Affinity

Chapter 37: You Ain't Know?

            

" Seeeeee, this why ya'll my fam. No one else would tell me I had spinach in my teeth but ya'll. Motherfuckers let you walk around whole days with shit in ya teeth acting like everything all normal. The fakery!"

" See, I told ya'll he was drunk." I gestured to Pap as he smiled goofily at us from the kitchen island while we all sat in the living room. Conversations had turned light hearted after having laborious discussions of the events of the past couple days had been discussed openly. Hence the reason Pap was now lit beyond his means, the man was so called 'decompressing'.

" Okay, okay I may be a little lit, but...ya'll still love me though." This man broke out into a whole giggle fit; I guess we'd be driving his ass home tonight.

" See it's a Saturday night we should all get like him."

" Says the pregnant lady." Jay just couldn't help messing with her, I swear.

            " Shut up smart ass, only a couple more months til I drop my baby girl, then it's on." Jaz did a little dance in her seat and stuck out her tongue, I COULD NOT, I repeat, COULD NOT wait until she gave birth. I openly hoped and prayed this would be her last child.

" Lemme go check on Mr. storyteller over there." I whispered to Rah in reference to Pap who was carrying on whole conversations with himself. Rah sported an amused smile as he kissed my cheek and nodded for me to go ahead with my plan of action.

     " And that shit was orange man, can you believe that shit!" I tried not to break out into full laughter at his drunk ass as I fully entered into the room.

" Bro what in the actual fuck are you talking about?" I grabbed a water from the fridge before joining him at the island.

" Nothing sis nothing. I was having a conversation with the inner me and that shit was truly enlightening."

            " You a clown, I just need you to know that sir."

" Noted. Now about those contracts.."

" How you even remember that shit when you three sheets to the wind right about now?" I twisted my lips at him as he produced the documents.

" Ima businessman first and foremost, remember that." I shook my head at his attempt at a serious face, watching as his face muscles contorted into a delayed smile.

" Ok Mr. Moneybags." I took the papers from him and started to look them over, making sure they had every stipulation that my lawyer and I had agreed on.

" How'd you clean up the books so fast sis? That shit been bugging the fuck outta me ever since ya attorney called and gave us the green light."

            " I'm in college Pap. People from all walks of life go there, criminals included. I took an accounting class last year and met this dude who used to slang, he bout forty two now earning his master's in forensic accounting. Bruh man is smart as fuck and he knows how to keep the books clean and legit to pass any SEC investigation. I threw him a six and a half percentage of each endeavor he keeps the books on for me and he said yes. Drug dealers know how to hide all they shit, and now that he's legit I can openly use him as our accountant, the man is even a CPA (Certified Public Accountant)."

" Won't his record pop up?"

" Never got caught." I smirked and did a little dance at my handiwork, no loose end was left to be toyed with.

            " How you know this dude legit?" Pap gifted me with a raised eyebrow as he seemed to sober up quick.

" Come on now bro. Jay did a background check, and to boot, remember Toot who used to sell on the corner opposite ya store? He was Blue son remember?"

" You talking bout the one with the dreads who was always tryna come at you?"

" Yes protective ass, him. Toot is ole boy son. Our new accountant is surely the fuck Mr. Blue himself."

" This some wild shit." Pap sat back and thought on all the tea I'd just spilled.

" Think bout that shit. Nobody knew what Blue looked like, he was never out and about, never on no flashy shit. Anonymity is key bruh, I'm tryna get like that. All he had to do was change the banks, accountant numbers, and individuals allowed access to the accounts and woolah, Hakim can't touch shit."

            " Why you think he just giving this shit up to you like this?" Pap handed me a pen as I started to stain the pages of the documents with my signature.

" You know his twisted love bullshit, he sees this as a gesture of love. I think he's moving on to new ventures though, which is what has me nervous."

" Why nervous?" Pap peeked through his lashes in concern as he took in my suddenly uneasy demeanor.

" If he's giving me all this shit, imagine how big his operation really is, imagine the type shit he could try to get into now. We already know he's a maniacal egomaniac, add more shit to his repertoire and shit could go from bad to worse real quick."

" Zero to a hundred real quick, real quick, real fucking quick!" Pap rapped to Drake's song zero to hundred and I fought the urge to hit him in his damn face.

" You so fucking silly dawg. You think I'm playing, mark my words we ain't seen the last of that man."

            " I know Ab, I'm just messing with you cuz I miss you. Damn man, it's really weird that you not down the block nomore sis." I saw sadness replace the humor that was previously etched on his face as he swiped his hand across his mouth and rocked back in his chair.

" Yeah bro shit's changing. I promise it's on the up and up though." I came to his side of the island and laid my head on his shoulder.

" We own a business together now. You my family Pap, like I said that's an unbreakable bond."

" I know, just miss you is all. I'd gotten used to seeing you and Rah so often..it's hitting me just how important ya'll are to my daily life."

            " And ima always be important, fuck you mean! There is no return policy on any of the relationships I have with anyone in this house, ya'll were never given an option to even ask for a motherfucking gift receipt." I heard laughter erupt from the other room as they must've heard my response.

" And ya'll know I'm not playing too."

" Lifetime warranty and shit." My sister chimed in as she thumped Trey on his forehead signaling that the same applied to her as well. Yeah, I loved them.

Now the money is clean, but does that mean they're rid of Hakim as well?

What could possibly go wrong?