Valenci: Never Lose Me

Valenci

I grab two glasses of cognac from off the tray. The servers are carrying around the room and hopefully my brother made sure they got the good shit.

Thanks." Valco takes the glass from my hand and immediately brings it to his lips. His eyes remain on Harlem and Rohm.

He's always been protective of his wife since the first day they met, but even more so now that she's carrying his baby.

For the longest time, I couldn't understand him when it came to the women in her lives and how they changed them.

But now, with Rohm constantly around me, I think I am beginning to comprehend. I sense this constant fear and uncertainty in her, and I hate it.

It's nearly as much as knowing that my family is causing it and there's nothing I could do about it. I don't only want to see her safe; I want to see her happy.

My phone goes off. I pull it out and open the message I just received.

"What is it?"

"The pills we found that were sold with our stamp on them. I had them looked at."

"Can't that wait until tomorrow? It's all about Harlem tonight."

Your wife's attention is fully needed for another matter." I point at Rohm and Harlem, who are surrounded by an awkward silence as they move from exhibit to another.

"So I guess she doesn't care about what you're doing right now or whatever you're talking about." His gaze wanders to our wives, and a smile comes to his lips.

I can still sense some reservations from him, but especially Harlem being so happy about having Rohm back will make it easier for him to accept our marriage.

"You might have a point. What are we dealing with?"

"It's a cheap ass copy. The chemicals are close to ours, but not of good quality." Which isn't a surprise. There is a reason we're dominating the market.

The suppliers we use only deliver to us, and that's why the quality of our product is untouched in this area.

"So my question is, does someone try to harm our business by pretending that this bullshit is ours or or are they trying to copy our product but in a fucked up way?"

"Could be both. But I'll find out. My men are already on it," he gives me a firm nod before emptying the contents of his glass.

"There's something else you might wanna know."

"What is it?"

"I've been around hearing about a lot."

"About what?"

"About that debt that was owed to the family."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't make any sense, every business they own is doing great. Also, if you count the shit they stole from us. There is possibly no way in hell they need that money and even if they did, why not ask our father about it?"

I nod in agreement. " yeah now that I think about it you're right shit isn't adding up."

"But we won't know anything like why he needs the money until we ask the family ourselves, and I don't think I'm willing to do that."

"As if the motherfuckas would even talk to you, but it doesn't matter anyway, they aren't touching my wife unless they want to start a war, and they know they can't win."

"You could also try asking our father, there might be a chance he knows something, but you probably shouldn't bring it up too soon after he finds out you're not only helped Martina's daughter, but also married her, maybe get him used to the fact that your wife is his brand new daughter-in-law."

"Yeah, whatever, thanks for that advice. I still have some time to prepare before that talk."

"Just make sure it ain't no other people around when you tell him." I rolled my eyes at my brother.

"As I said before, it doesn't matter what he thinks he'll have no choice but to get over it no matter how pissed off he might be." at least that's what I'm telling myself for now. There is no way to know how my father is going to react. The only thing I know is he won't be happy but then again it doesn't fucking matter.

I made my decision and I'm sticking with it. He may be my father, but Rohm is my wife. And I'm not giving up on her. Especially now that she's finally getting comfortable with me.