Page 44 of Finesse
I ducked as people screamed and ran out of the club. I hid under a table. When I managed to look up, I saw Cam pointing a loaded silver gun at Lexus’s face and he cocked it back. I immediately recognize it as a 9mm.
Lexus just smiled and licked his lips. “You ain’t got the balls to do it, white boy.” He sneered.
Cam smiled. “Funny you say that.” He pointed the gun to Lexus’s crotch and fired off a round. “Neither do you.” As Lexus crouched over in pain, Cam squatted in front of him. I was stunned at how Cameron was could intuit Lexus’s manner, unless he already knew himself.
“Every rock, every benzo, every zanie, I’m getting fifty percent of.” His voice was calm as if he were telling someone what time it was. “If I’m short-changed even just by ten cents, your baby girl is going to be an orphan.” He got up and motioned his boys over to Lexus. They dragged him out.
I stayed hidden under a table, paralyzed. That’s what Cam was doing? He was the son of a Senator! Why in the hell did he need to get caught up in the drug game? I swear rich white boys and their boredom is a thing to behold.
Cam looked around and didn’t see me before he hurriedly left. “Where’s Tay?” He shouted to someone.
“I don’t know.” Que answered. “I haven’t seen her.”
“Find her.” Cameron barked.
I heard silence and then the sirens. I quickly escaped through a back entrance and took the long way home back to my apartment.
I’m dating a drug dealer. A freaking drug dealer. Actually, no, I’m not dating a drug dealer. A drug dealer would stand by a corner and hustle rock. I’m dating adrug lordand that’s a special type of dangerous.
Who knows what connects Cameron has all over the world? I kept hearing hushed murmurs about Colombia and Mexico, but I didn’t think Cameron was a part of that. Then again, I didn’t know what Cameron’s true power was up until a minute ago.
The type of man who has pursued me in the past and the type of man I never gave two thoughts about, I was currently in love with. I want no parts of that lifestyle. I want no parts ofhim.
And now that I’ve seen what Cam was capable of, how could I break up with him without the thought of him possibly killing me? My daddy owns a coffee shop; will Cam and his boys make my daddy’s business a new target?
As I turned the corner and headed home, I wouldn’t have to wait for my answer. Right there in front of me, leaning on the side of his slick BMW, was Cameron.
Nineteen
“Taylor,” Cameron ran towards me and before he could wrap his arms around me, I stopped him. “Baby, it’s me.”
“No,” I shake my head and step back from him. He was still dressed in his casual business attire of suit with an open collar. If I didn’t want to fight him, I would’ve definitely would’ve loved to fuck him.
Now I’m not sure if I should be afraid of him. “I don’t know who the hell you are.” He still looked surprised. “Boy, don’t.”
“Tay, baby…” He stepped closer to me and I stopped him again. “Tay, listen…I need to explain everything.”
“Go for it.” I folded my arms. “My boyfriend just threatened to kill one of the biggest drug lords in Atlanta. He saw us together, Cam. He’s going to come after me! He’s going to kill you!”
“No, he won’t.” He shook his head and his deep voice was calm like a sunny morning. “Everyone knows you’re off-limits.”
“I’m off-limits, but apparently that man and his girlfriend aren’t?” This boy must think I’m the mayor, Boo-Boo, of the town, Foolville. “Just no.”
Cameron briefly looked up at the starry sky and back down to me. “Everyone knows you belong to me. They know not to mess with you, your family, or your friends. They know.”
The way Cameron spoke was different. He wasn’t a lackey following orders; he was a man who gave them. It didn’t take long for me to connect the dots. “You’re a drug lord.” He remained quiet but the silence was all the confirmation I needed. “You run this town.”
It all started to make sense. Cameron didn’t join a gang; he created a partnership. Everyone answered to him. He always had loads of cash and it was because of the sales he was bringing in.
The weekend trip to New York. The shopping sprees. The chartered private jet. My whole wardrobe is nothing but designer because his was. The bracelet he gave me was more than just a nice piece of jewelry. He wanted everyone to know who owned this.
And I fell for it – hook, line, and sinker.
I sat down on the curb as I tried to process everything. “You’re a young, successful criminal, Cam.”
“That I am.” He sits beside me. “I own several buildings, a restaurant, and have my hand in a few car dealerships. I have a contact at the local port, and a few at different mortuaries throughout the city.” He lets out a sigh. “What else do you want to know?”
It was an enterprise. A well-connected and thoroughly ran enterprise. All of the business ventures made sense; no one would think about searching a morgue for drugs or even a restaurant.
