Under My Control by B. B. Holloway

Author:B. B. Holloway [Holloway, B. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Dramas & Plays, United States, African American, Arts & Photography, Theater, Drama & Plays, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Urban Life, Women's Fiction, Domestic Life, Family Life, Urban
Amazon: B00HWWP3WO
Publisher: Big Bricks Publications
Published: 2014-01-15T10:00:00+00:00

16 Perry, New Business

It’s after 9 o’clock on Saturday morning. As I lay in bed with no plans to get up, I think about my first week of training with Reginald Throws. I fall into deep thought.

In my first week of work in the center of the southern tip of Manhattan in New York City’s financial district, I’ve gained a lifetime worth of knowledge.

For starters, I learned that Reginald Throws has two sides to his business. I know how he operates with his legitimate partner doing illegal things and how he works with his illegitimate partner doing legal things. Ain’t that a bitch.

Secondly, I learned that Reginald has fully accepted me into his operation as his successor, his protégé, who will assume 100% responsibility for the maintenance and extension of business dealings in the five boroughs and beyond.

Finally, I learned that Reginald Throws has a daughter. Ginalda is a sixteen year old hottie whose daddy is in a position to have whatever he wants. And he wants me to follow her while she’s at her junior prom tonight. I have to be seen by Pratt (her date) and not by Ginalda. I have to scare Pratt off and show Reginald that I’m down for whatever.

If he wants me to tail his daughter at the prom, that is what I’ll do. If he wants me to set baby boy up, I’ll do it with no problem. And if he wants me to catch homie alone and bleed him out, I’ll do that, too.

“Hey P,” my brother yells.

“What nigga?” I yell back.

“Damn P. Why do I have to be a nigga?” My brother is so sensitive.

“Because you are yelling and it’s too early for all that.” I answered.

“I wasn’t yelling. You just need to get up and maybe my regular voice won’t sound like yelling to you.” My brother might be right. But I’m sticking to my story.

“Jackson, you need to stop yelling, nigga.” I couldn’t resist. Some of my best moments are when I’m messing with my uptight little brother.

“That’s it. Just forget I was even trying to talk to you.” I could hear Jackson’s footsteps walking away from my door. I smile and jump up to catch him. I swing my door open.

“Jackson, I was just playing. Come back.” I kept a straight face and just smiled on the inside because if Jackson saw me smile, he wouldn’t come back.

He looked at me hard. I think he rolled his eyes at me. I did all I could not to laugh at him. I know I can’t push him too far because I do want to know what he came to my door to tell me.

Jackson came into my room and sat at my desk. I jumped back into bed and pulled the cover over my head.

Jackson began, “I should have let you sleep longer. You have been gone before the crack of dawn every morning this week. I just thought that you would like to know that I have the report on your three new businesses.

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