Page 7 of Bound to a Virgo Menace (BLP Signs of Love #3)

Two Weeks Later

The shrill sound of my phone ringing pulled me from the dream I had of Hevyn. That pissed me off, but the sound of that specific ringer alerted me that trouble had surfaced. It was no one other than Tread. I sat up and snatched my phone off my nightstand.

“Speak,” I directed in my deep and sleepy tone.

Tread’s angry voice filled my ears. He was pissed off to the core.

Somebody had hit one of our weapon’s warehouses.

A lot of shit was taken. Whichever crew it was lost a few men, but one of them survived.

That was all I needed to hear. I already knew what Tread wanted.

He relayed which spot they were at. It was nothing else to say after that.

We ended our call, and I got dressed. I snatched my black bag from under my bed then left my loft.

Minutes later, I was in my truck and close to the warehouse.

I bobbed my head to my playlist because it was slaughter time.

The captive that waited for me ain’t know what was finna hit him, but he damn sure was about to find out.

I pulled up front and parked. The moment our soldiers spotted my ride, them niggas dropped their blunts fast as hell and resumed their security positions. I climbed out and grabbed my bag. My eyes scanned over them before I strolled by and went inside.

All eyes were on me the moment I stepped in, including Tread’s. His eyes were red and angry. I looked away from him and at the floor where five young niggas lay dead. That was what happened when you played a grown man’s game.

As I eased toward the young nigga tied to the chair, I unsheathed my machete. I tossed the covering on the floor, but I never broke eye contact with him. His eyes widened when he saw my machete. I smirked when his fear appeared. I fed off a nigga’s fear.

Niggas had to learn their lessons one way or the other. This was the second time our warehouse was hit. There wasn’t about to be a third time. Once I was within arm’s length of him, I swung my machete fiercely across his chest, slicing his T-shirt and flesh.

“Argh!” The wannabe thug screamed loudly. That was the sound of sweet revenge.

I grabbed his face roughly. “Shut the fuck up, lil nigga. Yo ass wasn’t cryin’ when you broke in and stole our shit. Now listen up, bitch ass nigga. I’m only goin’ to ask once. Who the fuck sent y’all?”

That nigga was goin’ in and out of consciousness from his wound, but I gave no fucks.

“Wake yo’ ass up.” I slapped him a few times before his eyes focused on me. “Speak, nigga.”

“I-It wa-was the RK Gang that sent us,” he stuttered.

“Where the fuck are they located?”

He spat a mouthful of blood on the floor. “All I-I kn-know is that we m-meet at the old mill on Dody Road,” he revealed.

“That’s all I needed.”

I swung my machete and went to work cutting off every limb that nigga had.

His body parts fell to the floor like some LEGO pieces.

He was only a shorty. I had no remorse, though, because this was a dangerous game we all played.

He should’ve thought about that shit before he assumed the responsibilities of a gangsta.

I stepped back and admired my work. When I was done, I turned to Tread.

“You heard what he said?”

“Yeah, man. Good lookin’,” he expressed, still pissed off.

“Cool.” I looked at our foot soldiers that waited for their next directions.

“Throw all their asses in the incinerator. Afterward, I want this place shut down. No more work will take place here. If I catch wind of anything going down here, whoever it is, will find themselves in the incinerator as well. With that being said, transport the remaining product to our closest warehouse. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir!” they agreed in unison.

“Aight.” I looked at Tread. “You ready to roll?”

“Yeah, bro.”

We strolled out the warehouse with our crew handling business. I walked over to his truck with him, and Tread fired up a blunt.

He took a few deep pulls then passed it to me. Tread exhaled smoke from his nose and mouth.

“I don’t know who this new gang is, but I want them niggas dead. They stole hella merchandise from me, and I want my shit back or their lives.”

I nodded and released my smoke. “How you wanna handle this?”

“Now that we know where they’re at, I’m going to blow up the whole building.

We’ll scope it out first and see if we’re able to get our shit back.

If I can’t get our shit back, them niggas won’t have shit either.

I want bombs planted all around that bitch.

” He hit the blunt again after I handed it back.

“I’m down. Send the word when you ready, and I’ll make shit shake. I’m about to get out of here. You straight?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“Aight. Go home and let Bryte make you feel better. We’ll get that money back and revenge.”

He chuckled. “That’s the plan. I’ll get up witchu later.”

