Page 86 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
Randy Jewel.
Same father. Different mothers. Mother gave him her last name.
I leaned back in my chair and laughed once under my breath.
“Of course.”
Out of every nigga in L.A., Sade ended up with that nigga’s brother. Randy worked for Sade’s mother’s ex-husband, which was the real reason I ain’t fuck with him. Now I really had to keep my eyes open. It didn’t say Marcus was linked to that, so I kept looking. It looked like they were in different lanes and worked for completely different companies.
I kept scrolling.
Then I found a police report.
Domestic violence.
Four years ago.
Charges dropped because the girlfriend refused to testify.
I read the report twice anyway.
No jail time. No conviction.
Still sat wrong with me.
Marcus didn’t move like a street nigga either. Dudes like him hid their dirt behind calm voices and business suits.
I thought about telling Sade.
Really thought about it.
Then, I killed the idea immediately.
Nah.
That would make me look too invested, and I've already crossed enough lines with her, mentally.
So instead, I did what I do best.
I was going to watch the nigga.
I dug through his background for another hour before finally shutting my laptop.
One thing I knew for sure, though…
That nigga definitely wasn’t welcome around Crown Heights no more. He was food if he came around me or hurt Sade.
Sade
“I planned a party for a man who looked like he forgot how to enjoy himself.”
It was Vaughn’s 36th birthday, and he had already said he would show up, so after getting with Vanessa to see if he liked surprises, and she said he didn’t mind, I planned a work surprise party. I had custom cupcakes, blue balloons everywhere, hard hats that said happy birthday for the workers to wear, and I got him a bottle of Creed cologne and Gucci socks. Nothing major, just something to show my appreciation. Everyone pitched in and participated. Now we were waiting for him to show up, but he was late.
“You really care ‘bout that man. This setup is really nice,” Laila teased.
“It’s just his birthday,” I replied with a smile.
“He’s coming!” Vanessa shouted, and we all got in place. I was nervous, hoping he liked it. I smoothed my skirt and put on a smile.
