Arvonti put a white shirt on Reyes as he sat in his lap playin with his gold chain. It was ten in the morning and Messiah was still sleep, he decided to let her stay sleep since she looked so drained last night. He left a stack of money and a note beside her for her to see.
He knew Messiah hadn't had any time for herself and been doing it all alone and he felt bad. He wanted her to spend the day pampering herself, she deserved it. "You dressed just like dadda." Arvonti smiled as he held up. Reyes smiled showing his gums as he reached for Arvonti's chain.
"You gon have this when you turn fo'." Arvonti said as he stood up he walked out the room seeing Carlos on the couch eating a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. Nayeli and Paris gasped as they seen Reyes. Reyes screamed with a smile as they ran to him. "Can we play with him?" Nayeli asked.
"Til Carlos finish his cereal cause I'm bringin him wit me." He said as he handed Reyes to Paris. "Don't be speakin that baby shit to him, I want my son speakin like a real nigga." Paris sucked her teeth. "Whateva." "I thought you ain't want him round thea'."
Carlos said. "I don't, but Messi needa break so I left ha some money and a note tellin ha to go pamper ha self." Arvonti said. He watched the girls play peek-a-boo with Reyes. Carlos stood up finished with his cereal and walked into the kitchen. "Aight gimme Reyes." Arvonti said. Paris carried him to Arvonti then he took him.
Carlos walked to the elevator and he followed. After getting the carseat
out of Messiah's car and putting it in his. Arvonti had Reyes situated then got in himself. "So Messi gon stop by to feed him?" Carlos asked curiously. "He had breakfast befo Messi knocked back out but I'm sho she'll stop by durin lunch."
Arvonti looked at Reyes from the rearview mirror he was looking out the window as Arvonti drove off. Every five minutes or so Arvonti would look at the rearview mirror to check on him making Carlos laugh. "What?" He asked confused. "Fo one you drivin at the speed limit, two bruh lil nigga fine."
Carlos said. Arvonti nodded his head as he looked up at the mirror again. Now that Reyes was in his presence he was on alert, nothing wasn't safe at the moment for him. There was a cartel out there that somehow knew his every move, that knew where Carlos laid his head and he was starting to think that they could know about his.
He wanted to keep everyone safe, he wanted to keep Reyes safe and being in his presence wasn't the safest. The constant checking of the rearview mirror was that he was okay and that whatever car that was behind him wasn't following him. After driving for about forty minutes they arrived at the warehouse.
Arvonti unhooked the carseat and held it by the handle then walked into the building. They walked straight into the board room. Arvonti sat the carseat on the table as he sat down. Everybody stared at him in aminst confusion. "Does Messiah know you brought him?" Amir asked. "Yeah, kinda." Arvonti said as he rocked the carseat. "Real shit though, this Tijuana shit." Carlos said.
"Ye-" "Sorry I'm late." Miguel said as he walked in. "Awnn mi sobrino." Miguel cooed as he looked at Reyes. "Don't be cooin at him. My son gotta be a real nigga." Arvonti said as Reyes stared at Miguel. Everytime he came around Reyes went mute. "Anyway." Carlos said. "Tijuana just fucked up my crib while my sister was in it." Carlos stood up placing a bullet on the table.
"This shit just became personal for me, therefore Amir I want fuckin answers on they ass. And whea' the fuck is Tiwan?" Carlos asked looking at Miguel. "Oh he got a call from his brother saying his mom was on her death bed so I gave him time off." Miguel said. "How much time?" Arvonti asked. "Enough time to grieve." Miguel said looking at Arvonti like he was dumb.
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Arvonti's
General FictionSequel to Arvonti, must read book one to understand. Taking over the family business wasn't as simple as he thought it'd be. With his enemies knowing his every move, his mindset, betreyal of friends and allies, a broken heart, and a son, Arvonti tri...
