Rise & Fall Of A Don

Chapter 30

Narration: I remembered thinking back on how excited I was for my yacht party. But little did I know that's where it all started to unravel. I don't know how those motherfuckers even got clearance to come on my fucking boat. But what I would remember the most is Sasha's face. I just wanted to pull those feelings out of her and put them inside me and bare them for her. But I couldn't. Only time would do that. After that, I got a surprise from my boy Nan. Was it a nice surprise or a bad surprise you ask? Continue with my story and find out.

Tommy Pov

I chuckled. Sasha really thinks she can make moves and I won't find out. Sasha has always squirmed under my gaze, like a child that was in trouble, because nine times out of ten, her ass was in trouble. She gives herself away every time. I don't mean to study her in a scrutinizing way. I just like looking at her. And I can't always control my facial reactions. But I get it. I really do. Now she needs to fucking get it. I won't compromise where she's concerned. She doesn't have the kind of relationship where she can just go to work then stop by her mother's house and let her take money out of her purse. That's getting annoying to me by the way. I told her one time that if she fucks with Sasha again, I will kill her miserable ass. I will have to visit her soon.

But then again, this is Sasha I'm talking about. If I don't give her something to do, she will get into trouble. I've said it time and time again. There's no blueprint for Sasha. Another one of her will never be made in this lifetime. She was raised in the hood. She has a doctorate in Paleontology. She's sweet, mean, sassy, classy (sometimes). She's sensitive, smart. She cooks her ass off. She bakes. She does it all. She's bossy yet submissive. So I wasn't surprised one day when I told her to iron my shirt for my suit and she told me my hands weren't broken.

I chuckled. She beat all the odds. She's the only girl I know from the hood that remained a virgin until she was grown. Most girls in the hood started having sex at 12 and 13 years old. Trust me I know.

Now I'm on the horns of a dilemma. Do I let her work? Because if we don't address it, she will continue to sneak around and get her ass beat or definitely find more trouble to get into. Or do I force my way on her and have her unhappy in the process. I don't want her to be unhappy. Decision. Decisions.

When they made it home, she came into my office. She never knocks. She said if I want privacy then I need to leave the house because a man with a family doesn't get privacy and she's right. Jensen is always in here talking or sleeping on the couch. I'll be glad when he starts school. She stood by the door like she was afraid. She fidgeted and wrung her fingers together. This usually happens when she knows she has fucked up or was about to tell me something I wasn't going to like.

"Can we talk?"

I just stared at her. She came and sat down.

She looked down at her fingers while she talked. "Tommy, I...I don't want you to be mad. I did what I thought was best at the time. An......d."

"I'm getting old here, bae."

"I have a job," she blurted out.

"They will let me work from home to research findings and stuff. I just need a dry area to work. I was thinking about the basement. I will only have to go in on rare finds and stuff."

On second thought. Her working in a museum can be very beneficial to me. I am a connoisseur of rare finds myself.

"Tommy, just let me have this. I won't ask for anything else. I just need this for myself."

"Ok." Her eyes snapped up to my face. She looked at me to see if I'm serious.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, but you work strictly from home. You can go with me or security when you need to go there in person."