Chapter 40 Two Hours
BIG KAI
I placed my flowers on it, staring at the coffin as I stood still.
I placed my hand on the coffin, recalling the last time I spoke to him.
I told him to watch over my kid and his nanny.
Still don't know how he let them out, leaving only him in the car.
I moved my eyes to his picture on the coffin. He is dressed in his suit without a smile on his face.
I nodded slightly.
"Those folks paid with their motherfucking lives, Max. Your boss made sure of that."
I stared at him one last time before turning away.
I looked towards his parents and wife who are seated in the front seat.
They are sobbing painfully.
I walked towards them.
They all stood on their feet.
"My condolences, sir, ma'am. He was a devoted employee. But trust me, justice has been served."
His parents nodded.
"Thank you, Big Kai." His dad said as he held his wife.
"Thank you," Max's widow said.
I gave Caleb a sign.
He walked towards me with three big brown envelopes in his hand.
I picked one and handed it to the father. Another to the mother and then the widow.
"That won't bring back your boy. But please accept it as a little token from me."
They nodded slightly.
"Thank you, sir." the father said.
"You are a good man, Big Kai. My boy has said a lot of good things about you. The lord bless you for fighting for our race. It is just too bad he had to go so early" the mother said, sobbing. Her husband held her close, consoling her as she covered her nose with her white napkin.
"As long as justice is served," the widow spoke up. "My max will rest in peace," she said boldly.
I nodded. "Indeed, he will."
NIGHT HOURS.....
KINCAID MANSION......
Walking along the hall dressed in my grey sweatpants and black tank top, my hands inside my pockets, I approached my shorty's room.
I have missed her today.
My son too.
Her mostly.
Alright both.
Still her mostly.
I got back a few minutes ago because I had to stop by the hood to check up on the others who got injured like I did while dealing with that white motherfucker who thinks they can fucking cross me.
Reeko is fit like I am but a few of the boys are still recovering.
Luckily, none of them died. Just injured as we should.
Those white motherfuckers are no ordinary people. Then have a lot of security guards.
Well, guess what, I am no different.
I am no ordinary nigga either.
I got to my shorty's room. It is locked as always.
I took out my personal key and unlocked it.
I walked into the room and found no one.
Yeah, she and my kid are in the bathroom.
She is getting him ready for bed.
I closed the door quietly and put my hand back into my pocket as I looked around me.
The room is well arranged unlike the last time I saw them on the screen playing hard and messing the room up.
I guess she arranged it.
The bathroom door opened, taking my attention.
She is saying meaningless happy things to my kid as she walks out of the bathroom.
Lil dude laughed at her jokes till her eyes moved to me.
She flinched and froze, staring at me with wide eyes.
Shorty must have been wondering how I usually get into her room without her notice.
Baby, it's my damn house.
I can get into any room whenever I want.
Your room happens to be my favorite.
I took slow steps towards, surprisingly seeking that concerned look in her eyes like before.
But something tells me I won't be able to find them anytime soon.
She took a step back as I approached.
I continued approaching her.
She continued moving back.
I chuckled. "We finna do this all day, shorty."
We walked around the room till her back met the wall.
Sweet.
I rested my hands on the wall, trapping her.
My kid played with her hair, ignoring me.
Yeah, good thing, lil dude. Focus on your plaything.
Daddy wants your pretty nanny.
She moved her face away, shutting her eyes just like she did in the kitchen.
I reached for her face, caressing her cheek with the back of my fingers.
She tensed up, looking uneasy.
My eyes roamed her body in the same attire from this morning.
She is about to put my kid to bed and then go back to the bathroom and do her thing.
Even get dressed in there.
I have a camera on the mirror but sometimes she doesn't dress in front of the mirror.
This white thing is making me lose control.
I wanna do a lot to her.
This time not just fuck her.
But a lot.
A whole fucking package.
I moved my hand down to her neck, aiming for her chest.
"Leave me alone," she almost whispered.
I stopped moving my hand.
She looked at me momentarily and nervously.
I grabbed her face, forcing her eyes on me.
"No.... please." She begged, closing her eyes.
Damn, shorty.
Beg me to go on. Not stop, damn it.
She closed her eyes, shuddering.
Lil Kai hit my hand, making me look at him.
He is looking at me and hitting my hand.
I scoffed.
Whoa.
I released her face, making her whimper.
Lil Kai wrapped his hands around her neck and rested his head on her shoulder, making me raise my brows.
No Shit, lil dude.
I get it, she is yours.
Ish.
I scoffed as I moved my eyes to her.
She is holding onto him, looking a bit terrified.
I took a few steps back, still staring at her.
I walked out of the room, feeling a bit annoyed as I headed towards my room.
I walked into my room and headed towards my desk.
I picked up my bottle of whiskey and took a huge gulp.
I moved towards my laptop and sat in my seat as her room displayed on my screen.
She placed Lil Kai in the crib and covered him with his duvet.
I took another gulp from my bottle while staring at the screen.
She walked towards the bathroom and closed the door. I switched to the bathroom, hoping for a view.
She walked past the mirror while taking off her dress.
I gritted my teeth I saw nothing but clothes flinging past.
I took another gulp.
And another.
And another.
Before wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
I am running out of patience, white girl.
I am fucking running out of patience.
NEXT DAY........
ISADORA'S ROOM......
I stood beside the new doctor, watching as he worked on Isadora who was asleep and receiving a drip into her system.
I took out my phone and scrolled through, viewing emails from my last business deal.
I put my phone back into my pocket as I returned my gaze to Isadora.
The bitch is not improving.
If she is not gonna recover soon, I am tossing her ass out to some nuthouse.
I fucking mean it.
"How is she, doc?"
The doctor put down his stethoscope.
"Fine. She is responding to treatment positively."
I furrowed my brows at him as he continued his work.
"For real?"
He looked at me and nodded.
"Yeah."
I raised my brows. "I wasn't expecting that answer."
"Trust me, she will be completely fine in no time," he said, facing his work.
I huffed. "She better be. She has a kid to take care of."
Cause that kid is preventing me from doing stuff.
He needs to be with his mother while I....
The sight of something on the bed with other medical equipment caught my attention.
It was a white substance in a wrap.
The heck?
I picked up and raised it a bit.
"The fuck is this?"
The doctor looked at the substance.
"Oh, that's Hypnotics."
"As in sleeping drug?"
"Yeah, you can call it that." He said, smiling.
"That's what you gave her right?"
"Yeah. It is meant to keep her calm and make her sleep so I can treat her" he said.
I hummed, staring at the substance.
"So um, how long is she going to sleep for?" I asked, looking at the doctor.
"I am almost done. She will wake up in an hour or less. So say, three hours if you use the right dose for the exact time you want the person to stay asleep for."
I raised my brows, smirking as I stared at the substance.
I put it in my pocket along with my hands, letting out a fulfilling sigh.
"So, doc, what's the right dose for two hours?"