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“Not at all. We don’t discriminate here at Pledis Bank. Plus, both positions put you in an office where you’ll be able to sit and relax. One last question, will you be available for an official interview this Monday at eight? It’ll be held with me and the branch manager. She’s on vacation right now so that’s why the interview is a little ways out.”
“Yes, I’m available,” I said smiling from ear to ear. This was what I needed.
“Great. If you don’t mind bringing two forms of ID and documentation proof of your degree, that would be great.”
“I will. Thank you.”
“Thank you, Klarity. We’ll see you Monday. Have a good rest of your day.”
Hanging up, I took a minute to just breathe and accept that things were finally starting to look up for me. I wanted more for me and my kids. One break was all I needed, and I was praying like hell this was it.
Three
Royce
Three days had passed since I took care of Walt and his flunkies. I was still pissed and in the dark on who the fuck took my shit. My name alone gave muthafuckas incontinence. Somebody had a problem with me and was too pussy to let it be known who the fuck they were. That was so disrespectful.
Sitting on the couch, I sipped on a stiff glass of L’Essence Courvisier. Cognac tended to help a nigga think before acting irrational. I couldn’t wrap my head around Walt pick and rolling my shit to whoever the fuck he got in bed with. He was a fuckin’ idiot and it showed. Biting the hand that fed you meant you had another hand that was more powerful than mine. I couldn’t lie; a nigga was truly intrigued.
My cell ringing on the coffee table grabbed my attention. Sitting up, I placed my glass on the coaster and picked up the phone screening the call. It was the head of the compound security. I answered immediately. He only called when there was a problem.
“Wassup Nyx?”
“You got four blues on the way down.”
I turned on the tv and flipped to the cameras. Sure enough, twelve was flying down the private road. I smirked knowing whatever they were coming for would be a failed mission like the plenty prior to.
“I got it. Call Senior and tell him wassup. He’ll know what to do,” I instructed before hanging up.
Standing, I casually walked upstairs to my bedroom and slipped on some sweats, a t-shirt, and some tennis shoes. I proceeded to brush my teeth to get that liquor off my tongue then took my ass back downstairs. By the time I hit the bottom step, I had muthafuckas knocking at my door.
“Sage Springs Police Department!”
“Yeah, I know, bitch,” I said as I approached the front door.
Swinging it open, my arch nemesis held up a document as a smile etched across his face. Detective Troy had it bad for me. Hell, if I was being honest, every muthafucka who thought they had authority did.
“Mr. Atkins, it’s good to see you’re home. We have a warrant for your arrest.”
“I really don’t give a fuck what you got, Troy. Get the fuck off my property.”
“I will, but I won’t be leaving alone. Cuff him,” he demanded stepping to the side so the officers he brought with him could do their job.
I took a step back saying, “Don’t touch me.” Troy might’ve been their boss but them niggas stopped dead in their tracks. “What’s the charge?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this one. You’re under arrest for the disappearance of Walter Harris, Ryan Carter, Isaiah Evans, and Gregory Davis. You can’t pay your way out of this one. This time you were sloppy. Like I said, cuff him and read him his rights!”
“Royce. Royce. What we doing?” My lawyer snapping his fingers in my face brought me back to reality.
“You snap in my muthafuckin’ face again and they really gon’ have a charge to stand on. Don’t play with me, Yonnis.”
“You was daydreaming nigga. What else you want me to do? And stop threatening me. We can get down in this muthafucka and you know it,” he countered.
I sat back in my chair and eyed him with annoyance. Yonnis was a friend before he was our lawyer, which was why he was so comfortable talking to me crazy. Much like Striker, he grew up with the fam and stayed close. Me, him, and Striker ran through Sage Spring University like a muthafuckin’ tomb raider. The bitches couldn’t stay off us.
“Get me the fuck out of here, Yonnis. I’m ready to sleep in my own shit nie.”
It had been three months since I been in this muthafucka and quite frankly, I was tired of it. All I heard from Yonnis was to sit tight but I was confused on how much sitting he wanted me to do. He made a quarter mil in thirty days off my family alone. He had to know I wasn’t settling for this shit much longer.
