The frown never left my face as I drove home, my mind lingering on the D.J boy who stopped me earlier. I couldn't figure out where I knew him from and it bothered me immensely. He could have been anyone; from one of Xavier's old friends, to someone who I shared a mutual friend with. Either way, it creeped me out that he already knew my name and I didn't even know his face.
When I parked up in front of my house, I noticed Remy's car was still parked where it was this morning but this time a pure white 4x4 Range Rover with this year's licence plate was parked next to it. I eyed it as I approached my door. It was unlocked, and opened with a mere pull of the handle. I frowned and stepped into the house, listening out for him.
"Remy!" I called, closing the door behind myself. I walked into the living room and stopped in my tracks.
Remy was sitting on the sofa with Isaiah in his arms playing with some plastic keys, and opposite them sat T.
My eyes shifted from Remy to the back of T's head, to Remy again. They settled on T once more when he turned around to look at me. I didn't even know what to say to him. He was such an odd man who had the appearance of a father, but the aura of a deadly assassin. He was wearing a navy blue jumper with a crisp white shirt collar underneath, and a pair of causal dark jeans. I swallowed and gripped my handbag a little tighter in front of me.
"Hello, Lola," he greeted me in a steady tone.
I looked at Remy who was watching me expectantly, as if seeing if I had the courage to speak my mind or keep up appearances.
I turned back to T. "Hi," I replied lowly with a small closed-mouth smile, before looking around expectedly. "What's going on?" I asked.
T stood up slowly. "I was just filling Jeremy here on what's been going on." He turned to me and waved his hand dismissively. "Business stuff, you know. Nothing that will be of interest to you." He walked over to me and stopped a few feet away. "I'm gonna be on my way. Remy, I'll see you later, yeah?" He turned to him and Remy nodded with a weird expression on his face. I frowned and looked at T when I felt his gaze on me. "Nice meeting you again, Lola." He pointed to Isaiah in Remy's arms. "That's a cute kid."
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"I'll see myself out."
I watched his retreating back until he was out of sight and I heard the front door close shut. I turned to Remy with a deliberate look. "What the fuck?"
Remy exhaled, standing up. "It's mad," was all he said.
"What was he doing here?"
"You're asking me?" He rearranged Isaiah so that he was resting over his shoulder. "Man just showed up out of nowhere."
"How does he even know where I live?"
"He's got eyes everywhere." He caught my facial expression and raised his hand. "It's nothing to stress over, it's for our, and your protection. T is not worried about you; he already knows everything about you, otherwise he wouldn't have stepped foot into this house."
I placed my bag down and went over to him, taking Isaiah. "What did he want anyway?"
"To talk."
"About?"
"Don't worry about it."
I stopped and looked at him. He looked back down at me with a determined, straight face. I studied him for a moment to make sure that I hadn't missed anything.
"So, how do I know he won't just be showing up at my house on a regular basis?" I finally asked.
"He won't. The only reason he came is 'cause he knew I was here."
