Page 57 of Treason's Temptation
“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”
Ward drove me to my destination in silence, reminding me to call him when I was ready. Walking inside Bar 20, I was glad I dressed down. The floors creaked, while people sang along with 90s R&B, but somehow, that made it better. It felt lived in, and right now, that was exactly what I needed.
I slipped into the booth, and Rylo’s sister, Aston, slid me a drink without asking what I wanted. I respected that.
“Damn bitch! You have a throat of steel!” Rylo joked, almost making me choke on the shot. I covered my mouth to prevent the alcohol from spilling out, using the free one to flip him my middle finger. “What did y’all fight about this time?”
“Damn. You didn’t have to say it like that!”
“I know the make-up sex is crazy because y’all are always beefing. Can I watch?”
I wouldn’t know and didn’t want to. Treason was dangerous with his clothes on. I could only imagine what he would do with them off. The last thing I wanted was to end up strung out and desperate like Thandie.
“Nigga,” I groaned.
“What? Closed mouths don’t get fed,” Rylo shrugged.
“Don’t mind him. I dropped him a few times when he was a baby,” Aston replied, shielding her face in shame.
“It shows too.”
“Anyway,” Rylo cleared his throat, “The problem is y’all are stubborn as fuck. Unless he did get someone pregnant. Was it Thandie?”
“Nobody is pregnant. What is wrong with you?”
At least I didn’t think so. Then again, her being pregnant could be my way out, but my luck hadn’t been that good in a long time.
“Did Thandie ever come over?” I asked, trying to piece everything together.
Rylo shook his head aggressively, “No. Treason doesn’t play that.”
“So he’s never brought a woman home?”
“Now that’s gonna’ cost you.”
“Money hungry ass hoe,” Aston joked.
I rolled my eyes, debating if I really wanted to know the answer. When you looked, you were bound to find more than you bargained for. I learned that lesson the hard way and didn’t have the capacity for anything heavy tonight.
“I’ll leave that to Tre. I’m not paying yo’ ass. Some friend.”
My eyes ballooned, picking up my empty shot glass, drinking the crumbs of alcohol to hide my embarrassment. Friend?Where the fuck did that come from?I quickly flagged the server because I needed another drink immediately.
“Ugh, fine. Tre runs a tight ship. The only women who have had access since I started, outside of family, are Danielle and you. He was more than likely cracking those hoes in hotels.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I know what a nigga on a pussy mission looks like.”
“Again, how doyouknow?” Aston repeated, laughing.
“The same way I can spot a nothing ass nigga before you,” Rylo said, shifting to Aston with hiked brows.
“And what did he look like?”
“Dressed down so he doesn’t draw too much attention, but always smells good. He always drove himself but never stayed overnight, so those bitches didn’t get it confused.”
“You should be working for the FBI,” I laughed.
