Clover?

Chapter 7

"I will Ro." He called.

I walked out our building and down to the parking lot. I got in the car with Adonis who was typing on his phone. He looked intense but stopped when I got in the car.

"You ready nigga?" He asked looking up.

"Damn Soren gets nicknames and shit. I'm just nigga." I shook my head.

"Yeah cause you've earned no nicknames from me. So again, are you ready nigga?" He smirked.

"Yeah Clover." I grinned.

"See why you just nigga now?" He gave me a glare before pulling off. He started playing rap music I was into so I started nodding my head. "You listen to this?"

"Yeah, shocked or something?" I asked with a smile.

"A little. You and Soren didn't seem like the rap type." He shrugged.

"Yeah, he likes old rock mostly. But in my house Tyrell played shit like this and Bassir played R&B so I like any genre of music." I said.

"Yeah, same here. Romani was into any kind of music and David mostly listened to this or R&B. On the rare occasion uncle Zola had me listening to Russian rappers." I joked. Romero gave me a look before laughing.

"He tried that shit with you too?" I nodded. Zola had us trying to get into weird ass russian music. I didn't understand shit they were saying but he loved it. Chance shut him down though. Told him to turn that communist shit off.

"Dude, he was really trying to get us to like that shit. None of knew what them goofy niggas was saying." I laughed with him.

"Uncle Chance banned him from getting the aux for a year." Romero reminded me. "Wait remember that fucking song from Christmas?"

"Oh that was worse than the damn rapping. At least the rap beats were cool. That old lady singing in Russian over 'Silent Night' gave me nightmares." He shook his head.

"My sister said Christmas in Russian for three years after that." I smiled. I looked over to Adonis' bright smile. Yeah, nobody could help themselves around him.

"Alright nigga, uh Romero," he fixed himself. "I'm going to pick up yo ass up at three." I was about to get out of the car but paused.

"Soren wanted me to ask if you were okay. He was worried cause you looked tired this morning." I said.

"Oh yeah, I uh went to some girl's house last night. I ain't get home till three." He scratched his chin.

"Got you some ass last night huh?" I grinned.

"I wasn't gon let Ren be the only one fucking last night." He laughed.

"Trust Ren wasn't the only one fucking last night. I fuck back." I grinned. He gave me an odd face. It was a mix of confused and scared. "See you after work Clover."

I walked into my papa building. The receptionist nodded at me as I passed. They know me by face because of how much time I spend here. I usually visit every week but I've been slacking due to my Injury.

"Good morning Ms. Harley." I smiled.

"Good morning Romero." She said back.

I walked to the elevators and hit the button for the 25th floor. Tyrell has made a name for himself in the business world. Through his connections he's come up with one of the top shipping companies in the states. This is the base of operation and the most legal part of what he does.

I made it to his office and knocked on his door. His secretary opened the door.

"Oh, hey Ro." He smiled and stepped aside.