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Oscar and Mya stare at each other in silence in what feels like forever. He furrows his brows at her disrespect.

“Fine. Run me my money and then you two get the fuck out,” Oscar snaps.

I slide a wad of cash across the table to him. Oscar is too busy drinking in Mya. She’s now checking her cell phone and hasn’t even noticed him eye-fucking her. I clear my throat to get his attention. He looks down and quickly scoops up the cash. I begin to load up the guns in my two black duffle bags. When I’m done, I whistle toward Mya as a sign it’s time to leave. Oscar quickly grabs my arm and leans into me.

“Something wrong?” I inquire.

“Mya. What’s her deal? Is she single?”

I chuckle as I adjust the heavy bags in my hands. “No guy in his right mind would date her.”

“Maybe I’m up for the challenge.”

“She’s a box you do not want to open. Trust me on this one.”

At that moment Mya looks up from her phone at Oscar and they exchange some interesting yet uncomfortable faces. He bites his lower lip and tilts his head back. I roll my eyes.

“Are you looking at me like that because you want to fuck me or because you want to kill me? No. Don’t answer that. I like the suspense of not knowing what goes on in that gorilla brain of yours. Cisco, you done here? I’m bored.”

I grin at Oscar. “I told you not to open that box. There is nothing you want in there.”

He smirks.

“See you end of month, man,” I say as I catch up to Mya and we both start to walk toward the exit door.

“Hey, Hips! Eight o’clock. You and me. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Mya swings around hard and fast. I grit my teeth and prepare for the apocalypse as I turn around and watch the shit show about to start. She marches up to him and stops dead in front of him.

“Did you just fucking call me hips?”

He licks his lips, stares down at her actual hips and back up into her eyes.

“Yeah. Can you blame me for calling out your best asset?”

I might vomit in my mouth. Get me out of here.

Mya, of course, is unfazed by any of this bullshit. The girl operates on a cash mind only.

“My biggest asset is my mouth, and not in a way you’d like. I don’t give a shit about what body part of mine excites your dick. So, if you’re done playing Porno Pete here, I’m ready to go home and enjoy the rest of my day.”

He tries to hold back a smile as he looks over to me and then back to her.

“Let me feed that pretty mouth,” he pushes.

I make a disgusted face and drop the duffle bags on the floor.

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” she snaps back.

“How much?”

“I’m sorry?”

“How much for your time? Nothing sexual, I promise.” Oscar smiles.

She scoffs and shakes her head.

“You want to pay me for my time? Do I look like a hooker?”

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