Page 25 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
She rode Mr. Kors like the winning horse at the derby. When they noticed my presence, an evil mug covered Mr. Kors face, and he grabbed his gun off the table next to him and aimed it at me. My eyes widened, and I ducked. The first bullet hit the wall, and the second one hit the wall in the hallway. I hauled ass up the stairs and back into the living room.
I grabbed my bag and ran right past Kahari in the kitchen. More gunfire took place as I jumped into my car and hit my automatic starter. Swiftly, I reversed down their driveway and onto the street. A bullet pierced my window and hit me right in my arm.
“Shit!” I cried. Blood poured down my arm, but that didn’t stop me from throwing my car in drive and speeding away. More bullets rang out, hitting my car and shattering my back window.
I burned rubber hauling ass away.
“Call Cache,” I told my car.
“Calling Cache,” the car repeated back.
The phone rang once before the smooth sound of his deep voice filled my car.
“Baby! You missing me?”
“Cache, I’ve been shot!” I shouted in the speakers.
“What the fuck? Where are you?”
“I’m driving away from my client’s home. He tried to kill me!” I sobbed.
“Who is your client?”
“His name is Raymond Kors. Cache, listen to me. I’m losing a lot of blood and getting delirious. I caught Raymond fuckin’ Honey Buns in a room filled with drugs and cash in there. They got some shit going on.”
“I'm on the way now! Find a secure spot and hide. I’m on the way. I’ll find y?—”
His sentence fell on deaf ears. My vision blurred, and I swerved off the road. I screamed and hit something hard, causing my car to sway back and forth then stop. My head slammed into my steering wheel. Then it was lights out.
I parkedmy motorcycle and removed my helmet. Today was our annual meeting for the club. Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood to talk numbers and shit. I wanted to pop up on Hevyn and feel her lips, but duty called first.
When I entered the fancy ass bar and grill that Tread liked so much, the host greeted me and led me over to our regular table. Tread and I shook up, and I took my seat across from him.
“Whassup, my guy?” I probed, signaling a waiter.
“I’m good, boy. I won’t hold you too long because tonight is Freaky Tuesday, and my Bryte got a surprise for me,” he revealed, grinning like a fool.
I laughed. “After all these years, your Gemini queen still got you pussy whipped.”
“Fuck yeah. Bryte will forever rule me, but you know the feeling. Trust me. I see how my little cuz got you eating out the palm of her hands. Flowers, gifts, and dates got you out here like a nigga in love.”
I went silent. Tread had just made me face a truth I’d questioned lately. Was it love between me and Hevyn, or just lust? The thought of her smile, wild curls, and loud giggle had me gone. There wasn’t a moment in the day that I didn’t think about her.
Every part of me wanted to be surrounded by her energy every minute of the day. Hevyn was kind, smart, sexy as fuck, and her whole “girl next door” vibe made me crave her like a fiend’s next high. Yeah, it wasn’t a lust thing. I loved that woman.
“You gone, my boy,” Tread’s voice filled my ears. Humor laced his voice.
I smirked, shoulders slightly raising from my brief laughter. “Damn. I am. I’m in love with her.”
“That’s a beautiful thing, bro. You deserve happiness and love just like everybody else.”
I placed my hand on my heart. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it. I didn’t think I’d ever find love, but I knew for a very long time that I liked Hevyn. She’s different . . . more my speed, which means she’s perfect for me.”
Our waiter walked up and took our order. Minutes later, we got items and business taken care of. I listened to Tread talk about some upcoming changes and security systems he wanted to implement. I added in my input and looked over the numbers.
Everything added up. One plus one was two according to the paperwork, so I didn’t have to pay our accountant a special visit. I tossed back the last of my tequila when my phone vibrated. It was my love.
I hit the green button on the first vibration. “Baby! You missing me?”
