Chapter 53 Adorable Resistance
BIG KAI
She stared at me with terror in her eyes.
She and my kid were sleeping peacefully, it was beyond good and I loved the sight but I also had to satisfy the need of seeing her eyes.
It's been forty-eight hours.
I had her in my mind all through those hours.
She glued herself to the headboard like it would open up and hide her from me.
"Wha.... What are you.....I can't give you what you want." she stuttered, moving her hand to my kid's hand.
That's adorable.
To think the little guy could protect you from me. How cute.
Well, I am not here for anything other than to see your face, shawty.
I was having fun dealing with sum motherfuckers who tried to invade my hood.
But you were at the back of my mind.
I walked around the bed, moving towards her.
She shuddered as she shifted on the bed.
I moved closer to her.
"Go away," she almost muttered.
Damn, if only she knew how hard her constant resistance makes me.
I reached for her, making her move away a bit.
I withdraw my hand and put it in my pockets, staring at her shuddering state.
I should go.
We will see tomorrow.
I walked around the bed and towards the door.
I headed out of her room.
I walked along the hallway, heading towards my room as I undid the remaining buttons of my shirt.
I flexed muscles to do away with fucking aches but it was of no use.
I need my fucking jacuzzi right now. A whole bottle of whiskey.
So motherfucker came into my hood yesterday and caused a lot of trouble.
Reeko couldn't reach me so he had to go through Caleb.
I didn't even change the minute Caleb gave me an update. I drove us down to Bricktown.
Fucking niggas think they could play Big Kai.
I gave them consequences to drink.
It took me forty-eight hours before everything was settled. Actually, it took me ten hours. The rest I had to stay and watch over the hood.
I made sure it was safe before coming back.
You can't mess with me. You mess with my people, you mess with me.
And I am allergic to mercy.
I can't tell how many niggas I killed but if you ask me, probably closer to a hundred or more.
I don't count shits.
I got to my room and walked into it. I closed the door behind me before taking off my black shirt as I walked towards my desk where my bottle of whiskey is.
I picked it up, opened it, and gulped.
I lowered the bottle and let out breaths as I reached for my laptop. I opened it and turned it on.
I took more gulps of my whiskey, taking in the delightful taste as it eased the fucking aches.
Most of the aches are coming from my injured temples.
I lowered the bottle and touched my temples.
I felt the liquid.
I am still bleeding.
I took another gulp of my drink and lowered my bottle before pressing the keyboard.
My shawty's room appeared.
She is still awake, but still in the same position close to my kid.
I took my drink as I continued staring at her.
I know she is my new obsession. But I didn't expect to miss her that much in just forty-eight hours.
I just came in and her room was the first place I went to. Rowland was there as instructed.
I don't trust anyone around her. Imani and Isadora are capable of hurting her.
Isadora most especially.
Her getting hurt is a rage I don't want to access.
I could kill anyone who tries that fucking shit.
I picked up the laptop and headed towards my bathroom.
I finna have a jacuzzi treat while drowning in my whiskey and watching my shawty.
NEXT DAY.......
LIVING ROOM.....
"Boss," Tyrell's familiar voice called as I scrolled through my phone, reading the news about the multiple men who were killed.
Thanks to me.
The new day can't be any brighter without their fucking news. They give meaning to the fucking day.
I am currently seated on my favorite couch, dressed in a white shirt with the first three buttons left open and black pants. The day should be a busy one but I decided to take today off and have some rest.
Play with my shawty and more.
"The shipment starts tomorrow," Tyrell said, making me look at him.
"Tomorrow?"
He nodded.
"Boy, what the....." I paused. "What fucking shipment?"
"Luther's"
I scoffed. "What happened to yesterday?"
"We ain't got enough resources to ship, boss. That's why I suggested we do it tomorrow."
"You have got to be kidding me," I said, looking away from him.
I returned my eyes to him.
He is standing there like a fucking moron.
"Boy, I let you handle those businesses for me because you fucking smart. But it's beginning to look like you ain't got brains no more."
He lowered his gaze.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"I apologize, boss," he said without looking at me.
"Fuck that shit. You want me to fire your new dumb ass?"
He looked at me.
"I can do that shit. I don't care who you is, boy. My fucking cousin or brother, I don't give a damn! I don't fuck with my money."
He lowered his gaze.
"You fucking playin' with me?"
"No boss. I'mma fix it."
"You better. Or you will be back in the pit hole where I picked you from. Get the fuck outta my sight." I ordered, returning my gaze to my phone.
"No, no, Tyrell." Imani interrupted, making me look at her. She is walking towards me while holding Tyrell's hand.
"You stay, dear cousin." She said.
Tyrell snatched his hand from hers gently.
Imani chuckled and looked at me.
"Hello, brother," she said with a smile. She is dressed as always for work but still isn't at work by this time.
How interesting.
I let out a sigh.
"Imani, what the fuck do you want?"
She hummed. "Well, brother, I know you and I have not been on good terms lately but I have something for you that will make us buddies again."
I rolled my eyes tiredly. "The fuck you on about? And what the fuck is you still doing here, Tyrell? Get on with my fucking job."
Tyrell attempted to walk away but Imani held him back again.
What the....
"Imani, what the fuck is your problem?" Tyrell snapped.
Imani chuckled. "You are about to find out."
"Imani,"
She looked at me with that cheeky smile.
"What is it?" I asked.
Next, Isadora approached with Naomi following her behind.
"Papi, you called," Isadora said with a smile as she approached me dressed in a short tight blue dress.
I furrowed my brows.
She reached for a hug the minute she got closer.
I raised my hand, stopping her halfway.
"I didn't fucking call you."
"Huh? Then who did?" she asked.
"Oh I did," Imani said, making us look at her.
"Excuse me?" Isadora asked.
Imani smirked at her.
"Naomi, you fucking told me the boss sent for me," Isadora said.
"Well, she was following instructions. Besides, your presence is needed here." Imani said.
"Imani, get the fuck out of my sight if you ain't got sumthin' to say," I ordered.
Isadora scoffed, folding her hands.
"A few minutes, Kai. Just a few minutes," she said, moving her palm to Naomi while smiling at me.
Naomi placed a white envelope on Imani's palm.
What the fuck is....
"In here," Imani raised the envelope a bit. "Is the result of Lil Kai's paternity test."
"What?" Isadora blurted, making me look at her.
She is staring at Imani with an unexplainable shock on her face.
"What the fuck do you mean, you bitch?"
"You heard me," Imani said.
I looked at her.
Her eyes moved to me.
"Kai. I am your sister and only true family," she said, moving her eyes to Tyrell and then back to me.
"I live just to look out for you but you doubt me all the time."
"Imani," I snarled. "The fuck are you talking about? I give you a second to make some fucking sense."
"Of course." She said, smiling. She moved her eyes to Isadora and then to me.
I glared at her.
"Lil Kai is not your son."
I froze.
"Shut the fuck up, Imani!" Isadora burst out. "Papi, that's not true."
"Tyrell here is his real father," Imani added.
My heart tightened as I stared at nowhere in particular.
"The fuck?" Tyrell's voice made my blood boil.
This.....
This shit better be a fucking joke!