Page 74 of Bona Fide

? Beez in the Trap —Nicki Minaj ?

Sadie: Call me.

I sigh.I already have seven missed calls from her, and it’s only nine in the morning. Knowing my typically anxious cousin, she’s more than likely freaking the hell out about the charity event tonight.

And since I don’t feel like spending an hour on the phone with her right now, I shoot her back a message to tell her I’m jumping in the shower and I’ll ring her back soon.

After my shower, I get dressed, shove a granola bar in my mouth, and as I’m about to head out the door, a loud knock sounds off it.

Fucking Sadie.

Chewing my quick breakfast, I lean back against the wall to peer around at my driveway through the front window.

Nothing’s there.

Nimbly, I walk across my floor, wishing to God I had a damn peephole when I whip the door open, ready to either slam it or punch someone in the neck.

I admit I’ve watched too many crime shows, as Chase accuses me of.

However, I never watched a show on how to take out three people at one time because on my porch stands two very large men dressed in all black and Demi in between them.

“What the hell are you doing at my house?” I snap before she can even utter a word. Demi’s red lips smile at me as she patiently waits for me to, what, let her the fuck in?

“Good morning,” she greets. “Glad I didn’t wake you up.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“May I come in?”

“No.”

Demi sighs heavily and shrugs. “Suit yourself.” She holds out her hand and one of the men behind her pulls out a manila folder. “I need you to sign this.”

I eye it. “For?”

“My future.”

I scoff. “I don’t give a fuck about your future. Get the hell off my property before I call the cops on you and the two goons.”

“I mean...if you want to.” I begin to propel the door shut but a large hand reaches out to stop it, pushing it back open. Goon number one keeps it planted there so I can’t try for round two.

“Let’s be a tad mature about this,” Demi voices before taking it upon herself to step over the threshold into my house.

“Did you hear me when I said I wasn’t inviting you in?” I seethe.

Demi, of course, ignores me as her two bodyguards walk in behind her, practically removing me from my spot so their big asses can stride through.

“You didn’t get to read what I brought.” She studies the decor of my front room, her back to me.

“Not interested,” I deadpan. “Get the fuck out—” Demi twirls on her heels.

“You said that already. We can’t have you working for us anymore so those papers are to cut ties to your contract that you signed with Governor Lockwood.”

“We?” I repeat. “I think you’re a little confused about who—”

“Have you watched the news today?”

“No.”

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