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I chuckled and leaned back in my seat not bothering to get any of this disguise off of me. I’d wait until I got home and scare the shit out of Sweets. “Didn’t they warn you?”
He glanced at me and frowned. “Yeah. But we don’t have love colored glasses on like their asses did. Shit feels like a waste.”
I studied him and shook my head at his denial. “You say that now.”
“Where am I taking you?”
“Priest has a chopper waiting for me. Gotta face the music.”
“Job is done, right?” I glared at him because I didn’t appreciate the fact that he sounded like he was doubting me. He pat his chest apologetically before he explained. “My fault, I’m just wondering why Priest would need to say something to you. You did what you needed to and I know that shit was clean.”
“Who said anything about Priest?”
Ori’s brows dipped like I was talking in circles. “Who you facing the music to?”
“Jada. Damn, you really might need to do some premarital counseling with Mir for real. I been on a mission for a few days with no contact. She probably done left my ass.”
“You don’t seem too torn up about it.”
“For one, it ain’t like I can’t find her. And for two, I like the fucking chase.” I grinned thinking about how much fun it would be to hunt her down like I’d done previous jobs. The reward I would find would be so much better than the monetary bounties of before. To have her screaming out until that nectar ran down her thighs and I caught it with my tongue—
“Y’all are so perfectly matched the shit is scary.”
I was only mildly irritated at him interrupting my thoughts but now I was even more anxious to make them a reality. “Right?!”
Ori was silent for a minute before he shook his head and focused back on the road. “Couba was saying it was weird as fuck that you talk now. Xerx too. I ain’t really see it until now.”
“And like I told their asses, can’t unring the bell.”
I laid back and closed my eyes since my ass hadn’t really slept in the last week.
“Let me get you home before your girl comes after me next.”
CHAPTER TEN
Out the Bag
COREY
“SO YOU AND Porsha.”
I looked up from my desk and met the smug face that seemed to revert back to the quiet teenager I first took in whenever she was around me now. I knew why that was. For so long, Lyric had to beFinesse. She didn’t get the chance to be the careful loving person she naturally was. Hanging with me and Trav meant she had to be tough. Couldn’t show that softness that was innate to her personality because it would get her mixed up with the wrong people. And even with all her precautions, she still had two worthless people in her inner circle. But they were going to get theirs soon.
But I’d been seeing nothing but the soft side of Lyric because Grant ensured she got to stay in that mindset. She wasn’t out struggling, hustlin’ or worrying about my ass being locked up. Peace looked good on her and I vowed to assist him in keeping her this way.
I put down the stylus I’d been using to update my damn schedule since I was splitting time between both offices. The one here in Texas was far more lavish because this was the one Lyric would be at the most. There was no reason to deny that the majority of both of our time was going to be spent here instead of Georgia. Since shit was out in the open I was happy to think about the portrait I was gonna have Porsha take for me so I could put her up on the wall proudly.
“Yep. I know you got thoughts so tell me what’s good.”
I settled back waiting to see what she was going to say. She’d been happy about it at first, but things could change. The conversation that they’d had at Yzzy and Sampson’s wedding was something that they needed, but I knew that Lyric’s feelings with me might be different. I braced myself for what she had to say and how it could change stuff with us in the future.
Her grin widened and she tossed her long twists out of her face before walking further into my office. No matter that this was work, she was still dressed down in her sneakers, some wide leg jeans and aDesperadost-shirt. The label made us suit and tie niggas but that didn’t mean we had to dress like it everyday.
Lyric sat down in the chair and then folded her lil short legs under her.
“It’s a good look.”
She was being cautious about what she was saying but I knew that wasn’t all she had on her mind.
