Page 117 of Roulette: The Madam

Suck my dick. I thought as I exited, wishing someone would tell me to move my shit.

I made it around the car to find Princess standing next to it. The scarf that had been wrapped around the strap of her purse was wrapped around her fist. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. When she’d managed to do any of it left me baffled. I looked on with wrinkled eyebrows and a slacked bottom lip.

“I fight kids, Israel,” she stated as a matter of fact, “You don’t have to.”

“Neither do you.” I chuckled.

“If they’re fucking with your baby, then yes, I do.”

“Princess, I can’t have you going to jail in this motherfucker.”

“I won’t.”

“Get back in the car. I don’t trust you.”

“I’m not getting back in the car.”

“Then take that shit off your knuckles. You’re not fighting any of these teenagers today, because then I’ll be forced to get active if they team up on you. I can’t promise anyone will make it out of this motherfucker alive. So, either unwrap your shit or get back in the car.”

“Maybe the parents are inside.”

“Now you’re talking,” I agreed.

“Exactly. And, it’s highly unlikely there will be fathers coming to get their kids in the middle of the day.”

“I’m starting to think you just want to cause hell right now.”

“And, you’d be right. I don’t play that type of shit, Israel. I’m one of seven girls. That’s not how we get down.”

“Come on Rambo.”

I ushered her inside of the school after a quick stop by the camera that she avoided completely.

“Malaya Kingston,”I informed the secretary.

“Oh yes. Sweet Malaya. She’s inside of the counselor’s office.”

“And where are the girls who have decided to give her a hard time?” Roulette asked, demanding answers.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Because I didn’t give it. But, I’d love the names and addresses of the children causing her turmoil so I can slap the bob off each and everyone of the mothers who gave birth to those stale Doritos eating, diaper breath having, BV keeping, cum rags.”

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

“Less talking and more typing, Sue. I’m not in the fucking mood. A young girl who simply wants her education is getting harassed by heathens at this school. I don’t mind having my lawyer in here first thing tomorrow analyzing the precautions you’re taking as an academic entity to ensure the safety and health of your students, not limited to the physicality.

“But, including the psyche. Because the behavior is less likely to occur or become a problem if the consequences and lack of tolerance are emphasized and implemented daily. You don’t want the lawsuit I’m willing to give you, so relieve yourself of the financial stress by giving me the fucking addresses. Understood?”

“I–”

“Underst–”

“Princess.”

She hadn’t blinked once. Neither had she stumbled over a single word. Her thoughts were clear and they were expressed well.

“Dad?”

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