I ran a hand through my hair and tried to recollect myself. My brother really knows how to get my blood boiling.
We weren't always like this. There was actually a time I didn't completely loathe his presence. We use to be like best friends, but that was a long time ago, a very long time ago.
"Boss." I heard my door creak back open. I glanced at the unwanted intruder. Makayla Williams. Natasha's big sister, and one of my well-trusted gang members. She stood in front of me in a pair of expensive winter-white slacks, a matching cashmere sweater and white, low-heel suede boots. "You have a minute?"
With her sharp cheekbones and stunning light brown eyes, Makayla had always been a very good-looking woman, and the stylish new haircut further enhanced her looks. She was a tall, graceful brown-skinned beauty who exudes sophisticated elegance from head to toe. However, nothing about her personality was sophisticated. She had the reputation of being a huge slut.
"No. Learn to knock instead of barging through my damn door."
"I'm so sorry, sir, but I really need to speak with you."
I glanced at her septically.
She started fiddling with her fingers and looked down at the floor.
I thought for a brief moment.
"Oh, well no."
She rolled her eyes. "And to think I actually thought you cared about her well-being. Can you at least be nice to her, even a little? She came bursting through my door a minute ago with tears screaming down her face."
"What does that have to do with me?"
She chuckled humorlessly. "If I didn't genuinely care about you I would kick your ass right now. Why do you keep doing this to me? You keep giving me more problems. I don't give a fuck about that slut, you know that better than anyone, and I definitely don't want to be her shoulder to cry on just because I'm her step sister."
"Okay? I care because . . ."
She ignored my comment. "What are you going to do with that Jessica girl? I personally think you should kill that arrogant bitch."
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