“It’s not?”
Carter punched him in the face. “I said shut up and listen.” He hit DP again.
“I’m looking for your father, where is he?” Rain asked.
“I don’t know.”
Carter grabbed the back of DP’s head and slammed his face into the desk. “Wrong answer,” Carter said and slammed his face into the desk again as security arrived and began banging on the door.
“I said that I was looking for your father, where is he?” Rain asked again.
DP cut his eyes at Carter before answering. “He’s in Venezuela.”
“When’s he coming back?” Rain asked.
“He said that he would be down there for a while.” When Carter reached for DP’s head again, he blurted out, “He wouldn’t tell me what he was doing down there or why he left so suddenly,” he said quickly and hoped Rain, and especially Carter, would believe him.
“When did he leave?”
“Five days ago.”
Rain stood up and Carter punched DP in the face again.
“If I find out you had anything to do with what your father was into, we’ll be back,” she said, and Carter slammed his face into the desk again. He opened the door for Rain, and she walked out the office and past security. Before the guard had a chance to say anything, Carter punched him in the gut, and it took his breath away.
Chapter Twelve
Despite the fact that his nose was bleeding profusely, DP yelled, “I’m fine!” when his secretary asked if he was okay.
“Do you want me to call the police?” the security guard asked before he quit his job.
“No!” DP shouted. “Just close the door.”
DP took the handkerchief from his pocket, sat back in his chair and then held it to his nose. As the blood dripped down on his once clean white shirt, DP contemplated taking Sterling’s advice and joining his father in Venezuela, but he had too many things going on to leave right away. And on top of that, the majority of his money was tied up in legitimate investments, so he would need to liquidate some of those assets before he could go anywhere and that would take time.
Time DP knew that he didn’t have. If they could find him at the bank and knew about his father, it wouldn’t take long for them to put together his involvement and they would be back. Therefore, until he could conclude his business, DP needed protection. And if that was the case, there was only one place for him to go.
For his crew, Sterling’s house was the place to be. There was always something going on. Of course, there was plenty of dope. They were drug dealers, and where there are drugs and drug dealers, there were women. So, his crew would assemble there daily to hang out, talk shit, get fucked up and fuck around with the women.
Which is one of the reasons I hate coming over here, Venus thought.
But even though his living room, dining room, kitchen and some of the bedrooms were crowded with people having fun, there were times, a lot of times actually, when Sterling preferred to be in a room by himself, watching videos on YouTube. Oh, he’d come out and fuck with them, but after a while, he’d always drift back in the room. That day, was one of those days; the place was crowded when DP arrived.
“What’s up, DP?” a few said when he came in.
“Damn!” Hawkins said, and it caused everybody to look.
“What happened to your face?” Barnes asked.
“Shut up,” was DP’s response as he passed through the room and went in the room where Sterling was watching videos and Venus was doing something on her phone. She looked up when DP came in the room.
“Damn!” Venus said and made a face. It caused Sterling to look away from the screen.
“What happened to your face?” Sterling asked with a face more twisted than Venus’s.
“Carter Garrison.”
“Told you to leave. Now look at you,” Sterling said and laughed, so did Venus.