Unfinished Business

Chapter 74

Days had passed since the job, but Que couldn't shake the naggin' feelin' that somethin' wasn't right. Every sound, every unexpected knock on the door put him on edge. Lena noticed, too. She'd catch him starin' off, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense. She hadn't brought it up, but Que could feel her worry growin' with each day that passed.

One evening, as they sat on the couch watchin' TV, Lena finally spoke up. "Que... you've been quiet since you got back. Is there somethin' you ain't tellin' me?"

Que glanced over, feelin' the weight of her gaze. He hesitated, not wantin' to add to her worry, but he knew keepin' it to himself would only make things worse. "It's nothin' big, Lena. Just... there was a security camera. Thought we avoided it, but can't shake the feelin' it might've caught somethin'."

Lena's eyes widened, her face fallin'. "A camera? Que, you said it was clean."

"I know," he muttered, frustration lacin' his voice. "We moved fast, kept it quiet, but it was there. I don't even know if it was workin'." He sighed, runnin' his hand over his face. "Look, I'm done with this. It was stupid of me to go back, and I won't make that mistake again."

She reached over, squeezin' his hand. "I just don't wanna see you locked up or worse, Que. We've come too far to let this tear us apart."

A Sudden Visit

The next day, as Que was in the kitchen, he heard a loud knock on the door. His heart sank. He glanced out the window, catchin' sight of an unfamiliar car in the driveway. He braced himself, goin' to open the door with Lena right behind him.

A man in a suit, with an intense look in his eyes, stood on the doorstep. "Mr. Johnson?" the man asked, his tone flat and formal.

Que nodded slowly, his voice calm but guarded. "Yeah, that's me. Who's askin'?"

"I'm Detective Sanders," the man replied, flashin' his badge. "I'm here followin' up on an incident that took place at the old warehouse on Fifth. Just need a few answers, if you don't mind."

Que's heart raced, but he kept his face neutral. "Sorry, Detective, don't know nothin' 'bout that. Just a family man here, focusin' on raisin' my daughter."

The detective's gaze didn't waver. He looked past Que, his eyes fallin' on Lena, who was standin' behind him with a look of quiet strength. "Mind if I step inside?"

Que clenched his jaw. "Nah, we good out here. Anything else you need, Detective?"

The detective paused, lettin' the silence linger before noddin' and handin' Que a card. "If you remember anythin', you give me a call. Just tryin' to piece together what happened that night."

Que took the card, givin' him a curt nod before closin' the door, lockin' it behind him. He leaned against it, lettin' out a breath he didn't realize he was holdin'.

The Talk

Later that night, Que sat down with Lena, the weight of the detective's visit heavy on his mind. "They're lookin' into it, Lena. They came right to our door."

Lena's face softened as she took his hand. "Que, we can't live like this. I need to know you're fully done. That this life isn't gonna keep draggin' you back in."

He nodded, his voice filled with conviction. "I'm done, Lena. For real. I'm not riskin' what we have again. I got too much to lose."

She squeezed his hand, leanin' in close. "Then we move forward, together. But if there's one more knock, Que... we pack up and start fresh somewhere else. I'm not riskin' our family for nothin'."

Que pulled her into a hug, holdin' her tight. He felt the love they shared, felt the future they'd built, and knew he'd finally made his choice.