Page 29 of Roulette: The Madam

“And?”

“Yes, and. You don’t make the rules, Chino. I do.”

“Okay. Okay. And what?”

“Israel.”

“Hm?”

“Israel.”

“Roulette, what do you mean Israel?”

I propped my hands on both hips and stood ten toes down. He’d heard me correctly. It was best he got comfortable on his knees because that’s where he’d be permanently by the time I ended my quest to up the score. He’d be wishing I’d just put a bullet in him when it was all said and done.

Childish, I chuckled inwardly.

I wasn’t a golden child like Rome or Roaman, who would find pleasure in moving on. Watching Chino crumble was much more exciting. Watching the blood drain from his face as I mentioned the one man Iknewwas off limits was too satisfying.

The problem is, niggas will fuck anything.I admitted.Usually letting their semen roam in women who couldn’t hold a flame to their woman.

Women, on the other hand, usually climbed the ladder and I wasn’t the exception to the theory. Not even someone of Chino’s caliber would interest me. It was bigger…better. Or, nothing at all.

“You said whatever I want. I’m a woman with everything her heart desires. So, let’s rephrase that.WhoI want is more convincing, Chino. And, I want ISRAEL.”

His eyes nearly dislodged from their sockets. “Roulett–”

Yes, Chino. I am interested in the nigga you look up to. The one you call Unc. The one that’s the closest to a father you’veever had. The one who has had you under his wing since you turned nineteen. Him. I want him.

“It’ll be fun. The three of us, much like with me, you, and Kiara. You know, the night I found out y’all were fucking and she is having your baby? Just like that night, but we’re going to swap Kiara for Israel.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?”

“In fact, I am. If you want me to consider giving you another chance, I must even the score.”

“Matías didn’t do that?”

“No. He only put me on the scoreboard. I have a ways to go. The entire baby situation has you way ahead of me, Chino.”

A deep sigh fell from his lips.

“Israel, Roulette? That’s overkill.”

“So is Kiara and so is the pregnancy, but here we are. I’m not in the business of convincing, so you can take the offer or leave it. Either way, you’re getting the fuck out of my house.”

I pointed toward the door. Whether he was the one to set it up or not, Israel was on my list of things to do. It was happening. Chino would be wise to be in attendance to control the narrative. Otherwise, there was no telling how the story would end.

“Out–”

I tipped my head, urging him to leave. He began back peddling, picking up his clothes on the way out.

“Two million Roulette.”

“Two million and Israel, sounds even better.”

“No, two mill and we keep this shit pushing.”

“No, Chino, but now that I know you are willing to come off of two million, the price just increased.”

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