Page 44 of Roulette: The Madam

“Don’t wish that bad luck on me, bitch. That’s not my life’s destiny. On private jets with my titties bouncing in a wealthy nigga’s face is my fate and the only fate I’ll ever accept. Unmarried. Ovaries still intact. Pussy still tight.”

“My pussy is still tight, Rou,” Rugger clarified.

“So is mine,” Egypt added.

“Oh, honey, you’re two big head babies in. It’s got some major stretch to it. I bet you tinkle a little when you laugh,” I challenged.

As the words left my mouth, she burst into laughter. “How do you know?”

“Cause kids have no fucking regard for our bodies. That’s why I’m not risking my life to have one of them little shits. I’ll forever be Tee Rou. I’m alright with that.”

“She’s insufferable. How have you all dealt with this for so many years? Like, was she always this way?”

“Always,” they said in unison.

“And, won’t change.”

“Well, seeing as though Kiara is still alive and well and she’s not planning special therapy for her disabled child when it comes out of the womb, I’d say you have changed, sister,” Rugger stated as a matter of fact.

And, she was right.

“I’m proud of you for that,” Rome blurted. “Just remember to breathe when you feel like wrecking things. Just breathe.”

“She can breathe while beating a disloyal bitch, choking a disloyal bitch, shooting a disloyal bitch, burying a disloyal bitch, slapping a disloyal bitch, smothering a disloyal bit–”

“We get it, Royce,” Roaman yelled, getting all of our attention.

“Oh. Just saying,” she chuckled, leading the way for the rest of us.

My cheeks swelled. My back arched. And, my body shook as I doubled over in laughter.

“I got the point, sister. All of you guys are right. Did I want to drag, Kiara? Kind of. Did I? No. Will I? Still on the fence. The kid is innocent in it all but I’d be lying if I said I gave a good damn. Nevertheless, I want it to survive because I’ve been dreaming of the baby shower meatballs.”

“You’re going?”

“I am.”

“Who is going to invite you, Roulette? Be fucking for real?”

“Me if she doesn’t but I’m sure she will.”

“How? She’s fired,” Rugger asked.

“She’s down the hall, Rugger, doing her motherfucking job. Which is the main reason I didn’t drag her and that baby down the steps of Chino’s home.”

“What’s the other reason?” Roaman was curious.

“I don’t think I gave a fuck, honestly. I mean, yes, it was jarring but not jarring enough to get a rise out of me. They still haven’t gotten much of a rise out of me. If caring and not caring is a place in all of this, that’s where I am and where I will stay.”

“Then why the hell was two million wired from Chino’s off shore account to yours?”

“Because, I said I didn’t care. I didn’t say I didn’t have the sense that God gave me. He’s a nigga, Royce, he deserves to payfor the pain and suffering he assumes he’s caused. I’m letting you all know that I don’t feel any type of way about the situation. I won’t tell him. Plus, I’m not done with him. The principle of the fact will have him hurting worse than he assumes I am. He claims to know me. Obviously, he has no fucking idea about me. That’s a damn shame, because it’s going to cost him.”

“An expensive mistake,” Range tittered.

“A very fucking expensive mistake. The most expensive one that nigga will ever make.”

“Cheaper to keep her,” Rome added.

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