Legacy: It's Never Black and White in Love and Business by E.W. Brooks Page B

Marcellus and Lena? They could afford it and with the history of bad blood after Mandell turned up dead, it was time that Tesha got a little payback.  
    “I’m listening,” Tesha sat back down onto the bar stool and threw her hand in the air. “Bartender, I need another drink.” Then she finally listened as James laid out their road to riches. 
    “But, you’ve only been divorced for two weeks,” Tesha complained. 
    “Well, I could still be married and just trying to shit you. At least I’m being honest.” 
    “I hear you, man. Gotta admit this is a little twisted, but I’m in,” Tesha smiled. 
    “They will never see this coming,” James laughed, “And, since we’re getting married and all, don’t you think you need to let me test out that cookie?” 
    “Hell nah, Nigga. You gone wait on this punanny. You wanna marry me to fulfill some twisted desire, I don’t mind.  But I tell you what, you’re gonna damned sure treat me right. Nothing is free, Boo. And, this is gonna cost you good behavior,” Tesha bent over and kissed her new fiancé passionately in the mouth. 
    In less than 24 hours, she’d hit rock bottom and rose back to the top. Now, she was days away from her biggest take ever. She would walk away a married millionaire and that was fine with her.  
    ***
      “Who the fuck is doing this shit?” Marcellus screamed, as he threw the picture onto his desk. “Jimmy, who the hell sent this?” he asked. 
    “I’m not sure, Mr. Marlowe. It was in with the incoming mail.” 
    “From now own, let the team know to not accept anything without a clear understanding of its origination point,” instructed the nervous politician. 
    “Excuse me, Mr. Marlowe.” 
    “Don’t take another fucking package without knowing where the hell it came from or who delivered it. Am I making myself clear?” 
    “Sure thing Mr. Marlowe. I’m gonna head out and grab some lunch. Can I bring you anything back?” 
    “No thank you. Lena made her world famous lasagna last night, and I think I’ll be eating leftovers. Thanks for asking, though.” 
    Marcellus watched as Jimmy headed out of the doorway and walked to his car.  As soon as he saw the young man sit down in his car, he picked up the phone on his desk. 
    “Yeah, get me Lightfoot.” 
    “Somebody’s trying to hold me over a barrel. Need you to look into it very discreetly, silently, in fact.” 
    “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’ll have Jimmy make the transfer in the morning. Just find out who’s fucking with me and shut it down.” 
    Marcellus sat back in his chair, scratching his head. 
    ***
    Jimmy had a call to make, too. He was on his phone before reaching the end of the street. 
    “What’s up, Youngblood?” the voice asked. 
    “Marcellus isn’t taking anymore unmarked packages. Everything has to be identified by the sender now, or it falls on me.” 
    “Falls on you?” 
    “Yeah, it’ll mean I’m fired.” 
    “Don’t worry about that scary motherfucker. I have a plan, and we’re coming for that ass. I got you covered, though. No one will ever know we worked together.” 
    “Thanks, Dad.” 
    “No problem,” the voice responded. 
     
     

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    “UNO!” Edwina screamed. 
    “Dang, not again,” Matthew complained. 
    “Yep, I whipped that ass. Go on, Mrs. Butterworth. I’ll take blueberries in my pancakes this morning,” Edwina laughed. 
    “I knew we should have played two-hand spades.”  
    “Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Quit your belly aching and feed me, Daddy,” Edwina smiled. 
    Matthew made his walk of shame to the kitchen when the phone began to ring. 
    “Hey Florence, get that,” he laughed as he lifted his head, stuck out his chest, and began to waddle like George Jefferson. 
    “Shut up,” Edwina smiled as she threw a pillow down the hall at her fiancée. She leaned over to look at the Caller Id. 
    A smile covered her face as she reached for the receiver. 
    “Hey Lena, what’s