Page 61 of Trig

“Oh, take a seat. It would be my pleasure to get the door.”

Mya sits down in frustration. Cisco shakes his head.

“We are fucked!” I hear Cisco mumble as I walk away.

I swing open the door to see a surprised young man in his twenties holding a bouquet of flowers. His mouth falls open a bit when he sees me. I’m just as shocked. I was expecting someone a little older. More seasoned from life. He’s dressed in black slacks and a black dress shirt. Diamonds in both ears. The watch on his wrists is worth roughly eight grand. The dress shoes on his feet are probably worth two thousand dollars. Behind him stands two colossal-sized men. I take a step outside and close the door behind me.

“Hi! I’m Oscar. I’m here to see Mya.” He stands there, right hand out, ready to shake.

I ignore his gesture, and instead, grab the pink roses out of his other hand, tossing them aside in the bushes. He seems unaffected by the move.

“You being here. This isn’t a date.”

“Mm-hmm. I figured that much.”

“And these two are?” I gesture behind him.

“My…drivers.”

“In this house we don’t allow…drivers.”

“They prefer outside anyway. They’ll stay on the porch. You have my word.”

He stares at the so-called drivers and nods, giving them the cue to stay put.

“Loyal. Like dogs? Perfect.”

I reach back and open the door with one hand, while I motion for him to come in. He steps in while I glance back and then glare at the two men eying me. I turn to enter and then close the door behind me. I swiftly turn to face him. My chest is just inches from his. He doesn’t even flinch.

“I know who you are, and I know what you do,” I whisper. “I don’t give a fuck about the block-heads outside. You’re going to take your fifty grand home and stay away from my daughter and my son. If Cisco owes you any money, I’ll pay off his debt in cash.”

Oscar leans in.

“Yeah. I can’t do that.”

I push him up against the closest wall with my forearm smashed against his chest. He doesn’t fight back. He stays calm and collected.

“Mya is not some whore you can just buy, and Cisco is not a toy to use in your war.”

I push my weight harder into him causing the air in his lungs to vacate. I watch as he struggles to breathe.

“I can collapse your lung right now if I hit your rib just right,” I whisper.

Oscar grabs me, and with all his force flips me around into the wall, smashing a family picture. He now has one hand gripping my neck and his forearm is now smashed into my chest.

“Listen! Offending Mya with an offer was calculated. Pissing her off was the only thing that seemed to grab her attention,” Oscar quietly argues.

I go to reach for my gun, but he smashes me harder into the wall. I groan in pain. I reach out and struggle to choke him.

“I’ll admit I may have over-flexed with fifty grand, but I genuinely do like her,” he continues. “I want to date her. If she’ll let me.”

I use all my force this time and swing him around, throwing him into the wall, and smashing another family picture. I have him pinned there, choking him out.

“A man in your position has other options. There must be plenty of desserts on the table,” I grit out, smashing his back into the wall harder. He begins to choke. He kicks me in the stomach, sending me flying back into the wood entryway table. He starts to cough and inhale at the same time. I stand up, ready to go again. He falls back against the wall, and puts one finger up as if to ask for a minute. I stand there in disgust, arms folded, waiting for his revival.

“I don’t want other desserts. I want the ulcer-inducing spicy jalapeno dip that no one will touch,” he says, short of breath, while rubbing his throat.

I scowl at him.

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