Love has the potential to transform individuals, regardless of their past or present circumstances. When a cop falls in love with a criminal, it opens up the possibility for personal growth and change. The criminal may find motivation to leave their...
I walked into my brother Michael, building going straight to the elevator to take to his floor. Once I got to his apartment I used my key and walked in, going straight to the living room and seeing him on the couch rolling a blunt.
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He looked up at me, smiling. I was just two years older than him. Me being 24 and him 22 we both went through major shit. Our mother died from an overdose when I was 5. Our dad wasn't around whomever he was. Probably one of my mom's clients when she was selling herself on the street. We were left to live with our grandfather, I thought we were good until he died. We got separated due to child services. When I was old enough to finally know where he was, he was in jail. He got out two years ago. I made sure he was straight before I was given he was my little brother.
"Wassup sis." He said as I sat down.
"Tell me why I'm getting information that cops are getting involved with my shit." I said getting to the point of why I was here.
"What you talking about?" He lit his blunt.
"Your boy Larry, was talking to the cops. I need you to handle that."
"Larry?! Pissy boy Larry?" I nodded as he passed the blunt to me. After taking a hit I spoke up.
"He was always a bitch. I know that's your bro or whatever but you need to end his life. You can send his baby mother some money for those 4 kids they got." He nodded.
"I got you, I'll handle it. What are you doing today?"
"I have to hire a new bodyguard, so I'm meeting with some guy at the restaurant."
"You still looking for a destination for the new restaurant we getting?" I nodded.
"I got a few spots so far. I'll send them to you let me know what you would like and where is my best friend?" I asked, speaking of Kira, his girlfriend.
"She down at the salon. You know how she is about her paper."
"Definitely."
"What happened to Rick?" He asked speaking of my bodyguard.
"Rick is still here but he got family shit going on so I need somebody with me when he's not here."
"They go be living in the house with you?"
"Yes, that's how I'll keep my eyes on whoever I hire." I got up and so did he. We both walked to the door. He hugged me.
"Be smooth and stay out of trouble." I told him, leaving the apartment. Once I was back outside, I got in my Chevrolet Suburban with Rick driving. After a twenty-minute drive, I walked into one of the restaurants I owned with Rick. I walked to the back sitting at my usual table patiently waiting for the guy I was supposed to be meeting with. I started to think about how I got into this position in the first place.
I had an apartment I could barely keep with. Then shut off notices and eviction notices started being pushed under the door. One day I took a walk and saw people sleeping on the streets and I began to have flashbacks of me starving and something just clicked in me.
The hustling was nonstop. Money poured in and I started to invest it. Hundred dollars turned to thousands, thousands to ten thousand, ten thousand to hundred thousand. The day I saw my first million I knew I couldn't stop. My name holds weight all over. And the best thing about me was I was very low-key with all the shit I did. The cops never looked my way, until now. I'm sure I can shake them easily.
Outside of making money, I don't have a life. It's not really easy to have one when you do what I do. It's hard to trust somebody. Men and women. I have serious trust issues, constantly looking over my shoulder. I dream that one day I'll fall in love, have kids, and leave peacefully without worrying about the law being after me. I snapped back to reality and realized I'll never get that so why even put in the effort? But I stopped at the sight of a guy talking to the guard at the door.
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My eyebrows furrowed. This has to be him because he's not a familiar face. Once I saw the guard point to me, I got my confirmation. I captured my lip between my teeth. Where did my worker find him? He got closer.
"Layton?" He questioned.
"Yeah." I quickly stood up and held my hand out. He firmly grabbed it.
"Dominic Hayes but everybody calls me Dom."
"Nice to meet you, have a seat." We both sat down.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked.
"No, thank you though."
"No problem. So Dom, how much experience do you have protecting others?"
"I have about 7 years under my belt. I worked at a few clubs and also for some athletes."
"Well my life is a little different from an athlete and it's nothing like being at a club. I'm not looking for you to be this stiff board that stands in front of me all the time though, that'll make it too obvious, I need a guy that's quick on his feet, not scared of a little trouble." He smiled. A smile that'll make any girl hop on him.
"Don't worry Layton, I'm the guy you're looking for."
"Okay." I took a sip of the lemonade I ordered earlier and just looked deep into his eyes. They were so dark and mysterious.
"You're kind of tiny, I hope you don't break easily. I'm used to having a big dude around." He laughed while looking down at himself.
"Don't let the size fool you." He said.
"Okay, well I hope you're aware that I need you around 24/7, meaning you'll be moving into my place." His eyebrow shot up.
"I wasn't aware of that."
"Is that going to be a problem?"
"No."
"Don't worry Dom, I'm a fun roommate."
"I hope so." Smiling, I stood up from my seat.
"Well I have to go, here's my number." I wrote it down on a piece of paper and slid it to him.
"I'll give you the rest of the weekend to pack everything you need and be at my house Monday morning."
"Okay."
"It was nice meeting you, Dominic."
"Nice meeting you too Layton." That smile came back. I gently rubbed his shoulder and started walking out. I could feel him staring. Keep it professional Layton, keep it professional.
