Taking the Risk, Amaunet Jendayi [book recommendations website .txt] 📗

a female that does something for herself without the help of a man but just wanted a man for the company.

 

Not sexual company either, but the real company. But the old days were long gone, where gentlemen were actually gentlemen and ladies were actual ladies. Now, there is a variety of personalities from both male and female going on.

 

His door creaking open interrupts his thoughts. He looks up to see Maryanne standing there, "I knocked." She informs him.

 

He must have been so deep in his own thoughts and feelings that he didn't hear the knock on his door. "It's fine. Come in."

 

Maryanne sits on the sofa to the right of his desk. "You have a meeting with Brownie Jordan for the merging of your two companies at 2:30pm." She reminds him of the schedule. "Then, at 5:30pm you and Tam Blusteel have a meeting about my concoction that I made a week ago."

 

She looks at Tyson, "something bothering you?"

 

Tyson sighs. "Naw, just work. What would happen if I took a rain check on those meetings?"

 

Maryanne pulls a notepad from her back pocket and flips through the sheets in order to find what she is looking for. "Okay. Found it. The reschedule would be on Thursday at 7am with Jordan and for Blusteel...10am."

 

Tyson nods. "Okay, that's good." He stands and packs up his things. He seriously needs a personal day, considering the fact that he hadn't taken one since his father handed the business over to him.

 

"Are you leaving for the day?" Maryanne asks standing.

 

Tyson nods holding the door open for Maryanne to get out, he closes the office door. "Well..." He stops in the middle of his sentence.

 

Tyson walks to the elevator door. Maryanne follows behind him asking him, "Where are you going?"

 

Tyson repeatedly pushes the 'down' button. "With the fellas. I need to think, like really think." The elevator dings and opens up. Tyson gets on the elevator.  "Cover things for me, please. Don't go overboard." The elevator door closes and goes down to the ground floor where executive parking is. He gets off and walks to his car. He is suddenly thrown into his car face first and a cold steel pointing to his neck.

 

"Where's Aynslee Velasquez?" The gruff voice demands.

 

"I honestly don't know." Sweat rolls down Tyson's face as fear settles in making his heart beat quicken.

 

"Yeah, you do. I know you do." The unknown assailant pushes the gun into the back of Tyson's neck a little harder. "I want to know. Where is she at!"

 

Tyson sighs trying to stay calm, "Look man. I do not know where Aynslee is. Last time I saw her was when I picked her from that alley. The next morning she bounced, I swear man."

 

The unknown assailant chuckles stepping off Tyson but still has his gun aimed at the back of his head. Without a pause, Tyson draws his own gun. The masked assailant's eyes widen in fear. "I told you I don't know where the fuck she is, bruh."

 

Tyson's guns is aimed directly in the middle of the assailant's forehead, also with his finger gently tapping the trigger. Thinking if he should pull the trigger or not. It would certainly make his day to actually be able to dead a nigga and get away with it like he used to be able to do. But, now cops had stepped up their game and would call swat faster than anything else.

 

"A'ight dawg." He drops his gun and takes off running at full speed. Whilst hauling ass, he mumbles, "Man, fuck orders! I am not dying for any female."

 

Blinking a little stunned, Tyson couldn't believe that happened. A thug that ran from a gunfight after trying to be all hard. All Tyson could do was blink in confusion as he got into his car shaking his head. He throws the gun on the passenger seat and drives out of the parking garage.

 

7

Aynslee Velasquez

 

Aynslee stirs her hot tea with a very thin and small straw whilst sitting at a local cafe waiting. There were a lot of people out this lovely Saturday afternoon, chatting and walking with friends and family. Just to enjoy a relaxing day for Aynslee is always a good thing, especially knowing that Patrick is in jail for all those charges.

 

But, Aynslee continues to look over her shoulder every once in a while, knowing that she couldn't let her guard down. Today, she is going to do just that. A small female that almost resembles Aynslee taps her on the shoulder. Aynslee turns around and smiles.

 

She stands up and hugs the female. "Hey, Luna."

 

Luna hugs her half-sister back with the biggest smile and a mouth full of metal braces. "HEY."

 

Luna is slightly darker than Aynslee and had shorter curlier hair, but no one could really tell that they were half-sisters. They always were told that they were real sisters, which was never a bad thing because that is what they considered themselves to be.

 

"Sit down. Sit down." Aynslee says excitedly. Luna takes the seat in front of Aynslee; placing her massive purse that resembles a huge duffle bag; to Aynslee; in the seat next to her. Aynslee never understood nor liked the whole purse concept. They always got in the way and then some females would use their purse as a trash bag, which Aynslee always found so disgusting and vile.

