Free Defending My Mobster (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, Interracial Love

I’d never liked secrets.
     
    Then there was the whole Travis Burton problem. Just thinking about it made me run my hand over my face in annoyance. I’d have to have a very serious talk with Aleesha about her date choices at some point. She was not going to like it, she may even have a hard time surviving it. If I let her survive it, that is.
     
    Slinking across my apartment towards my office, I couldn’t help but sigh. Things got a lot more complicated than just Roman acting weird. There were far too many variables I was aware of for my peace of mind.
     
    “…Well I don’t particularly care why, Luther. That bastard has been stealing from me. I sent you there to get what I’m owed, and if he doesn’t have it then do something about it,” I told Luther. Hanging up the phone, I leaned back in my chair and scowled at the object intently. Things would’ve been different if the man, I didn’t even remember his name, had come to me instead of deciding to steal. He was dying, sure I understood that. The thing I hated was that he made poor decisions, and those decisions lost me money.
     
    “Angel, you have to listen to me, man!” Bursting into my office, Roman’s words only made my scowl grow as he strode over to lean on my desk with both his palms flat on the wood.
     
    “You’re getting too damn comfy with that girl and normally I would be fucking fine with it but you’re so preoccupied with her you don’t even know what’s going on under your own nose,” he accused me. Sneering a little as I pushed myself up to stand, I was getting tired of the riddles. If Roman had something to say, he should say it, not go around sabotaging me at every turn. That shit had to end now.
     
    “Then fucking explain it to me. I’m only one man, I can’t know what’s going on everywhere at every time, especially when family keeps secrets. So either tell me what is going on or I will have to deal with you too, Roman. We both know what that means,” I told him.
     
    Glaring at my cousin, I clenched my hands into fists and exhaled through my nose. Even my impressive network of spies was lacking sometimes, and he knew this. Hell, he was part of it. Letting out a growl of a sigh, Roman ran his hand through his hair before dropping himself in a chair but the animosity in his gaze didn’t falter.
     
    “Aleesha and Travis Burton are up to something big. Ever since you got those charges slammed on you, he’s been around,” he started. I scowled, I had already figured that out. There were a few reports that told me such, and seeing Travis Burton earlier had been unsettling. That party had been only for the higher ups, a business occasion of sorts.
     
    “Don’t fucking look at me like that. A few weeks ago while you were in jail, Candace came to me and told me Travis Burton is running out of money. I’ve been digging a little and it ain’t pretty, cousin. The guy is losing money faster than a race horse around the track. His investors are pulling out because he does some freaky shit in those labs, or that’s what I heard,” he said. This was not exactly front page news either.
     
    “That doesn’t mean that he’s involved in whatever that scheming bitch has planned,” I pointed out. Honestly, I hated Aleesha but her slipperiness came in handy sometimes. Unfortunately for her, that quality was quickly becoming annoying. Watching Roman roll his eyes, though, made me frown.
     
    “Oh please. Aleesha came to me last year talking about how I could make a ton of money. She knows I used to be jealous of you back when we were teens and your dad was showing you how to do all of this stuff. Said that if ‘we’ could get you behind bars I could take over. Fucking outdated. Anyway, I figured that if she had something planned, why not go with it? So I killed that senator and his wife and planted your prints. While you were on the paddy wagon, Aleesha told me to keep delaying your trial. When she found out you were dating that