That took care of the other women in the room. I looked down and watched duck lips take her last breath while holding her neck with blood oozing out of it like a river. I smiled as I watched her die. Shit made my dick harder.
“Noooooooo, why did you do that? I was going to give you the money. That was my wife,” Taco Meat said.
I walked over to him.
“Nigga, blood splatter. Wipe that shit.” Grove nodded his head toward my face. He never loosened his grip on Taco Meat.
“That bitch made my face dirty.” I walked over to where Taco Meat was, grabbed his shirt, and wiped my shit off with it. After I cleaned my face, I looked at him.
“Any final words or thoughts?” I asked as a courtesy.
He remained silent. I whipped my knife out, and Grove moved his arm just in time for me to slice his shit. Grove let that nigga fall to the ground, and I went over to pick up the bags. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed my cleanup crew.
“Cleanup at the Nile,” I said, and disconnected the call.
I threw one of the duffle bags to Grove, and we walked out the same way we walked in. I nodded at the bartender before we made our exit. We threw the bags on the back seat and got in the car to take off. I was ready for some fun, and Melph would get the bags later at the meeting he had planned for us.
“Nigga, you wild. You really had ole girl about to suck yo’ dick. You gotta stop that shit,” Grove said with a laugh.
“That’s my signature, nigga, but she was his wife. I ain’t that fucking evil, although that is a pleasure outside of slicing a motherfucker. And her mouth looked juicy as fuck. I couldn’t do it, though,” I told him as we drove off.
I dropped him at his house in the Treme and went to my condo to get dressed. I parked in the underground garage and got out. I grabbed the bags of money, bringing them with me. I didn’t trust nobody, even though the garage and building were heavily guarded. As I pressed the button, the glass doors opened, and I heard heels clacking. My eyes left my phone and looked up. I was fucking stuck. I’d never been the type of nigga to let a female make my heart run rampant, but this woman had me going. She was fucking beautiful.
I took her in from head to foot. She had on reddish tan Jimmy Choo diamond encrusted heels. Her calves were thick like she had run track in her younger days, which led up to thick ass thighs and a waist with a nice set of breasts. The pink dress she had on barely covered her ass, but in a classy way. I had never seen her before. She must’ve been new to the building. Her nails were neatly done and matched her toes. I couldn’t decipher if she had on makeup or not, but the shit was flawless. Hervanilla sun-kissed skin wasn’t flawed at all. Her small hands held onto her phone as she held a deep conversation.
From how she was talking, I knew it was a nigga. Her auburn hair was swept to the left side and stopped right under her breasts. The shit was sexy as fuck. I stepped on the elevator, expecting her to step off so I could watch her walk away, but she didn’t. She remained on the elevator as I walked on and pressed the number for the top floor. She looked over, giving me the once-over before talking back on the phone.
“If you weren’t going to make it, you should have said so. I got dressed and was standing outside, waiting for you to come, and you never did. You know I hate that shit, but you constantly do it and think I’m just supposed to be okay with the shit. That’s not how this shit works. It’s called a relationship and fucking communication. You don’t know how to fucking communicate, and that’s why we can’t do shit together!” she yelled into the phone, forgetting I was there.
The doors closed, and she hung her phone up, then rolled her eyes at me.
“What? You see something you like?” She licked her lips at me, and I couldn’t say shit. She was beautiful, and I didn’t want to say something stupid and fuck up her already fucked up day.
I dropped the bags on the floor and stepped into her personal space. Then, I took a chance and moved her hair away from her face. I was surprised when she didn’t flinch because I was a stranger. I looked down at her. Even with heels on, I still hovered over her. Her eyes went to mine, and my hands grabbed her chin.
“Fuck that nigga. You are too cute for the dumb shit,” I whispered and noticed the goosebumps form on her arms. She tried to step away, but I grabbed her waist, bringing her closer. “Don’t do that. Don’t move when I’m talking to you.” Her presence was drowning me, but I wouldn’t show it.
“How do you know it was a nigga? It could have been a friend,” she said, and I smirked.
“If it was a friend, you wouldn’t be that mad, so I knew it was a man,” I told her.
She smiled softly. “I don’t even know you.” Her voice was just above a whisper as her light brown eyes shone.
“It ain’t about knowing me. You don’t need to know me, but that nigga who stood you up don’t deserve you.” She tried to turn away from me, but my hand pulled her chin back to face me.
“Nah, we talk with our eyes and mouth. Don’t turn away from me. I see now you hardheaded. What’s your name, anyway?” I licked my lips, keeping the bottom one secure with my top teeth. I smiled, letting my platinum grill show, and she blushed.
I could see that she wasn’t used to the aggression, and the shit was a turn-on for me. Her innocence was sexy as fuck, and I didn’t want to taint her with my lifestyle. I was a wild boy, and from her persona, I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it. She sucked in a deep breath as her long lashes made her eyes look low.
“My name is Raven.” Her voice was so soft and sweet.
I could listen to her all day, but now wasn’t the time. I was young, wild, and free. I knew I would break her heart, and I didn’t even know her yet. She looked to be older than me, and I loved them seasoned. That turned me on and made me want to know more about her.
“You don’t wanna know my name?” I asked because I knew she was about to get off the elevator.
She looked up at me and smirked. Her hand met her hip, covering mine
“I already know who you are, Hellcat. I have heard so much about you, and none of it was good.” She tried to back away again, but I gripped her tighter. She wasn’t getting away from me just yet. I turned slightly to stop the elevator from moving.