Legacy: Book Two of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld by Shakir Rashaan

keep it under advisement. i can’t promise i won’t confront him with the information you’ve given me, but i will be discreet with any other information we share.”
    “Look, sajira, if you were any other bitch, i wouldn’t have said shit, real talk.” tiger got up from his seat on the couch to escort me to the door. He grabbed my coat and helped me put it on, kissing me on the cheek. “your husband is a newbie, just like you, but the difference between you two is he’s trying to fake the funk. i can tell you’re in this for the long haul. Now, go and see your Goddess, darling, and give Her my best.”

SEVENRAMESSES
    Reagan Washington National Airport, Arlington, Virginia…
    I walked off the plane and made my way down to baggage claim to collect my luggage, already plotting in my head how I was going to deal with the task in front of me.
    I walked by the limousine drivers and noticed a rather stacked and stout young lady, about six feet tall, maybe an inch short of that, holding a sign displaying my full legal name.
    I was surprised to see her there to greet me, especially when I hadn’t seen her before in my life. But it was a pleasant surprise to be escorted by such a lovely creature indeed.
    I guess in hindsight I shouldn’t have been too surprised, as I’d suspected Master Seti would spare no expense in making my stay in the DMV, as pleasant as he could. I’d called the day prior to my departure from Vegas to inform him of my arrival, as such was general protocol with any of the Elders associated with Amenhotep.
    The driver was very attractive. Her distinct features put me in the mind of the Italian peninsula. She was clad in a pencil skirt, teasingly above the knee, and matching blazer, both black in color, and four-inch heels. Her lean, muscular frame left no doubt she could handle my luggage with little assistance from me, no matter how much my vanilla-centric chivalry wanted to oblige her.
    “Good afternoon, m’Lord, my name is slave nadia. Please followme to the car, Sir,” nadia announced as she loaded the bags onto a cart and led me out to the parking lot. “Master has alerted me of Your presence, which is why i am driving You to the House, Sir. Master didn’t want You to get lost. He informed me it has been a few years since You’ve been out this way.”
    I laughed at her statement. It hadn’t been that long.
    “Yes, slave nadia, your Master has a way of reminding Me of such things in the most grandiose fashion possible.” We walked across the lot, and I was impressed to see the Cadillac Escalade Hybrid limousine we approached. “Very nice, slave nadia, your Master shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.”
    “Sir, if i am allowed to say so, He wanted to make sure You were especially comfortable while You stayed with us.” nadia smiled, looking forward instead of turning back to make eye contact. “He doesn’t make these accommodations for everyone, Sir, so it is an honor to be of such a special service to You.”
    I climbed into the backseat while nadia placed the luggage in the cargo area to prepare for the ride back to the estate. On the middle console was a USA Today newspaper, and packed in a cooler in the opposite seat from me was an assortment of soft drinks and juices and a bag of roasted peanuts.
    “Master thought You would like a light snack before Your arrival, m’Lord.” nadia read my mind before I could ask.
    I smiled. This had sajira written all over this one. I would say shamise also had her hand in this, but there was no telling if she was at the house at the time nadia called to confirm the items sitting on the side of me.
    “Remind Me to thank your Master upon our arrival, slave nadia,” I responded as she slid into the front seat of the car. I noticed a slight blush spread across her face at my statement. That meantshe knew she would be properly spanked for following her Master’s protocol to the letter.
    We made the trek, beginning from U.S. Route 1 heading