Seeking Love (Loves of Deception Book 3) by Kay Lindy

Author:Kay Lindy [Lindy, Kay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

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Tonight we would be meeting with Wichland. Wichland is a much bigger fish than C-Lowe. He is a politician and a crook. Getting past his security detail posed a huge challenge for an individual like Trey. The gorilla of a man I knew would be meeting us at the door would surely be unhappy to see the likes of Trey. No matter how well you dress a double-crossing fink, he was still a snitch. Dressing him up in a nice suit didn’t cover up his sheer ghetto vibe. This meeting with Wichland would be the make-or-break point for Trey. I am fully aware I haven't spent much time teaching Trey the ropes or helping him understand how to deal with my bigger clients, but I was done playing this game. I just wanted out. In all honestly, if he couldn't handle a client like Wichland now, he would never be able to. You either have the tact and grace to handle sensitive clientele, or you don't.

I also refused to hold his hand through this deal. He was a sissy bitch, no doubt, but I was done. He needed to be able to assess any given situation and follow suit without being told how to do his job. The one certainty in the world of slinging was that there would always be continual change. Very seldom were the situations faced consistent. Every day presented new dangers. The people Jerold trusted to conduct his business dealings were well versed in how to react to any situation. This is what kept Jerold’s business a well-oiled machine, and also kept his clientele happy in their dealings with him and his staff.

Johnny Cash’s Solitary Man filled the car as I was driving toward Wichland’s. I was so incredibly thankful that Trey wasn’t trying to make conversation with me, but the song that was playing was taunting the very core of my predicament. Would I forever be on this path fighting for what seemed to be the impossible? Would I forever be a solitary man? Why did Roxy make me so emotionally weak?

“We need to make a stop at the old hangout,” Trey said, interrupting my deep thoughts.

In my weakened state, I found myself agreeing to Trey’s stupid request before I realized what he had actually said. Trey wanted to go to the skate park we frequented as children. What business could he possibly have there?

“You do realize you are no longer fourteen? You can’t continue selling drugs to minors. That shit will get your ass popped quicker than you can blink.”

“Thank you, L-Aire, for that elementary lesson,” he snapped. “When are you going to stop treating me like a child?”

Ignoring his question, I skipped over the Johnny Cash track using the hands-free device and set the stereo to play my theme song by Michael Buble, Feeling Good. The moment the first chord filled the car, Trey groaned.

“Man, do you have to listen to this crap?”

I smiled, “It classic! Soulful. Just listen to it and shut your fucking mouth.

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