PIERCE

14

An uneventful week passes by, and I'm glad it's finally over. Friday is finally here. Took its time though. I hate to admit it, but my students keep impressing me. After Beth's meltdown in class, we went on with the initial plan, and to my surprise, only one student fell beneath my pass mark. I expected half of the class. 

I take a sip of my coffee just as Carlos strolls into my office at the club. Desexo. My only source of income that is rigged with illegality since this is where I handle my other business. 

"Did Eva get home safely? I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Yes she did. She left a message on the table in your office."

"Alright. Anything for me?"

"There's a bit of an issue. Well, not an issue. Your students are here."

I pause midway and set my coffee back onto the table.

"Specifically?" I ask.

"Specifically, Bethany Forbes and Adam Denver."

Didn't picture her as a party type. Hell, the only thing I pictured her at is naked. I down my coffee, ignoring the burning sensation. I'm tempted to go down the stairs and tell the cute boy to stay away, but it's clearly none of my business.

My door barges open, and the last person I want to see walks in with a grin on his face and a bottle of champagne in his hand.

"Hey cuz. Long time no see. I'm pretty sure you missed me but decided to be a pussy and not give me a call."

He takes a seat across me. Dre's blond hair is tied behind his head, with a few strands out front. There is no denying that he's attractive and good looking, And reckless. I turn to Carlos.

"Get your men to keep an eye on them." Carlos exits the room right after my command, shutting the door behind him.

I turn to my laptop and open the most recent spreadsheets which contains the dates and times for next week shipments, the products, size, origin, recipients, and destination. I have a busy week ahead of me and a lot of data to cross check and give feedback.

"I believe you are not here to thank me for taking care of your shipments the other day. You owe me for that shipment and the one before. I'm giving you a week tops. We may be blood, but I'll do what I have to do when I have to do." I turn to look at him, and I know he reads into the threat in my words. Someone has got to keep him in check. I can tell he is going to fight back, but deep down he's quite scared. He has every right to be. Although I will not be killing him, I have thousands of ways to destroy him, since I brought him into my world in the first place.

"There's no need to threaten me Uno. I'll get you your money before Friday. Just chill out." He takes a long drink of his champagne.

"Good." I turn back to my work, ignoring his presence.

"So what's been going on in your life? You seem to be drowning your life in work and with your lectures at that school"

"I'm comfortable with how my life is. Look, Dre, I have a lot of work to do, so if there's anything you need, speak up. If not, you can leave." I respond, without looking up at him.

"Was just in the hood and decided to check up on my favorite cuz. Since he don't wanna see me, I'mma bounce." He stands up and takes his leave. Good riddance.

I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. Willingly and unwillingly, all I can imagine is Bethany gyrating on that friend of hers. I clench and unclench my fists, forcing myself to remain seated. I think of the consequences if any of my students find me at a club, and much worse, find out I own the club. That would be a disaster.