Page 11 of Attracted to A Savage

"Take me out? Take me out where Kairo?" She asked as she looked at me like I had just violated her.

"We can figure it out when we get there. My folks are having a welcome home gathering for me, and I want you to come with me, too." I laid back against the headboard as I waited for her response. She said nothing, so I pressed her.

"What's good, Cashmere?" I gritted. The way she was looking was lowkey agitating me.

"Ro, do you think that it's wise that we're out and about in the free word four days after I just got you out of a double homicide charge? If someone were to see us together, every case I've ever tried would be called into question. Thank you, but no thank you. This is still my profession." She snapped as she exhaled.

I chuckled. "So what you saying is, you can fuck me, but it's nothing else? Bet." I snapped back at her. I gave her too many opportunities to change her mind, and now she was really about to wake up some shit she didn't want to.

"That's not what I'm saying." She tried to reason as she reached out to touch my arm.

"I know, baby, so get dressed. You're going to meet your family." I kissed her forehead. She scoffed before she slid to the edge of the bed, picked out clothes and headed to shower.

3 YEARS LATER

Getting off the private jet, I was just glad to have my feet on the ground. The turbulence made me sick as hell, and I couldn't wait to land. As soon as the three of us got off, we all started pouring sweat. The heat in Puerto Rico was set to hell, and if I could get any blacker, I would be.

I had agreed to a family vacation for my mother's birthday, and I knew it would be a hell of a weekend. My siblings, Kaira, Kaino, Kaire, and Kaice, had already touched down and were waiting for us at the house. They had brought their spouses with them, as well as my nieces and nephews. It was the first time that all of us had been in the same place since a nigga came home, and we were about twenty deep on the island. But any chance I got to make up for lost time was always welcomed.

"Mama, where you going?" I questioned as my mother walked in the direction of a street vendor instead of going to the black truck that I had booked to transport us. A closer look made me chuckle because she was going to buy a daiquiri.

I waited on her outside the door as she reached into her bag, gave the vendor a twenty-dollar bill, and swayed back in the direction of the truck. Helping her inside, I got in behind her and closed the door.

"It's my birthday weekend. I'm on vacation, and I got my babies and grandbabies in the same place. What could be better than that?" She asked as she twisted open the top and took a sip. I looked at her and smiled before I turned away and looked out the window as we rode down the street. Passing the stores, markets, and food stands on every block, I took in thescene around me. I was no stranger to traveling; I had been to many different countries and places, but I was always there for business. It was rare that I got the chance to chill, so this was different for me.

"Ayo, stop!" I barked at the chauffeur as I widened my eyes to make sure that they were working. He hit the brakes hard. The horns of the cars honked from behind us. That didn't matter to me.

I jumped out of the car and made my way through the rows of the shop, never taking my eyes off the woman I hadn't seen in three years, but I would know from anywhere. Cashmere Savage. After I was released, we dated for six months. She had my head gone, and I had never seen forever with any woman the way I saw it with her. I respected that she wanted to keep her career, so I wasn't pressuring her to be public about us. But shit ended, and I had nobody to blame for that but myself.

Going to Cash's contact, I called her phone for the fifth time. We hadn't spoken since she left to go to the office this morning, and she hadn't responded to any of my messages asking if she wanted me to bring her lunch. As it went to voicemail again, I hit a U-turn in the street and headed toward her office. Truthfully, my mind started thinking the worst because she always made sure that she hit me back. She had never gone hours without at least sending a nigga a message. With her career, I know that for every person who loves her, two hate her. She called me back as I neared the building, easing my thoughts.

"You good baby?" I asked as soon as it connected.

She didn't respond, and I could hear a commotion in the background.

"Thank you for letting me take you on a date," the voice in the background said.

"A date? You think this is a date? This is a business meeting." She said as she giggled. I didn't need to hear anything else because the laughing already had me on a million. Cause what the fuck was so funny.

"A man could only wish, right?" He said back as she laughed again. Pulling the phone away from my ear, I thought about the fact that she had shared her location with me a while back. I checked to see if it was still turned on, and it was. I made my way to the restaurant where they were.

I passed by the side of the restaurant and saw her sitting outside on the patio with a drink in her hand, still amused. She was too busy entertaining this nigga to even notice my truck.

Throwing it in park, I walked into the restaurant and went straight to the door that led to the tables outside. As soon as I rounded the corner, she looked at me, and her eyes bulged.

I took a seat beside her and faced the nigga she was talking to as I sat my gun on the table.

"Since he's a comedian, I want to know every joke this nigga just told, and if I don't laugh, I'm going to air this bitch out."

He sat back in his chair and threw his hands in the air.

"Ro, this is a business meeting, please." She said in a harsh whisper, and I could see the embarrassment all over her face, but I didn't give a fuck.

"What the hell is going on?" He asked. As soon as he said it, I picked up the gun and hit him in the face with the butt of it. She screamed as I went around the table and hit him a couple more times. The patrons of the restaurant were running and screaming for someone to call the police.

"You need to go." She said as she tried to push me away and kneeled to tend to the nigga on the ground.

I can still hear her crying when I called her that night.

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