Page 2 of Divine

We’d had this conversation half a dozen times already. For his own safety, I needed Trevor to at least meet Syre and Maven before we moved forward. Psalm didn’t like anyone. Neither did Bishop, but he was a lawyer so at least he could be diplomatic. Usually, Trevor understood that.

Instead of continuing what was bound to turn into an argument, I picked my phone up and snapped a picture of myself. I was cute as hell per usual. I was dressed in a simple black Prada tricotine dress with black leather Prada sneakers. Both were gifts from Trevor. A gold watch with a diamond bezel decorated my wrist and was complemented by the simple diamond studs adorning each of my ears.

“Fuck you want with her, nigga?”

The chaos that erupted startled me, causing me to drop my phone on the floor. I screamed as I jumped to my feet. I looked around helplessly as Syre punched and kicked Trevor like he wasn’t a big ass two hundred and something pound football player. They were easily the same size. I never dated anyone who I felt my brothers could easily beat up. It was a rule. Instead of fighting back, Trevor held both of his hands over his head to block Syre’s feet as he kicked him relentlessly.

“Syre, stop!” I shouted.

“Fuck you doing in here with him, Divine?” Syre quizzed, looking over at me. Fire danced in his eyes, and his chest rose and fell as he watched me. He was actually expecting me to give him a response.

“What do you mean? I was on a date until you came in here showing your black ass.”

“You don’t fucking date, D, especially not this nigga! Take your ass to the car and wait for me!” Syre bellowed.

“I’m not going anywhere. In case you forgot, you’re not my father,” I reminded him, folding my arms across my chest in defiance.

“Hey, don’t fuck with me tonight, Divine. I’m not in the mood for this shit. I get interrupted from getting my dick sucked to come rescue your ass from getting sex trafficked or some shit, and you wanna get sassy. Take your ass to the fucking car,” Syre ordered, shoving his finger in my face.

“Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave before we call the cops,” one of the waiters said as he approached us.

“Unless you want to pick your teeth up from off the floor next to ol’ boy, I suggest you move the fuck around,” Syre warned him.

The night had gone from bad to worse in a matter of seconds. Shaking my head, I grabbed Syre’s arm.

“Let’s just go,” I urged.

“Yeah, I thought you would see it my way,” he said, pulling me with him toward the exit. Once we were outside, I snatched my arm out of Syre’s grip and slapped the shit out of him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Syre? I keep telling you that you can’t tell me who to date. I wish you would get that through your thick ass skull.”

“The hell if I can’t. Baby girl, you’re so busy trying to go against me when you need to concentrate on making better choices. If you thought things through sometimes, I wouldn’t have to put myself in your business. I’m trying to save you from yourself.”

“I don’t need saving, Syre. You have to let me make my own mistakes.”

“I tried that, and you go and pick this nigga. That fool was just arrested for sexual assault and possession of ecstasy or some shit, girl. He about to lose his contract and everything. You don’t watch the fucking news, Divine?”

“You know I don’t follow sports. If he was arrested, then why is he out here walking around like nothing is wrong?”

“The charges were dropped. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t guilty, baby. I don’t even want you associated with a nigga like that, sis. He can’t even protect you. You see how he balled up like a little bitty bitch when I got on his ass.”

“What did you expect him to do when he was blindsided by a mad man?”

“Fight back! Do something. You think a nigga could just run down on me like that?” he quizzed.

“Of course not. Like I said, you’re a mad man.”

“And you better fucking know it. Just fucking big for no damn reason. I should go back in there and shoot him in his shit for being a waste of space.”

“Whatever.”

“Stop playing with me and go home, Divine. I’m sending someone off Bishop’s team to your spot tonight. Thanks to your nonsense, I just fired your whole fucking team. Come to find out you been sneaking and creeping with this dude for weeks and none of them had the balls to tell me until they saw his bitch ass on the news tonight. Fucking rapist ass nigga!” Syre spat.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said, shaking my head as I marched toward my car.

“And that dress is too gah damn short!” he called to my back.

“It’s the perfect length for you to kiss my ass,” I tossed over my shoulder.

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