“Aight.” We dapped each other. I walked over to my truck and climbed in. My job was done for now. I could focus back on my sleep and my upcoming date with Hevyn.

Tonight was date night. I was slightly nervous because I had to pick Hevyn up from the home she lived in with Mr. and Mrs. Temples.

I’d been in a few situationships, but none of them were serious enough to meet their parents.

I was now in that phase with Hevyn. Mr. Temples was an old-fashioned guy, so none of that honking and she come outside would fly with him.

I shared his sentiment. A woman like Hevyn deserved better than that. I climbed out of my old school car and walked up the few stairs to their home with a bouquet of flowers in hand.

Haylow hooked me up. Magnolias were Hevyn’s favorite flower. I made it to the front door and rang the bell. Seconds later, the door opened, and Mr. Temples stood there like an overprotective papa bear.

His nostrils flared, but his face was expressionless.

Mr. Temples exhaled. “I’m not even going to try and fight this.

I tried fighting Bryte and Tread’s union and look where that got me.

If you genuinely want to be with Hevyn, then do right by her just like Tread does for Bryte and their girls.

Now, I ain’t from the streets like y’all, but I got guns, and I know how to bury a body,” he conveyed in a serious tone.

“Mr. Temples, I am a man of my word. My word and loyalty are all I have. Hevyn is safe with me. She’s the only woman I want.

I know you are aware of Tread’s and my business together, but I’m more than that.

I’m my own man, and I have a couple of legal businesses.

I’ll do right by Hevyn. If you don’t believe anything else that I say, trust that,” I replied.

“I’m going to take your word, son. Give me a reason to trust you.”

“I will, sir.”

A voice cleared behind him. Both Mr. Temples and I gave the person our attention. It was my butterfly. My eyes were glued to Hevyn. She looked so damn pretty. I’d seen fine ass women in my line of work, but they were always dolled up, so it made them look good.

Hevyn was naturally breathtaking. Her long lashes batted at me only.

She always wore this innocent smile, but I sensed there was much more to her.

My eyes trailed over her curly fro that framed her face.

Hevyn was dressed in a light pink and blue striped blouse that tied in the front with the skater skirt to match.

She paired all-white sneakers with her outfit. Damn she had some of the sexiest slim-thick legs I’d ever seen. I wasn’t even a leg man, but shit had surely changed by the way I gawked at her. My eyes went back to her face, and the sight of her glossed lips turned me on.

Hevyn’s lips were full and so thick that all I did was dream of tasting them. Tonight, I’d get lucky. This was our second date, and there was no way I’d be able to sleep without knowing how she tasted. It was a desire I needed fulfilled, and I hoped like hell Hevyn let me have my way.

“Hey, Cache.” She greeted me in her sweet voice.

“Good evening, beautiful. These are for you.” I handed her the flowers.

She took her bouquet happily and inhaled the flowers’ scent. “Mm. I love these. How did you know magnolias were my favorite flowers?”

“A little birdie told me,” I answered.

She grinned.

“I already know who it was.” Hevyn turned and looked at her uncle. “I know you’re worried about me, but I’ll be fine, Uncle.”

He nodded and pulled her in for a tight hug. When he released Hevyn, he looked in her eyes.

“I’m sorry if I’m so overprotective. You look just like my baby sister, and I don't want to lose you either. Go out tonight and have fun, baby girl. You deserve to find love and be loved just like the rest of us.”

Hevyn smiled and sniffled. “Thank you for being the best uncle ever.”

They hugged once more and parted. Hevyn stepped onto the porch, and I looped her arm with mine.

“Ready for a night of fun, butterfly?” I quizzed.

“I am.”

“Let’s go.”

We said our goodnights to Mr. Temples, and I guided her to and in my old school car. Once we were comfortable, I reversed out of their driveway and headed to our date.

“Damn! I can’t believe I let you talk me into getting on this rollercoaster.”

Hevyn chuckled.

“You said it was my turn to choose and that I could do whatever I wanted!” she shouted over the loud screams.

Tonight was our town’s annual carnival, and I decided to bring Hevyn here. I wanted to come with a woman I knew would appreciate this kind of family-friendly fun. Hevyn was that woman. Her smile had been glued on her face since we pulled into the parking lot.

The first thing we did when we arrived was the bumping cars. I loved that game since I was a kid. My mom brought me as a boy. We always had a time together.