Page 52 of The Millionaire Mortician
“I saw the shit with my own two eyes, nigga,” I assured him.
Nadia came damn near tumbling down the stairs with a bunch of bags. Mav rushed over to lend her a hand.
A few seconds later, the front door opened, and we all turned to see Daija walking in. She froze in her steps when she looked around and saw all her things at the door.
Before she could ask a question, I charged at her, grabbing her hair with one hand and choking her with the other. Maverick and Nadia stood back and just watched.
“Yous a nasty little smut bitch,” I hissed.
Tears came rushing down her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered with what air she had.
I didn’t mention any details, and she was already apologizing. That made the shit even worse. She couldn’t deny it anyway. Tapping my forearm, she begged me to let go with her eyes, but I squeezed tighter. Once I saw her eyes were closing, I tossed her ass to the ground and spat on her.
“Give me the keys to the truck and get all your shit and get the fuck out,” I gritted.
I didn’t even wait for her to catch her breath. I saw the keys along with the house keys on the ground. Snatching themup, I then walked into my office. No one followed, which I was grateful for. I needed to be alone. A nigga was hurt.
“Dai, stop shaking. Please, calm down. You’re scaring me.” Talina was worried sick.
I couldn’t control myself. Tears just kept pouring out as my body shook vigorously. My emotions were all over the place. I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me.
“This shit is crazy. I told you to be careful,” Talina stated.
She was up to speed with everything since she came to help me get my things out of Milan’s house. Maverick gave her the rundown, while I couldn't even get two words out. All I was able to do was cry.
“I fucked up, Lina. I fucked up.” I shook my head and bawled my eyes out.
One stupid night just ruined my relationship and potentially my business. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but it wastoo late when I tried to back out of things. The crazy part was, Fabian, Frost, whatever the fuck his name was, wasn’t even worth everything.
While I felt for myself, I was more hurt for Milan. I’d broken his heart and done the unthinkable. That man was so good to me. I don’t know what got into me that I fell weak, and to his opp at that.
“Shh, shh, I know. Just take it easy,” Talina coached me. She hugged me tight and didn’t let go until I calmed down, which took forever.
I kept a poker face the entire time I was getting my things out of the house. It was almost easy to do since Milan locked himself in his office. He couldn’t stand to see me. Once I got in my car, which I’m thankful I kept, the dam broke. And when I reached the inside of Talina’s house, it only got worse.
“He’s probably going to take the salon away,” I sniffled.
“Let’s not worry about that right now. Let’s focus on you relaxing,” Talina suggested. “Are you hungry?”
I shook my head no. With everything going on, I didn’t have an appetite.
“Nah, let’s go get your favorite. I can deal with having some seafood right now, too.”
She wiped my tears and helped me adjust my clothes. I knew Talina wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I just gave in. We left the house and went to a seafood spot that was open until like two in the morning.
When we arrived, I stayed in the car while she went to order. As I stared into space, my thoughts flashed back to the way Milan wrapped his big hands around my neck. His eyes were dark, almost looking like the devil himself with no soul. I thought he was going to kill me the way he looked, especially when I started to see white dots.
I just knew it was over for me. It was now either that I move back to Atlanta or that I get my own place in Brooklyn. It all depended on whether or not Milan snatched the salon. Thinking about all the what-ifs and how things would be for me made me zone out completely.
Before I knew it, Talina jumped back in the car with the seafood boil, and we were headed back to her place. The ride back wasn’t long since it wasn’t any cars on the streets. Besides that, my mind was so far gone, I wasn’t even paying attention to shit, for real.
Once we were back inside, Talina didn’t waste any time unwrapping the pan to dig in. We got our plates and bags, then set them up on the floor in the living room. I turned onBaddiesso we had something to watch while we ate, which was a habit of mine if I was in front of a TV.
First, I ate corn, an egg, and a mussel. Then, I cracked one of the crab legs and sucked the meat out of it. Moments later, I felt a rush of vomit rising, so I jumped up and sped to the bathroom. I threw up everything I had just eaten.
“You okay?” Talina questioned, eyeing me closely.
As I was about to answer, another wave came up and I had my face in the toilet bowl once again. Sliding down onto the floor, I just stayed put in case I had to go again. My body instantly started to feel weak.
