Clover?

Chapter 1

Soren is shy in all aspects expect for the bedroom. He hates talking to random people so he has a job working in the financial department of an art gallery. He hates grocery shopping so he always takes me with him or I just go. He might go with my dad sometimes but that's only if dad forces him. Bassir is good at making Soren feel better. I think the only other person Soren talks to freely is my dad. Papa is too loud and crazy to ever get comfortable around, especially if he didn't raise you.

I pulled into the parking space of the office building uncle Chad works at. I walked in and greeted everyone I saw then made a beeline for my uncles office.

"Chad I'm done after this, I'm tying my tubes in a damn knot." I heard auntie Charm rant on. I think this is child four. I stopped at the door watching uncle Chad rub her back.

"But we said five." Uncle Chad frowned.

"Is you pushing these kids out?" She looked up. "Okay then, and we can adopt like Bassir. Just cause he got a litter doesn't mean we need one." She sighed.

"Good morning." I smiled walking fully into the room. The both looked up at me with smiles.

"Ro come here my baby. My first born." Auntie Charm kissed my forehead.

"Your first born needs to breathe." I gasped. Her hugs take your breath and it's hard breaking away.

"Sorry sweetie. What are you helping my husbdand with now?"

"We're doing this easy case. The Johnson motors." Uncle said, showing her the case. Auntie Charm works here too but only in special cases. She spends the rest of her time being a mom.

"It's my last day though. I'm putting final touches on the signed agreement." I explained. I sat across from them. It's where I've been working for the past week.

"Are you planning on staying?" They both gave me hopeful looks. I shook my head with a smile.

"No. I'm moving on to something different. Still business related." I smiled.

"And why don't you wanna stay here? We not treating you right." Auntie charm frowned.

"Oh no, I love it here but it's just something more out there for me. I know it."

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I watched my parents eat the food me and Soren prepared. It was steak and potatoes with green beans. Soren was actually pretty good at cooking. It's probably because one of his dads is really into it.

"This is good but what do you want?" Papa sat back in his chair.

"What do you mean? I can't just cook my parents a good meal? I can't just experience a nice dinner with my loving  boyfriend and amazing parents?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah you could but that's not why we're here, is it?" Tyrell smriked.

"Romero we raised you, we know when you have something up your sleeve." Bassir gave me a soft smile. My dads aged well. It's odd having a father with more tattoos than you but Tyrell was filled with them. Also Bassir who's supposed to be my actual blood related brother looks nothing like me and instead me and Tyrell are similar. None of that matters though because at the end of the day they're my parents.

"Okay we'll I wanted to ask what we're the plans after you retire." I looked at my papa. I picked up my glass of water and took a sip.

"Damn I'm only 43." Papa laughed. "Uh, I'm not sure yet. That's a big decision. Why you asking?"

"Before I ask, dad, don't freak out."

"Freak out, I don't do that. I'm always the level headed one." Which is true unless it comes to his kids being in danger.

"Okay then, I want to take over the business." I stated.

"You want to do what?!" Dad shouted. Soren squeezed my hand that he was holding. "Romero what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about me taking over the business. Look I know your ready to retire. I catch papa all the time looking at resorts or checking flights to our beach house. He wants to travel with you dad and I think it's time you guys do it. I'm old enough and qualified."

"Romero your not ready to,"

"And I know it is not a legal business." I cut papa off. "I also know that Soren helps you with your business." They cut their eyes over to Soren.

"He's my boyfriend and we don't keep secrets." Soren whispered. They sighed but I knew they understood.

"Okay Ro but that doesn't change the fact that you're not ready. I believe in your skills to run the business but what about your safety?" Dad asked.

"Well Ren can help with that and I don't know, I can get self defense lessons." I shrugged.

"No, niggas is dangerous in the field I work in. You need to be a heartless nigga every time you walk into a board meeting. Ask his dads. Hell, ask him. Soren is not the sweet boy you think he is. When he works with me he's a totally different person." Papa said.

"I know, who you think he talks to after he comes from those jobs. I'm ready for all that. I can be that guy."

"You ain't never seen how a gang operates how you gone be that guy. Romero you went to private school. Them niggas ain't go to school. All they know is the streets, they don't trust no niggas like you." Papa reminded me.

Alright so maybe I was raised with luxury but I know I can do this. I just need help. I just need a mentor. Someone whose in the streets and have been since birth, someone who won't give it up. I need a hardened criminal.

"We can ask Clover to help." I suggested.

Thank you for reading!