Page 91 of Arris, Jayme & Dyani
“What?” Dyani did a double take in my direction. “Who was it?”
“I don’t know. He said he’d update us when we got home.”
“Of course he did.” Dyani rolled her eyes with fake annoyance. “How’d he sound though?”
“Well, I talked to him before he actually saw it but he seemed like he was excited and ready to take care of business.”
“He’s always ready to take care of business,” Dyani said.
I shrugged. “True.”
“I hope whoever it was is ready for whatever hell that man is ready to release on them.”
I whistled and shook my head. If Dyani thought the fight Arris had with Darryl was bad, she didn’t want to see what would go down when Arris caught someone who had targeted him and the way he made his living.
Arris prided himself on being a provider for not just Blake, but me as well, and anyone who tried to stop his bag was someone he had no respect for and never ending beef.
Shit was going to get crazy with the Bedford Boys and something about that put me on edge. The gangs were supposed to put shit aside and be neutral for the streetball tournament and shit and I wasn’t sure what that would look like if Arris called himself going to shoot up the block for disrespect.
When Dyani and I got back to my place, Arris was already there with Blake. He hopped up to meet us at the door and hugged us both.
“Well y’all look beautiful.”
“Thank you, baby.” I kissed him quickly and slid out of his hold to kick my shoes off and get to Blake.
I collapsed onto the couch and held my arms open to Blake. He walked over and I hugged him and kissed along his face until he squealed and pushed away from me. I let him go and smiled when he went over to Dyani to hug her too.
“Blake,” Arris said quietly. “Do you want to show Dyani the picture you made in class today?”
“Yeah.” He grabbed Dyani’s hand in his. “Come on. It’s in my room!” he said excitedly.
“Okay.”
Dyani let Blake lead her toward his room and Arris walked around the couch to collapse beside me.
“Did you just send Dyani off on purpose?” I asked.
“Mhm.” He pulled his phone out and tapped the screen a few times before handing it to me.
It took a few seconds for me to realize I was looking at security footage. It took me three times as long to realize who was breaking into the tattoo shop.
Fucking Reena.
“You’re kidding?” I scoffed.
“Nah.” He took his phone from me and locked it.
“That bitch thinks I beat her ass the last two times?” I chuckled darkly. “When I see that hoe, I’m going to cave her face in.”
“No,” Arris said. “You’re not. I don’t want you to get involved. I don’t want you to say shit to her and I damn sure don’t want you to beat her ass. I want you to just keep shit business as usual. Keep focused on Blake, Dyani, and work and I’ve got the rest.”
“Arris—”
“Promise me you’re going to let me take care of this shit as I see fit.” I rolled my eyes. Arris gripped my jaw and turned myhead toward him. “Jayme,” he said softly. “I’m serious. Let me do what I do.”
I looked up at him. He locked eyes with me. I deflated and nodded.
“Alright, Arris. I’ll stay out of it.”
