Clover?

Chapter 7

"Hey, how are you Daniel?" I smiled.

"He's telling me my schedule for the day. I guess yo ass should know too since you are with me today." Papa said. I looked over to my dad who was drinking coffee. He was in a suit which was normal for this job.

"Yeah, I guess I should huh." I walked over to his desk and sat my briefcase down.

"Okay then Mr. Jackson has a meeting at 12pm with a tech company looking to start shipping with us. Then he has lunch with your father, and one last meeting at 5pm with Mr. Akashi." Daniel read off.

"You schedule lunch with dad?" I asked.

"We gotta schedule it or we might get caught up and miss work." He shrugged. Didn't need to hear that. "Thank you Daniel. You can leave after lunch today. I need you to email that clothing company today though. They getting on my damn nerves."

"Thank you Mr. Jackson. I'll have your lunch before I take my leave." Daniel smiled and left the room.

Tyrell sighed and walked around to sit at his desk.

"I can't believe my little boy is taking over my company." He laid his head on his arms. "Fucking finally, I tired of this shit damn. Always smiling and holding back from beating people's ass. Now I can lay up under yo dad all day."

"Come on Papa it's not that bad right?" I laughed.

"I mean you'd be able to handle this shit more than me I'm sure. You went to school for this shit so it'll definitely be easier for you. I barely hold back from putting my foot up people's ass." He lifted his head.

"It's more than just having the knowledge of the job right?" I asked.

"Well yes, Bassir had you doing little white kid shit like soccer so you don't know the ins and outs of this business. Adonis teaching you about the street shit though right?" I nodded. "Alright, let me teach you just how shady the niggas is. Only person you can trust is yourself."

"Look I have an agreement with your boyfriend's dad, that's the only alliance I have that's long standing. Him and Zola. They never change anything but that's a given, their family. The rest of them niggas you gotta change shit up as you see fit. For example I was fucking with that nigga Ricardo but he started slacking so I had to give him some incentive to pick it up. I cut our contract and let that nigga drown till he got it together. When he tried to overtake me, I got rid of him." He explained.

"And get rid of means?"

"I killed him." I guess from my face he got the message. "Listen Romero, you my kid and if I didn't think you could do this I would've pulled the plug but you have to kill to do this job. You gotta understand it's you or them and every time it has to be them." He gave me a serious glare. That's the same thing Clover said.

I know what it feels like to be shot. I understand how it feels to be in that situation but it doesn't mean I can bring myself to kill anyone. I guess if it's my life or there's I could but to just kill somebody that's fucking crazy.

"Look, let's go over how we pick what trucks are holding what." He sighed. "Take it easy for the day. I could fucking use an easy day."

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"And when dad was so mad when Cayden basketball coach sat him out, that he got kicked out of the game." I laughed.

Bassir had come in for lunch and now we were all laughing about the past. Today was actually going well and I got to help dad pick out the next shipments. He also let me see how they monitor production. It's all simple really.

"Fuck y'all, my baby deserved to play he was better than all them little white kids on that court." Papa glared. Dad hugged him to his side to comfort him.