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shit. Me asking her to help was to cover my own ass, but this shit was even better. I could use her dumb ass without her even knowing, and eventually she’d lead me right to his stash. I smiled at my revelation. This shit was gon’ be too easy.
Brick
The smell of coffee and lavender annoyingly greeted my nose as I walked into Richard’s new firm. It had taken me a few days to get the location due to him only dealing with high profile clients now. The chinky-eyed receptionist looked at me and licked her plump lips before greeting me. I ignored her and looked around the waiting area. Expensive ass artwork adorned the walls, cream-colored marble tile decorated the floor, and the chairs he had lined against the beige wall had the thickest cushions ever. I could already see that he wasted no time and spared no expense when he spent my money. The longer I stood there and looked around, the more pissed off I got.
Totally disregarding the thirsty bitch in front of me, I began walking to the back.
“Sir! You can't go back there! Mr. Herrington is on a very important business call!” she yelled out as she chased after me.
I gritted my teeth and counted to ten as I kept walking. If she knew what was best for her, she would sit her ass down and shut the fuck up talking to me. As soon as I found the door to his office, I opened it and walked in like I owned the place. Richard was standing in the window with his back facing me. I sat in one of the comfortable chairs that sat across from his desk and waited. After almost two minutes, he turned around. When he saw me, his phone fell from his hands and his usually perfectly tanned skin was pale as fuck. I had my answer without even having to open my mouth.
“M...Mr. Donovan! What a surprise!” he stammered as he sat in his seat. I noticed that he wouldn't look me in the eye.
“You nervous ‘bout something, Rich? You ain’t looking too hot, man.”
“Not at all! I just wasn't expecting you so soon.”
“I see you’re getting money now, huh? You done left Michigan and moved on to the Chi! That’s what’s up. How’d you manage that in a year, Richard?”
A lump formed in his throat, and I watched as he struggled to swallow it. “You’d be surprised at how many investors were willing to hop on board. Chicago seemed like the perfect business move with the whole ‘Chiraq’ thing going,” he chuckled.
I stood up and began looking around his office once again. “It’s amazing what $90,000 can buy. Ain’t it?” He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short when I pulled him out his seat and roughly hemmed him up against the wall. “I want you to think twice before you lie to my fucking face, Rich.” His face was now red, and fear flashed in his eyes. “I paid you forty g’s to get me off, and gave you fifty to bribe the judge. A little birdie told me my proposition never even reached Judge Hackney,” I laughed a little. “Can you explain to me how the FUCK I ended up getting sentenced to five years!?”
“Bryce…”
“Mr. Donovan muthafucka,” I growled.
“Mr. Donovan please…please allow me to clear things up.”
If he wasn't saying he had my money right now, then I ain’t give a fuck about what he had to say. It sure as hell wouldn't change shit.
“When I come back in two weeks, there better be $90,000 waiting on me.”
“How am I supposed to come up with that much money in two weeks?” His voice had gone up an octave, and if this bastard hadn’t stolen my damn money, I probably would have found the shit funny.
“I don’t give a fuck how you get it.”
I walked out his office and slammed the door behind me. The thought of just killing him crossed my mind, but I wanted what belonged to me. I couldn't speak on what would happen after I got my money. There was no telling what I was gonna do to that muthafucka.
I climbed into my Charger and sat for a moment. Instantly thoughts of Lyric ran through my mind. Shit, to be honest,
Brick
The smell of coffee and lavender annoyingly greeted my nose as I walked into Richard’s new firm. It had taken me a few days to get the location due to him only dealing with high profile clients now. The chinky-eyed receptionist looked at me and licked her plump lips before greeting me. I ignored her and looked around the waiting area. Expensive ass artwork adorned the walls, cream-colored marble tile decorated the floor, and the chairs he had lined against the beige wall had the thickest cushions ever. I could already see that he wasted no time and spared no expense when he spent my money. The longer I stood there and looked around, the more pissed off I got.
Totally disregarding the thirsty bitch in front of me, I began walking to the back.
“Sir! You can't go back there! Mr. Herrington is on a very important business call!” she yelled out as she chased after me.
I gritted my teeth and counted to ten as I kept walking. If she knew what was best for her, she would sit her ass down and shut the fuck up talking to me. As soon as I found the door to his office, I opened it and walked in like I owned the place. Richard was standing in the window with his back facing me. I sat in one of the comfortable chairs that sat across from his desk and waited. After almost two minutes, he turned around. When he saw me, his phone fell from his hands and his usually perfectly tanned skin was pale as fuck. I had my answer without even having to open my mouth.
“M...Mr. Donovan! What a surprise!” he stammered as he sat in his seat. I noticed that he wouldn't look me in the eye.
“You nervous ‘bout something, Rich? You ain’t looking too hot, man.”
“Not at all! I just wasn't expecting you so soon.”
“I see you’re getting money now, huh? You done left Michigan and moved on to the Chi! That’s what’s up. How’d you manage that in a year, Richard?”
A lump formed in his throat, and I watched as he struggled to swallow it. “You’d be surprised at how many investors were willing to hop on board. Chicago seemed like the perfect business move with the whole ‘Chiraq’ thing going,” he chuckled.
I stood up and began looking around his office once again. “It’s amazing what $90,000 can buy. Ain’t it?” He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut short when I pulled him out his seat and roughly hemmed him up against the wall. “I want you to think twice before you lie to my fucking face, Rich.” His face was now red, and fear flashed in his eyes. “I paid you forty g’s to get me off, and gave you fifty to bribe the judge. A little birdie told me my proposition never even reached Judge Hackney,” I laughed a little. “Can you explain to me how the FUCK I ended up getting sentenced to five years!?”
“Bryce…”
“Mr. Donovan muthafucka,” I growled.
“Mr. Donovan please…please allow me to clear things up.”
If he wasn't saying he had my money right now, then I ain’t give a fuck about what he had to say. It sure as hell wouldn't change shit.
“When I come back in two weeks, there better be $90,000 waiting on me.”
“How am I supposed to come up with that much money in two weeks?” His voice had gone up an octave, and if this bastard hadn’t stolen my damn money, I probably would have found the shit funny.
“I don’t give a fuck how you get it.”
I walked out his office and slammed the door behind me. The thought of just killing him crossed my mind, but I wanted what belonged to me. I couldn't speak on what would happen after I got my money. There was no telling what I was gonna do to that muthafucka.
I climbed into my Charger and sat for a moment. Instantly thoughts of Lyric ran through my mind. Shit, to be honest,
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