One Night Changes Everything

Chapter 18

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Carter

"It's been a long time; I'm surprised you even came down here to see me. This could be a danger to your life." I looked at Marcel when he came in my office.

"You know how it is Carter. I'm far from worried about my safety. Especially when I have the information I do."

"What kind of information? We haven't spoken in years, the last time we were in the same room we were discussing that truce that you're trying to break. You're really trying my patience Marcel."

"This isn't even about the truce. Sure I may have come on your territory a couple of times. You've been doing the same thing."

"The fuck is you talking about? I haven't been over that way in years."

"You haven't but your son has."

"What?"

"Both of your boys were in my house last week looking for my daughter. I don't know what kind of sick game you're playing but you're doing it with the wrong fuckin' one Carter."

"I don't even know where to find your daughter. I haven't seen either of them since they were born and you know that,"

"So explain to me how and why the fuck your son came in my house talking about he's married to Promise." I looked up at him confused when he said that.

"Promise? Wait a minute, what does your daughter look like? About 5'7 blue hair?"

"Yeah, don't act like you didn't know. You're bringing my kids into this shit and it's not about to a fuckin' game."

"First of all you need to release all that base up out your voice. I didn't know she was your daughter. If I did I damn sure wouldn't want my son around her."

"Yeah right,"

"The fuck do I need to lie for? I'm holding my end of the fucking truce; you're the one on that extra shit. Put it like this Marcel, I don't know shit about your daughter or what my son is doing with her. I will be finding out though, in the meantime you can get the fuck out my office and stay yo ass off my blocks."

He gave me his famous crooked smile before walking out of my office. Sitting up I crashed fist down on my desk. What the fuck was Major thinking?

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Major

"You feel better?" I asked Promise when she came back in her room.

"Not really."

"What's wrong?"

"My head hurts, my stomach hurts, and I feel like dying." She whined pulling the covers over her head when laid down.

"I told you to take some medicine ma,"

"No, I hate medicine. It's gross,"

"So what are you going to do? Sit here and stay sick?"

"Yup, it'll go away eventually."

"Aight ma whatever you say," I chuckled getting off the bed. "I'll be right back I have to go handle some shit with my father."

"A drop?"

"Nah he said he wanted to talk to me or some shit. Call me if you need anything."

"Mhm turn my light off," I kissed her forehead then walked out the room.

I don't know what the hell my pops wanted but it had to be serious if he called me to his office, usually I'll just see him at the house. The tone of his voice told me something was off too. Whatever it was it couldn't be good.