Page 41 of Don't Kross Me
Shakily, Remedy nodded her head. It was a lot to digest, but it seemed like he had all his bases covered. Prior to this, he had already hired some men to install a safe into the office wall and hook the shop up with a top-of-the-line surveillance system. The back door was right in the office, so none of her barbers were going to see any of the drops that would be made. She managed to find a way to keep her daddy’s shop running and make some easy and fast money on the side. This was a miracle!
After discussing a few more things, Kross excused himself to go grab whoever was pulled in next to him in the Ford pick-up. Moments later, a stocky man who stood at a staggering height of six-foot-four entered the office alongside Kross. Remedy couldn’t help but admire his long dreads that hung down to his waist. He reminded her so much of her father.
“This is Dee. He’s gone be your muscle,” Kross introduced the two.
Remedy offered her hand to Dee, and they shook hands. Kross took the duffle bag Dee had carried inside and sat it on the table. Once he unzipped it, her eyes couldn’t help but widen at the amount of work that was packed into it. The bricks of pure white were all wrapped tightly in saran wrap. Kross and Dee did a count before they stocked up the safe for her. Once they weredone, he instructed Dee to go post up so he could have a moment with Remedy.
“You cool? This shit not too much for you, is it?” he asked her while his fingers stroked his beard.
“I’m good. Just waiting on my funds.” She hiked her brow up at him.
Amused by her straightforwardness, Kross chuckled. “Don’t worry about your paper. I’ll drop it off later tonight when you closing.”
A stale look etched her face when she realized she wasn’t getting the money he promised straight out the gate. “See, now you playing with me.”
“Never that, shawty. How was I supposed to know you wouldn’t be on bullshit today? You be tripping out every other day. I wasn’t about to be riding around the hood with fifteen racks for no reason.”
“About my money, I don’t be on bullshit. Make sure you have my shit tonight, or I’ll raise hell,” she warned him with a devious look in her eye.
Kross knew just from dealing with her crazy ass tripping out on him before she was capable of raising hell like she threatened, but still, he found her amusing. He wasn’t intimidated by her in the slightest.
“You gone get enough of talking to me crazy like that,” he challenged with a smirk etched in his handsome face.
With a roll of her eyes, she waved him off before opening the door and motioning for him to make his way out. “Yeah, whatever, nigga.”
“You need some dick,” he outwardly mentioned without an ounce of care about how crude he came off.
His bold claim caused her to gasp in shock and slam the door shut since Dee wasn’t standing too far away and heard exactlywhat he said. Whipping around to face him, she shot him a cold look through her narrowed eyes.
“I know you ain’t been getting none ‘cause you walk around this bitch ready to snap at anybody for the smallest shit,” he said, reading her from cover to cover.
She fused her hand onto her curvaceous hip while looking up at him and shooting daggers with her eyes. “Nigga, you don’t know what fuck I got going on, and you don’t know what the fuck I need.”
Another chuckle dispelled out of him. “I know ain’t no way in hell you letting that pussy-ass nigga who be roughing you up drop dick inside you. Be real, Remedy. Youneedthat attitude fucked right up outta’ you.”
His deep oak eyes peered right into her amber ones as his baritone voice and slick Florida accent sounded through her ears. In denial, she clenched the walls of her pussy, internally not wanting to give Kross the satisfaction of wetting up her panties. She felt herself getting hot despite her position right under the vent that provided central cooling within the office.
Before he committed himself to Cassie, he was a ladies’ man and knew exactly when he had a shawty ready to fold. It was clear as day that he had her flustered, and that only stroked his ego more. She was at a loss for words, and he basked in the fact that he finally got her to shut the fuck up. He took a seat at the edge of the desk in the office and grabbed her hand to pull her close. They were so close that she could smell the mint gum he indulged in on his cool breath. Too close for her to bear the electric current that sparked her body, she took a step back.
“Listen, shawty. Whenever you need a nigga to release some of that pressure?” She was still within arm’s reach of him, so he reached down and slowly dragged his cold fingertips along the backs of her exposed thighs. All the hairs on the back of her neckshot up as a chill ran down her spine. “—let me know and I got you.”
The light touch he was gracing her thigh with caused her breath to get stuck in her throat briefly. This nigga was dangerous, and Remedy was tempted to dive right into the ocean of risky waters that wasKross Hunter.
Before she could muster up the strength to utter anything in return, he stood up and exited the room. He left her with nothing but his words replaying in her mind, his intoxicating cologne flowing through her nostrils, and some wet panties.
Chapter Eighteen
Kross’ eyes surveyed the cleaned and renovated unit on the lot he purchased in Pompano. He got a call from the contractor that two buildings of the four-building complex he acquired were ready for operation. That was like music to his ears because he had been dying to set up shop right across the street from the Zone 7 Disciples.
He had a hook up with a privately-owned contracting business and was able to rig a pulley system between the upstairs and downstairs unit within the building so his crew could move work and money without having to exit either unit to get to the other. The court system let the wrong motherfucka’ sit and plot for seven years straight. Now, he had come up with ways to trap way better and smarter than before. With an accomplished smirk etched on his handsome face, Kross exited the building, making sure to lock up both units.
As he made his way to his car, he was able to catch sight of the Zone 7 territory. He was getting to the point where he pitied them. They had yet to spin back on him after he spun on them on two separate occasions—once by himself, and once with his whole crew. Their quietness told him one of two things: they were either scrambling, scared as fuck, or they were laying low,plotting so they could spin on him when he least expected it. Whichever one it was, Kross wasn’t worried about shit. He kept his head on a swivel.
After pulling off the lot, he rode the interstate for an hour all the way back to Miami. He intended to get back to the city before Aniyis went to bed, but with the traffic he was facing, the roads were backed up, so he opted on a FaceTime call instead of showing up at Raq's house too late.
Behind the wheel, Kross took the chance of driving and making a call to his son. A smile graced his face as soon as Aniyis’ face filled the screen.
“What’s up, big man?”
