Page 83 of Unlucky You

“Hang on to that for me.”

“You get her to agree, I’ll do both. Free of charge.”

“Are you seriously putting a challenge on the table that you know I’ll win?”

His smile expanded. “Nah, I’m just trying to provide a little motivation.”

“Your motivation is misguided as fuck. You’re way too invested in my personal shit, and seriously, if you had to cancel with someone to get this done, I’ll get it back to you.”

“Nah it’s all good; I was just fucking with you. You off today?”

“Yeah.” I frowned in irritation. “Walt kept the day open for some personal shit he needed to get done.”

“Where you coming from then?”

“PO.”

Tali smirked. “She still trying to fuck you.”

“Your PO is trying to fuck you?”

We both turned toward the door just in time to catch a younger version of Saniya crossing the threshold. She was in sweats and a cropped hoodie exposing her midsection with braids piled on top of her head. Saniya was behind her, dressed in similar fashion but her hoodie wasn’t cropped. She had two French braids and a hat pulled down low on her head. They both wore Doc Martens, no makeup or jewelry.

“Who the fuck did y’all just stomp into the ground?” I smirked when Tali spoke my thoughts aloud.

“Why would you think that’s what we’ve been doing?” Her sister arched a brow over her shoulder after she moved across the room and began checking out Tali’s work. One entire wall was dedicated to showcasing his finished designs with sketches and pictures of people he inked.

Saniya made her way to me, slipping her arms around my waist. The light scent of pineapples and citrus clung to her skin, feeling familiar. I cuffed her cheeks and lowered my mouth to hers for a kiss.

“I had enough women pull up on me ready to throw blows either at me or the woman they caught me with. I know what a fight fit looks like.”

Saniya rolled her eyes and turned against me. I hooked my arm loosely around her neck, pulling her closer to my body. “Of course you would,” she stated smugly in response to Tali.

“I’m not surprised. You check all the boxes,” Sameena followed.

“Boxes for what?” Tali crossed the room, standing next to her.

“Of being a fuck boy.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Damn. That’s the type of vibe you get from me?”

She looked him up and down and shrugged. “Pretty much. Cute face, dimples, goatee. Slick ass mouth.”

“You might want to wait until I do your coverup before you talk shit about me. What do you need?”

I watched the way my cousin was taking her in. He wanted to fuck and that was the last thing I needed. Tali kept his dick in rotation. I would be having a conversation with him about keeping the fuck away from Saniya’s sister.

She lifted her hand and he took it in his, brushing his fingers over hers. “What’s your name?”

“Sameena.”

Tali smiled. “You have your man’s initial tattooed on your finger and you want me to fix it because he pissed you off but you’re calling me a fuck boy?”

She snatched her hand from his. “How do you know it’s a man?”

“Y’all are sisters and her last name is Montgomery.”

“It’s her ex,” Saniya stated and Sameena shot her a “fuck you” glare.

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