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He puts his hands up. “I said nothing sexual.”

“This is ridiculous.” She spins around and stares dead at me. I shrug. It’s her call. She spins around to Oscar. “Fine. Ten grand. Dinner in a public place, and no touching.”

He rubs his chin. “Twenty grand. Dinner at my place, and I’ll agree that I won’t touch you…until you want me to.”

I’m officially going to vomit now. I feel like I shouldn’t be listening to this.

“Bro. I’m literally standing right here. She’s my sister and this is wandering into really weird territory. We’re gonna leave now,” I finish. “Mya, lets go.”

“My apologies, Cisco…Fifty grand,” he says. “Respectfully.”

Shit! We both freeze in place.

“What the fuck is your problem? Who pays fifty grand for a dinner date and no ass?”

“I’m sorry. Is that still not enough for you, princess?” he smirks.

She starts groaning, erratically pacing and shaking her finger at him. I’m still stuck at the audacity of his offer.

“You’re insane. Certified crazy. You have a screw or two loose. I’m not playing anymore.”

She marches past me. Her face and her chest are red. I just side-eye and shake my head at Oscar while I pick up the bags and follow behind her.

“See you tonight, Hips,” he shouts.

Mya continues walking but flips him off.

“Mya. Fifty grand?” I whisper, as we walk out of the warehouse. “That’s wild.”

“He’s full of shit.”

“I don’t know, man. He’s got the money,” I say, as I pop the trunk.

“Yeah, but who the fuck would pay that? I’m bitchy and emotionally unavailable.”

“Maybe that’s his type.”

“Well, he’s not mine.”

I look over at her and make a face in disbelief as I load the guns into my trunk.

“Okay. He’s hot but he’s…annoying,” she says.

“Mya. Everyone in this industry is fucking annoying. If you want pleasant, go date a beekeeper,” I say, as I slam the trunk down.

Chapter 10. Mya

The doorbell rings. I stare down at the time on my phone. It can’t fucking be.

“I got it,” I yell to Cisco

I swing open the door to see a large man dressed in all black standing on our porch.

“Can I help you?”

“Mya?”

“Yeah?’ I reply, hesitantly.

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