he was a damn good player but, from what I heard, had a smart-ass mouth and a short temper. I could use him on my team to assist Givens Robbins and Infinite Brown. He wasn’t ideal, but he could be helpful if Givens or Infinite didn’t kill him first. “Son, how would you like to play for the Kings?”

“Would it be worth it?” Javien Jr. asked, looking between his father and me as if the thought of being on an NBA championship team was beneath him. “There are other teams interested.” He looked at me and smirked. “Who can you offer me?”

I sat forward, resting my elbows on the table, and tented my hands in front of my mouth. I could hear my brothers kiss their teeth and knew my time was limited. Citrine was short-tempered, but Amethyst was impatient; if I wasted their time, they’d kill everybody in this room and not care. Javien Jr. had to be feeling himself because he chuckled lowly, then turned and walked back to the door. I glanced at Amethyst and saw the muscle in his jaw twitching. I took a deep breath, grabbed my gun, and aimed it at the man two up from Amethyst and shot him. My brother cut his eyes at me, then lifted his brow in question.

“I did it before you could,” I chuckled, and Amethyst nodded.

Javien Jr. quickly turned around, and his eyes went to the dead man who was slumped over to the side with blood pouring from his open wound.

“Uncle Josh!” Javien Jr. yelled, turning to me. “Nigga, that was my uncle!”

“Your mama’s brother, the one who liked to touch women without their permission,” I said, shrugging. “I know all about that nigga.” I set my gun back on the table and relaxed in my seat. “Which family member do you want to go next?”

“Nigga!” Javien yelled and took a step toward me, but stopped when Citrine pulled his gun from his jacket, and Amethyst did the same. “Why the fuck would I come play for you and you killing my people?”

“That should be enough of a reason,” I laughed. “I’m sitting in a board room of your family's business and have no problemknocking niggas off. What the fuck do you think I’ll do to you, your Mama, sister, shit, your granny?”

“I ain’t one of them niggas that’s scared of you, Stone,” he said, mugging me.

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