Page 7 of Breaking the Rules
“Man, every now and then, I got to dip back just for an adrenaline boost.”
Noble dropped his head back in laughter. “You hell, boy. She gon’ try to kill your ass.”
“She crazy but she ain’t that damn crazy. Remi be looking for a reason to knock bitches out. Speaking of which, she said she’ll fly out to dog walk shorty.”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ around and you about to find out.” Noble sighed. “I’m not calling Remi to do nothing. She’s going to fight and then start cryin’, her tender ass.”
“She’s a sensitive gangsta, you know that.” Sincere chuckled and cut his eyes over to Noble. “And don’t talk your shit, Deuce. Who was the girl you had stalking you when got to Majestic? Remi had her ass gone in a snap.”
“Brooooo, fuck you,” Noble whooped. “I went out on one date with shorty, and she started trippin’.”
“Date? Nigga, you fucked her, took her to get pizza and ghosted her.”
Noble groaned and palmed the top of his head. “You know what, you right. I was drunk as fuck too. And to think about it, it was your fault.”
“You always blaming your poor decisions on me. Since kids. You got to cut that shit out,” Sincere said with a cackle. “Mecole wasn’t my fault and whatever you do tonight, ain’t my damn fault.”
“Tonight? I just asked you, nigga.”
“Your slow ass believed me. You got to stop that shit too. Nigga, I lie from time to time. You think I’m going to be sitting around all night lookin’ in your beady ass eyes? Hell nah. It’syour three-o. You gon’ forget this shit with your ex, you getting drunk and you gon’ have some damn fun. If the deal goes through, I’m throwing another party,” Sincere shared.
“I should’ve known better.”
“Should’ve.”
FOUR
“Where am I going wearing this?” Savanhi asked with her brows furrowed. “Law, bring me something else.”
She held up the mini dress and huffed. “This is barely going to cover my coochie, let alone my ass.”
“How do you dance and you don’t want your ass out?” Lawryn teased. “Isn’t your ass out every weekend?”
“It’s not actually. And I’m a trained dancer by trade, a stripper because life is expensive as hell. But never have I been a whore. And I’m not wearing this,” Savanhi returned. “Where is this party, and why do you want me looking like a slutty version of Wilma Flintstone?”
“So, the party tonight is on Ocean View Beach.”
“How’d you get the invite, though?” Savanhi asked, squinting her eyes in her cousin’s direction. “Ocean View is a private beach for people with long, private money.”
Lawryn bounced her tattoo-covered shoulders and batted her long lashes outlining her light brown eyes. “I have clients. Some exclusive that think I’m a vibe.”
“This client… are you fuckin’ him?”
“How do we know it’s a him?” Lawryn posed.
“Because you went through a phase in college and learned you didn’t like being the giver,” Savanhi spoke with a pointed expression.
Lawryn giggled. “Yeah, that wasn’t for me. I would tell you, but you get to overthinking. And I’d rather you go in with your inhibitions down and enjoy yourself. Especially after you tried to tear that nigga’s eyes out.”
“I’ll do it again, too,” Savanhi huffed. “It’s twenty-four hours later, and I’m ready to fight all over again. Janiyah too. Hoe ass.”
Lawryn waved her finger. “Uh uh no. I stayed up all night with you, crying, cussing, drinking, and riding around looking for her to beat her ass again. Tonight, I’m getting you drunk and hopefully someone else to help you get over surviving a bum.”
“Maybe I should be focusing on stacking money to pay for more studio time? Dick or wallowing in pity shouldn’t even be on my list of things to do. There is so much to do. You can go by yourself, I’ll stay back and just relax.”
Lawryn watched as the boutique owner reappeared with a few dresses and bathing suits in her hand. “Just in time. Try these on, we only have a couple hours to get ready.”
“I sense you’re on some bullshit tonight, and I’m going to be bailing you out of jail in a dress with my ass out.”
