Page 148 of Save Room for Us

“Kidnap her, and then what?” I asked. This could work well for me. I would comfort Asif, and he would fall for me again.

Shrugging ,Grady said, “Fuck if I know. The nigga just told me he’d pay me to snatch her ass up. Once I deliver her, he cando what he want to. He can’t walk, and low-key, he scared of Sif, though he won’t admit it, so he need somebody else to do his dirty work. I told him Asif and I used to be cool, so I know how he move, and it’ll be nothing for me to accomplish.”

“How much he paying you for that shit?” I moved away some, unable to take the smell for any longer.

“Fifteen bands.” Grady lifted his pants leg, and I saw a big white gauze with a rainbow of colors bleeding through, signaling an infection. Just then, the smell got louder.

Frowning at his wound, I said, “You willing to commit a crime like that for only fifteen?”

“Money ain’t coming in like it used to when I was a part of Money Fiends. Now I gotta stack and get paid any way I can. Once I get that fifteen bands, I’m saying bye to my family then fleeing the country before Asif catch on. What happens after that is between them two niggas.” He coughed. “Plus, he paid me for some other work too.”

I nodded, thinking it sounded good enough. I hoped Cedric killed Anastazia once he got her so that Asif couldn’t recover her. That way we could get back to our regularly scheduled program of us.

I knew it was over-the-top for me to wish death on that girl, but it was the only way. Asif wasn’t letting her go, and judging by the glow she was sporting and the way Asif had been visibly taking care of her, judging from social media, I knew she wasn’t leaving him anytime soon either.

She didn’t post much, but from what I did see, I knew Asif was handling her in all the good ways. You could tell when a bitch had a nigga taking good care of her, and Anastazia showed all the signs via her permanent glow and a few material things and surroundings I’d been able to peep. Even her daughter was living good. Therefore, only way to break them apart was for one of them to be gone from this Earth, and it had to be her.

“That would be so perfect for me,” I voiced, in deep thought. “You think he’d forgive me eventually?”

“What is yo’ obsession with that nigga? You fine as hell, yo’ pussy good,” he licked his lips, making me scoff, “and I know a plethora of niggas that would treat you like you worth.”

“Yeah, well, them niggas ain’t Asif.”

Grady smirked. “You mean they not rich as fuck and at the top of the food chain like him.”

“Whatever. I’m leaving. It stinks up here, and you need to get your leg looked at. That can’t be good.” I started crawling toward the opening of the attic.

“Can I get it one more time?” he jested—he had to be.

“Hell no.” I frowned. Not only did I not want to fuck Grady the one time I did, I wasn’t about to be fucking him in his boo’s husband’s attic. That was crazy to even say.

“Then I ain’t gon’ tell you when the kidnapping happens.”

“I have my sources, so I am sure I’ll find out some other way.” And with that, I left him and that funky ass leg.

“So, because Asif not fucking with you, that mean you can’t introduce us to his bros?” Bianni filed my nails.

“How would I do that without Asif, Bianni? I’m only around them when he’s around,” I explained.

“I guess.” She sighed. “Just seems like since your shit fell through, you don’t want me and Jalia to win.”

“Them niggas is married any-fucking-way, Bianni. Not like they’re about to divorce them uppity bitches and be with you or Jalia!”

“How you know? Niggas do it all the time.”

“No, niggas fuck on hos and tell them what they wanna hear all the time. I been around them niggas, and they are not leaving their wives.”

“Maybe not the other ones, but you can’t make me believe Cemone is only fucking Yolani. He got enough money and smarts to keep his side bitches quiet. Uncut too, but I heard he mean, so I’ll pass.”

“I don’t know who he’s fucking outside of her or if he is at all, but I know damn well he’s not gonna leave her for you or Jalia.”

“Oh, you got a master’s in Cemone Compton now?”

“No, but I’ve been around them boys enough to know what I see. He might fuck you but you not becoming the missus.” I softened the blow, knowing damn well Cemone wouldn’t even fuck her. He’d been a ho, but he was a ho with standards, and often, Bianni had hygiene issues.

“Well, just get me in the room with him. I can do the rest.” She focused on my nails, and I just watched her, still pissed she blabbed about the mommy issues knowing I’d explicitly told her not to.

“Why the fuck did you say Asif had mommy issues in front of him?” I blurted, unable to keep a lid on it any longer.

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