Page 17 of Breaking the Rules
“Enjoying her vibe from time to time. I can’t really dive too deep into that though.”
Noble rose his brows in question.
“Dame...”
“Ah fuck. That’s her nigga?”
“Her brother. Ain’t trying to touch that for real. Gang shit always outweighs whatever we think we need.”
Noble scoffed in agreeance. “Gang shit had me thinking if I was married by thirty and had some kids I was living for real. That I made it out without being another number who was gunned down in the street, family carrying my hearse and shit. We see what kind of bullshit that was.”
“You different though,” Sincere pointed out. “You just need to get you something that doesn’t want what’s in the bank, just you. So when it comes, don’t fuck it up.”
“I hear you.”
“Good, ‘cause you got a habit of trying to be me,” Sincere joked.
“Fuck you,” Noble laughed. “Ain’t nobody wearing jorts and hard bottoms or fighting these crazy ass women. I’m good on it.”
EIGHT
“Shit,” Savanhi groaned, rubbing her earlobe, realizing her earring was gone. “Zay is going to kill me.”
She moved through her apartment to the front door. Every step she took, she could still feel the thickness and length of Noble. To have a dick like that and charm like that, she knew women were hanging on to his every word. She chalked him up to being a toxic nigga with good dick. That was enough to get her mind off him long enough to open the door and let Lawryn ease in.
Lawryn’s eyes were covered in large, black designer sunglasses. Her movements were slow, and she carried coffee and breakfast from a spot up the street. Savanhi took the items out her hand and moved toward the kitchen to unpack everything. Lawryn climbed onto a barstool and groaned.
“Hand me that black coffee. I got you a fruit bowl and egg whites. I know how you get about the nights you have to dance.”
“Got on the stage bloated one time, and that drunk ass nigga asked if I was pregnant. I thought about kicking him in his face,” Savanhi huffed. “Looked like you had a time last night.”
Lawryn grinned as she slowly sipped her coffee. “Tuned up, I can go through the summer without stabbing no one for fuckin’ with me.”
Savanhi rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay. You keep a man like you keep ink.”
“I can’t help that,” Lawryn replied, tapping her pointer and thumb together. “Must be my charming ways.”
“Mmhmm. It’s something.”
“So, what did you get into when you disappeared?” Lawryn asked, removing her sunglasses.
Coolly, Savanhi poked her lip out, “Nothing. Took a walk on the beach, lost my earring, came home.”
Lawryn squinted her eyes. “You a lying ass liar. And I saw the way you walked around that corner. You got some dick.”
“My walk could be from anything. Stretching. The dance classes.”
“Bitch, shut up. Who was it?”
“How are you going to tell me to shut up and want my business at the same time?” Savanhi asked taking the top off her tea to squeeze honey in it. “It’s nothing to talk about.”
Lawryn winced. “It was bad? You know niggas like bragging on their dick and the shit be trash.”
Savanhi nipped her lip, having flashbacks. Subtly squeezing her thighs together, she hummed and recentered herself. “None of that, just not talking about it. Maybe if it were me pre-Brixx, I would be leaping from wall to wall with possibilities. I’m not doing that again.”
“Well, I didn’t want you falling head over heels. I just wanted you to get over it. Because if you didn’t, you’d take him back again. How many times did you take him back after something he did? You should be parenting right now. Not picking up pieces.”
Savanhi sighed. “Too many times. More times than you know about. I can’t go through that again, Law. I’m not. There’s rules now, I’m sticking to them and that’s just that.”
