Page 1 of Heart of a Savage
My gun was pressedto his forehead.
All it would take was one shot to end it all.
End this affair, end my love for him, and get revenge on the man responsible for killing my uncle.
I hesitated.
I never hesitated.
I was heartless when it came to eliminating the opposition, so why was I hesitating to end this man?
I knew why, but I couldn’t allow the heart he thawed to think for me. Whereas I thought he was a corporate boss—that turned out to be misleading. He was just as cold-hearted as me, if not worse.
Those dark eyes penetrated me as he placed the pre-roll to his lips and lit it. He settled onto the couch, pulling on it until a thick cloud of smoke entered his lungs. “If you’re going to pull it, then bang that bitch, Juicy.”
“Fuck you!” I sneered. “You knew all along, didn’t you?”
He didn’t reply right away and instead exhaled the smoke, clouding my vision. “I did.”
I scoffed. “So, you were playing me the whole time?”
“No. I didn’t know he was your people?—”
“Bullshit! Your whole goal, whole plan, was to get me to fall for you… to knock me off my square. I was fucking stupid! I knew you weren’t shit. But I fell for you anyway.” A tear slipped from my eye.
“I never lied to you, Juice?—”
“Stop fucking calling me that!”
“A’ight. I’m not going to beg for my life if that’s what you’re aiming for me to do. I love you… ain’t never been a doubt in my mind about that shit. You’re my queen. My morning sun. If I could take back what happened to lessen your pain, I would. However, life is life. Business is business. Your uncle thought he could take something that didn’t belong to him, so that’s how the dice had been rolled, mama. Shoot your shot, though. Just don’t miss.”
“I won’t,” I said, clicking off my safety. “But before you die, I need to tell you one thing…” I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I poisoned your son.”
His eyes ballooned before the gun went off.
Pow!
May2022
Damn. I need to get my nails done, I thought, seeing the nails starting to separate from my cuticles.
I had been neglecting my days for self-care for over two weeks now. So much had been happening that I knew I needed to book an appointment with Esa as soon as possible. My eyes perused the spacious and nicely decorated office until they landed back on the person standing in front of me.
Do I feel like killing today?
That was a loaded question, but it was what I was here to do if this mythomaniac didn’t pay me my money.
“I’m going to get it to you, AP… I promise. You didn’t have to come to my office. I just need another week. I promise,” Corina pleaded as I sat in her office chair, glaring at her.
I wonder if I took those clothes out of the washer? Mooney always says I forget to do shit when I say I’m going to do it. Welp. I’ll find out once I get home.
Shaking myself from the corner of my mind that I escape to when trying to be rational, my eyes bore into Corina. I was trying to figure out if I should use my knife to sever her fingers or put a bullet in her kneecaps.
To everyone except the three ladies watching me, trying to gauge my energy, I appeared calm. I was everything but. This parasite standing in my face, playing in it, didn’t know me. Well, she didn’t know me until recently.
I may have owned one of the most exclusive VIP nightclubs in the city, played chauffeur sometimes, and hosted events on the surface, but beneath all of that, I was the woman people contacted to make their problems disappear.
Human problems, that is.
