Page 28 of Roulette: The Madam

My palms pressed against my cheeks. I inhaled deeply and exhaled at the same pace. Slow and steady. When I reopened my eyes, long and hairy legs greeted me. My nostrils flared with aggravation. My body jerked in the opposite direction, facing the menace standing outside of my shower with his dick in his hand and eyes trained on my naked body.

“I’ve made myself clear, Chino. You don’t deserve to dominate spaces we just so happen to share with your height. On your knees,” I commanded.

Instantly, he shrunk. The skin of his knees met the cold floor. Satisfaction still hadn’t reached me.

“Now, leave.”

“Roulette, baby plea–”

“This is not up for debate, Chino. I asked you to leave nicely. The next time it won’t be my lips talking. It will be my pistol. So, unless you already have a trust fund started for your child, I suggest you leave. Or, I’m going to lay you to rest and take everything you’ve worked your entire life for. Please don’t underestimate me. We both know how I carry on.”

“Tell me– I don’t want to lose you. Just tell me what to do. Tell me what I need to do.”

“Leave while you still have breath in your lungs,” I warned a final time before grabbing the cleansing sponge.

I pushed the pump of the body wash twice before rubbing it in with my index and middle fingers. I was quickly reminded ofhow Matías had used his hands to extract my honey from the pot. My pussy contracted.

“Mm.”

“Roulette–”

I turned to find Chino still on the other side of the shower. Fed up with his presence, I hung the sponge on the hook next to the showerhead and slid the shower door backward. Chino stood on his feet in an attempt to tame the rage that was brewing inside of me.

“Wait. Wait. Please, Roulette. Just fucking listen. Please.”

“Move, Chino. I warned you,” I hissed, pressing forward.

“Roulette, fucking listen, man. Fuck. Just listen, and I promise I will leave you alone. Just think about the shit I’m telling you.”

“What the fuck is it? Hm? What’s so important you’re willing to risk your life getting off your chest? Hm? Because if it’s about Kiara getting rid of the baby or you being sorry, I’m shooting the shit out of you. That’s on my father, nigga. Get to talking, fuck boy!”

“Any amount– name the amount, and I will have it in your account by the end of the week. Any amount you want just to hear me out and give a nigga a second chance.”

“I don’t give second chances, Chino. Don’t be foolish.”

“Make an exception. A five hundred thousand dollar exception,” he bribed.

“No.”

“Seven-fifty?”

“No.”

“Roulette, you’re killing me.”

“I’m not, but I sure want to.”

“A mill–” he groaned as the words left his mouth.

“Not enough, nigga.”

“A mill and a quarter,” he reasoned, “Come on, Roulette.”

“A mill and a half to hear you out. That’s it.”

“Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

“And–”

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