 

A female waiter comes up to Luna and takes her order of chamomile tea with lemon and a blueberry bagel. The female waiters goes to fill the order in. Luna tucks her own sandy brown hair behind her ear. Aynslee slightly sips her now lukewarm tea. Aynslee utters, "So, what's new? How's dad?"

 

Luna rolls her eyes with a smile, "Dad is dad. A hot mess in that house of his with that gold digging girlfriend of his. My husband Makio is great and we are expecting." She squeals the word 'expecting'.

 

Aynslee squeals as well. Luna reaches into her massive purse and pulls out the lengthy pictures, hands it to Aynslee. Aynslee takes the pictures and looks at them. The sonograms of Luna's baby, a sense of jealousy swells up along with some tears. But, she swallows her emotions and put a smile on for her sister. "Wow, Lulu."

 

Luna takes the pictures, "Yeah." She looks lovingly at them and puts them back in her purse. The female waiter comes back with Luna's order and with

 

Aynslee's special order of soup. "Anything else? Would you like me to warm up your tea, miss?" She asks Aynslee, Aynslee nods. The female waiter takes her teacup and walks off into the café. Then comes back with Aynslee's now hot tea, she moves on to another table. Aynslee and Luna smile at each other.

 

Aynslee didn't know what to say about Luna's pregnancy, a warm hand touches Aynslee's. Aynslee looks up at Luna touching her hand for a sense of comfort . . . which starts to bring back memories. The only soft memory that she has. . .

8

Aynslee

 

13 years earlier

 

Aynslee at 13 years old coughs violently due to her mother's cigarette smoke being blown in her face whilst her mother tries to fix her hair bow that lays crooked in her naturally curly hair. "

 

Hush up now. I knew I should have made you go get a perm with that birthday money that your grandparents gave you. But, NO..." Her mother spat annoyed at the situation and the bow.

 

Aynslee stood still . . . well tries to stand still while her mother angrily fiddles with the bow and mumbles about her first husband cheating and the daughter that came with that. Aynslee couldn't understand the rest of it, it died down to wordless mumbles. The doorbell rings. "Don't you move?" Her mother warns wagging her bony finger in Aynslee's face as her mother goes to answer the door.

 

Aynslee stood on a small stool in front of the full-length mirror. Her long hair covered some of her left eyes, her mother hated that, so that's why her mother was trying to pin it back with a huge ugly pink flower bow. The bow didn't even match the color of the dress.

 

Aynslee gets off the stool and goes through the clear hair box that set on the bench next to the mirror. Finding on a pretty blue hair clip that matched her green and blue frill dress that her mom got her at the thrift shop earlier that day. She goes back in front of the mirror and pin her hair away from her eye, then looks at herself in the mirror. Highly satisfied with the way she looks. It's also been a while since her mother had bought her anything for Aynslee.

 

"AYNSLEE! Get in here!" Her mother yells. Aynslee hurriedly rushes to the living room then stops in her tracks when she sees a little girl about the same age as she. They both blink at each other, Luna smiles and hugs Aynslee, Aynslee hugs back. Upon letting go, Aynslee goes to a very tall man standing behind Luna.

 

He squats down and twirls Aynslee around, she giggles as Luna joins in on the spinning, both their dresses flaring out. He kisses Aynslee's forehead, he stands up as Aynslee's mother blows smoke into the man's face. The man is attractive, in general, Aynslee knew that he is her father because of their eyes, nose, and mouth shapes. Also, because she had seen him plenty of times standing outside talking with her mother.

 

Aynslee never knew about what, but she would always guess that it was about him seeing Aynslee. But, her mother saying no for whatever reason. What Aynslee really didn't understand was how he saw her mother as attractive. Maybe it was long ago, the man grabs Aynslee's hand along with Luna but Luna grabbed Aynslee's other hand instead of her father's.

 

"I will have her back by 10:30pm." The man says. Aynslee's mother blows more smoke as she squats down to Aynslee. "Behave Aynslee! I mean it. Act like you have some common sense! For once in your life." Her mother warns, growling, then standing up and waving them off.

 

The day was filled with fun. They went out to eat, on the way to the restaurant the man introduced himself as Carvel Killian, Aynslee's father as well as Luna's. Also, had Aynslee and Luna ditch the frilly dresses and change into some brand new jeans, graphic tees, and high top sneakers. The restaurant was a high-end place, but it was full of screaming kids, video game noise, and