Page 30 of Breaking the Rules
There was something about Manny she couldn’t stand. She could never put her finger on it. She hated him around Zayden, but she really hated it when he would try to enter her space without permission. He’d even come to the club a few times and requested a private dance from her. He couldn’t afford her entertainment. She chose to keep it from Zayden in hopes of keeping her brother’s hustle going without hiccups.
Savanhi attempted to slam the hood, but his hand stopped. Too damn close for comfort, smelling like unwashed body parts, cheap weed, and poor decisions. Pushing him away from her and her car with the back of her hand, she slammed the hood and huffed. “Where did you come from and what the fuck do you want?”
“You know your mouth ain’t too ladylike,” he stated. “You need to watch that shit. A lesser nigga would teach you a lesson.”
Looking him up and down, the apparent irritation morphed into a full-blown frown. “I’m supposed to care about what you think? Furthermore, I wish a nigga would.”
“If you want my help, you would watch your mouth.”
“I didn’t. Wasn’t going to ask.”
“Damn, Vanh, you don’t have to be like that. I’m just looking out for you. You out here without protection. You need a nigga like me around.”
“So you’ve been sitting out here on some stalker type shit?” Savanhi asked, folding her arms over the breasts he couldn’t pull his eyes from. “I need a nigga like you away from me.”
“Nah, I fuck with a shorty across the way,” he said, pointing over his shoulder. “I was walking to my car and saw you lookin’stressed, so I decided to do you a solid. Where you going? I’ll take you.”
“Not with you,” Savanhi huffed, reaching inside the car to collect her bags. She would get to the dance studio in the nick of time if she caught the bus in two minutes. Securing the car and walking away from him, she buzzed. “Please keep your ashy bald-headed bitch ass away from me. How’s that for ladylike?”
Manny turned and watched her walk away. “You wouldn’t be so damn mean if you had some dick in your life.”
Savanhi pushed her middle finger up like she was trying to pierce the air with it. “Fuck you and your shrimp ass dick.”
“Ain’t nothing about my dick small, bitch!”
Savanhi spun around, offering him a lopsided grin. “Oh, no? Tell your hoes to keep that shit quiet then, bitch.”
She stomped away, and Manny kissed his teeth before turning around and roaming to a nearby car where Brixx was watching the exchange. Manny slid in and huffed. “How you didn’t choke that bitch is beyond me. I would’ve broke her ass down.”
“Her mouth smart as shit, but that pussy is grade A. Maybe if I kept fuckin’ her, I wouldn’t look like this,” Brixx motioned to his beaten face and slinged arm. “You need to go up there and see if Zay stashed some shit before he got jammed up.”
“You used to live there, how you don’t know?”
“Because you know that nigga. Always moving shit always switching shit up,” Brixx answered Manny’s question. “That’s why it was so hard for Cameron to catch them slipping.”
“You want me to connect her battery back?”
“Nah, you drew too much attention. Hurry up and handle that shit. I’m trying to get the fuck out of here before they figure our shit out.”
Savanhi reached the bus just in time. Seated on a worn seat, she sighed and pulled her phone out of the pocket of her leggings.
Vanhi: car broke…again. When is your last session?
Lawryn: between one now. Going late tonight. You got to get rid of Granny’s car
Vanhi: only thing I got left
Lawryn: You can come and wait here but the spot is going to be full of Crimson Kings
Vanhi: nah I’m cool. I’ll take the bus home I’ll be cool
Lawryn: you sure?
Vanhi: positive
Lawryn: if you change your mind I got you
Savanhi locked her phone and rested her head on the window. She would definitely need to do a few more private dances this weekend to get her money back up. Barely getting a nap, the bus stopped a block away from the dance studio. She double checked the time and rushed off the bus to the building a block over.
