Give into Me (Rich Woman/Poor Man Romance)

~Chapter 15

-15-

Isaiah

"Are you nervous?" Omar asked.

  Isaiah had to admit that he was a little nervous. It had been so long since he'd done anything related to selling drugs. He really didn't want to stray from the straight a narrow of his nine to five. But he needed the money, and this was a quick and fast way to get it.

  "Did he easily agree, to let me join?" Isaiah asked.

  "Some-what."

  Isaiah had heard how ruthless the Ol' G was from Omar. He just wanted to get the money and leave the drug business behind for good with no problems.

  Omar pulled up in front of a warehouse. There were a few cars parked already beside Omar's car. Both of them stepped out of the car and strolled up to the men guarding the door. Both men looked like they could snap a few necks in two. The two men who looked like twins patted Isaiah down. Once they realized he had no weapons on him, they let him and Omar inside the warehouse.

  To Isaiah's surprise, there were all kinds of drugs stacked up on the shelves in the warehouse. In the center of the warehouse, it looked like a factory for drug distribution. Men and women all were packaging up and cooking drugs.

  Streams of light peaked through the windows, giving off some light to the scantily clad workers. Omar lead Isaiah to the back of the warehouse by walking in-between tables stationed for the workers

  "Wow, how did y'all get this sweet set up?" Isaiah asked.

  Omar grinned. "Hard work homie."

  Once they got to the back of the warehouse, Isaiah noticed a wooden table and a leather chair with someone sitting in it. The back of the chair was facing him, and all he could see was the top of the person's head. He could smell cigar smoke and he tried to breathe in short breaths.

  "Mr. C, I brought my friend I was telling you about," Omar stated.

  The chair slowly swung around and to Isaiah's astonishment, he was staring into the emotionless eyes of Butterfly's father, Charles. To say that he was speechless was an understatement. Isaiah grounded his teeth together and glared at Charles.

  "Leave us," Charles stated. He flicked his hand in Omar's direction. Omar didn't say a word and just walked to the middle of the warehouse to help out with the drugs.

  Charles took a puff of his cigar and glanced at Isaiah. "I would say I'm surprised to see you here, but I'm not."

  "I thought you ran a law firm."

  Charles chuckled. "Have a seat." He pointed to the chair in front of Isaiah, expecting him to sit down. When he didn't, he frowned up at him.

  "Does Butterfly know?" Isaiah asked.

  Charles leaned back in his chair and continued to examine Isaiah. "I heard you need a lot of money."

  Isaiah grimaced. "I don't need your help getting it. I'll find another way." Isaiah turned around to leave.

  Charles laughed sarcastically. "How is it that your sister is willing to do anything, while you're willing to do nothing?"

  Isaiah spun around on his heels. "What did you just say?"

  "Your sister. Such a pretty young thing," Charles stated. He flicked ashes into the ashtray while blowing smoke in the direction of where Isaiah stood.

  Isaiah clenched his fists. "Leave my sister out of this."

  An unsettling feeling came over Isaiah. He needed the money, but he just couldn't work under this man. Isaiah knew Charles knew his weaknesses and was playing them against him.