Page 84 of Adonis Gates

“What?” he asked when he noticed me staring.

“Were there women in your section last night?”

“Zig and Deek had some hoes in there, why?”

“Bonita and her friends were talking about it when I was leaving out. Franny said she got to talk to you for a second.”

“If talking to me is me telling her to get the fuck on, then she ain’t lied.”

I chuckled before taking a bite of my food. “I knew you didn’t entertain her.”

“Facts,” he nodded. “Even if I didn’t fuck with you, I damn sure would never fuck with any of those busted ass bitches.”

“I know, baby.” I smiled. “I didn’t even bother telling them that because they already know.”

“Word. And you think I don’t know them hoes tryna play in yo’ face?” he smirked. “You know your nigga ain’t a stupid one, right?”

“I do know that,” I agreed before kissing him.

“Aight then. Start the movie back up.”

Doing as I was told; I restarted the movie and enjoyed the night with my man. I was still in pain, but it didn’t even matter because I was with him. He’d gotten me a new heating pad that worked a whole lot better than my old one, and he gave me a nice massage after dinner. Though I knew it was impossible, it seemed like Adonis was just what I needed to make me feel better on my worst days.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Adonis.

“Ay,” I stuck my head in AP’s room. He was on his bed reading a book that Jru’s dad had recommended he read,You Owe Youby Eric Thomas.

He glanced up at me and said, “what’s up?”

“I gotta peel for a minute,” I let him know. “Jru’s asleep. Don’t leave this house, Apollo.”

“I’m not,” he replied.

“Aight, she cooked so eat and shower before I get back.”

“Where you goin’?” he asked, looking over my attire.

“Just got a move to make. I won’t be gone long.”

He nodded and went back to reading his book, so I closed his door and headed out. I had Greg grab me a lil’ throw away whip, an old ass Toyota Camry, that had a scrubbed VIN and duped plates since I needed to be incognito for the night.

I ducked out of my apartment the back way before going to scoop Zig and Deek from the dock where we kept the trucks. They had a shipment come in, so they were getting that put away before we did our thing for the night.

Once they were in the car, I called Vado to let him know I was on the way. I’d gotten all the bread back from Brock’s offshoreaccount, so I was taking the shit to him. We needed to chop it up anyway.

I spoke to G and some of the other niggas that were inside the shop before making my way to the back. When I entered his office, I sat the bag on his desk.

“What’s this?” he asked, eyeing the bag.

“Bread that Brock took,” I answered. “You were in the game when he did the shit, so it’s yours.” I pushed it toward him. “It’s a lil’ under half a mil.”

Demetri found another account he’d been depositing money in from one of Vado’s other businesses, so I had him wipe that one too.

“I see.” He unzipped the bag and scanned its contents then pushed it back toward me. “You keep it.”

My brows furrowed. “What? Naw, man,” I shook my head. “This yo’ bread.”