Page 3 of Love At Close Range

“Clearly you have some shit to handle so go ahead and do that. I’ll see you later.” He just stood there looking stupid in the face all while he still had the condom on that was covered in my juices.

Shaking my head, I went downstairs to grab my purse and leave. I wouldn’t say this was a total disaster because I did get a meal and he made me cum… twice, so I’ll take it.

2

Lennox Steele

“How did the drop with Chris go last night?”

I was in my office at The Steele Group with my best friend and right hand, Rook. TSG was a small, yet efficient security company that offered security details, transport and surveillance for residences and businesses. This is the shit that I did to look good on paper, but off record I was the nigga that got rid of your problems… a hired hand… hitman. Shit came to me as easy as breathing, and I never thought twice about ending a muthafucka. Some would say because my heart was cold, but it had every reason to be. The woman whom I loved with everything in me fucked up our relationship then up and left, and she took that shit with her. The only love I had to give now went to my five-year-old daughter, Lennyn. She was the only thing that could thaw out my frozen heart… even if I still tucked a piece off to the side.

“Shit went smooth, but you already knew that. We never have problems with Chris, and niggas never want a problem with me, so shit was gone be good regardless,” he explained, and I nodded. It was true. That nigga was just as ruthless as me… that’s why I kept him close.

“Bet. I need to get with Camille and check out the routes for the week. I want to make sure I’ll have everybody in place.”

Before he could respond, my phone rang. I looked down and saw it was my annoying ass baby mama, Kree. Sometimes I can’t believe I got caught up with her ass, but here we were.

“Yeah?” I answered, already annoyed.

“Yeah? That’s how you answer for the mother of your child?” She sassed into the phone. She thought being my baby mama was some sort of badge of honor or some shit. Granted, I paid all her bills and shit off the strength of her having my baby girl, but she wasn’t my woman. I’on care how much dick I give her… that’s where it ended.

“I could’ve not answered at all. Wassup, Kree? I’m at work,” I stressed.

“Work?” She sucked her teeth. “Nigga, you’re the boss,” she continued.

“Get to the point.” I cut her off.

“Lennyn wanted to talk to you,” she finally said.

I didn’t respond because I was waiting for her to put my baby girl on the phone.

“Lennox, did you hear me,” she snapped.

“Yeah,” I huffed. “I’m waiting for you to put her on the phone.”

I knew she was rolling her eyes because that’s all her ratchet ass always did. After a few seconds, I heard my baby girl’s vibrant voice flow through the speakers.

“Hey, Daddy,” she spoke into the phone. Her voice alone made my heart swell with pride.

“Hey, pretty girl. What you up to?” I asked as I smiled into the phone.

“Nothing. My mama told me to call you so you can come and see me. You coming to see me?” She asked, not knowing she just put her mama on blast.

“Stop lying on me, little girl!” I heard Kree yell in the background.

“How about I come get you and you can stay the night with me,” I suggested.

“Yay! Can we go see Queenie?”

She called my mama Queenie. I don’t know why, but she did.

“Yeah, we’ll go see Queenie. I’ll be there in about an hour, aight.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she agreed.

“Aight, I love you, pretty girl. Give your mama the phone.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”