Page 16 of Roulette: The Madam

“Pipe down, ladies. Using our hands is so– well, unnecessary,” Rugger claimed.

“Are you in your closet?” Rome asked.

“I am. It’s vacation time, baby.”

“Rugs, please. Go lay down and prepare to suck Psalms’ dick when Psalem falls back asleep. That man deserves to have his balls in your mouth every night for putting up with your shit.”

“I’ve sucked it already,” she stated with a roll of her neck, “And, Psalem doesn’t need to be asleep for his father’s balls to be in my mouth. He has no idea what’s going on. He can’t even lift himself from the bed to see what all the commotion is.”

“She has a point.” Egypt chuckled. “She has a point. Now, Jru, on the other hand–”

“Leave my baby alone. Keep her out of this,” I chastised.

“Kiara is pregnant?” Roaman questioned. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around that part of the story.”

Contour.

Blush.

Highlight.

“There’s no need. Chino is going to bleed from the heart profusely over the nex–”

“Few hours. Just give me a few hours to get there,” Rugger told me.

“Rugger, go to bed. I need him alive for the next step.”

“Next step?” She paused after pulling a black shirt over her head.

“Yes. And when I said he’d bleed I didn’t mean physically, Rugger. Keep him alive. I want to enjoy his pain. I need him living to feel it.”

“Ugh. When did you girls get so fucking soft?” She huffed.

“Around the same time you did.” Royce laughed.

“Checkmate,” Range called.

“What’s your plan, Roulette?” Rome asked with her voice etched with concern.

“Where are the tears?” Roaman chuckled. “Women used to cry from heartbreak.”

“I’m not women. I’m Roulette. And, big girls don’t cry, babe. You know this,” I reminded Roaman. “I can’t remember seeing you cry when a nigga broke your heart.”

She nodded. “I can’t argue with that.”

She hadn’t been in a relationship since medical school where she had her heart broken into pieces. She didn’t shed a tear. She shoved her head deeper into the books and graduated two semesters earlier than her predicted date of completion. She was barely seventeen when she was handed her degree.

“Colombia, Rome. To answer your question.”

“What’s in Colombia?”

I removed the head wrap from my head and allowed my hair to flow. A brand new paddle brush smoothed my install.

“Chino’s source of money. His main source.”

“So that’s your plan?” Egypt asked.

“No,” Rome answered. “Breaking all the rules is.”

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