Page 100 of Heart of a Savage
I put my hand up to stop her from speaking. “Get your ass up and get out of here, or I’m going tomakeyou get out.” I pulled my nine from my bag, pointing it at her.
Corina stood abruptly and began gathering her things with tears in her eyes. I didn’t give a fuck about her tears. I guess, in a way, this was my due diligence for the late Oliver Green. That young man didn’t deserve to die, and it fucked with my conscience to continue to allow her to be the CEO of this company. She didn’t deserve it.
While she continued to pack up, there was a tap on the door. I turned to find the person who would be taking over Corina’s position. I smiled at her while putting my gun away.
“Hey, come on in.” She stepped inside. “Corina, meet Talia Green—Oliver’s sister.” Corina’s eyes blew the hell up as I continued, “She is now the new CEO of Crawford Realty. Talia, I have to go, but welcome to the family, and enjoy your new office.”
“Thank you so much. Ollie would have been so proud of me.”
“He sure would have. You can still make him proud by making this companyflourish.”
“I will do just that.” I nodded in approval while sneering at Corina. I then made my way out of the office. Corina was a snake, and her being jobless served her funky ass right.
Getting inside of my new Genesis GV80—an early push gift from my fiancé—I headed in the direction of his home that was going to soon be mine as well.
It had been a month since my father had been released from prison, and to say my mom, Paige, and me were ecstatic about his being home was an understatement. He’d been adjusting to being on the outside well, and Sabrina’s ass hadn’t let him up for air yet.
A few weeks ago, all of us, including the Crawfords, sat down and hashed out any problems we had with one another. I wanted my daughter to grow up with a loving family, so any lingering beefs and malice had to cease. I’m proud to say that Mr. Crawford and my family had actually been pretty mutual. They would golf on the weekends and go to my club sometimes to smoke cigars.
Mama didn’t like that because she swore my daddy was dipping off to the gentlemen’s club. I mean, I wasn’t opposed to my father seeing a little ass shake, but I stayed out of their business. The man had been down for ten years. I had already put the word out to fire any bitch that tried to take him to the VIP room, though. Mr. Crawford wasn’t exempt, either, but I was glad to see them getting along.
As far as Messiah and I, we were falling more and more in love each day. I couldn’t wait to blend our families and welcome Baby Asaria into the fold. MJ was going to be the best big brother. He was already spoiling her by buying her gifts for her nursery and sneaking me all the junk I desired behind his daddy’s back. I knew I was wrong for making him an accomplice,but MJ and I had built a special bond that not even his father could break. The small Harry Winston bracelet he got her for Christmas had me in tears. He had it engraved with her name on it, and it had “Big Brother Messiah” under it. It was simply beautiful.
As far as Mooney, I allowed him to rent out my house for as long as he needed to. He had finally found a girlfriend, and I actually liked her for him.
Pulling into the driveway of the home I now shared with Messiah and MJ, I got out and went inside, being met by Heaven, Halo, Hanna, and my fine-ass man with amazing dick.
“Hi, babies!” I exclaimed as they hurried toward me, rubbing their heads against my legs while I rubbed their heads. “Hi, big baby,” I greeted Messiah, puckering my lips.
He smiled and kissed me. “I feel like you been on bullshit today.”
I frowned and laughed. “What are you talking about? Why you accusing me of something I didn’t do?”
“I ain’t accusing you. I’m making an assumption.”
“Well, don’t assume. You’ll make an ass out of you and me.”
He laughed. “Come on. I want to show you something. Triple H, yoko ni naru!”
The three of them went into the sitting room and lay down.
“What the hell is that?” I asked, impressed but confused.
“It means ‘lie down’ in Japanese.”
“So, you’re just going to switch their language like that?”
“Not a switch; an added language for them to understand. They’ll listen to both.”
“Mm, show me what you need to show me.”
He took me by the hand and led me down the hall to a closed door. He opened it, revealing a room that held a bunch of paint materials and magazines.
“What is this?”
“It’s a room I want you to have for yourself. You said you used to want to be an interior designer. Well, I want to see your skills.”
“I told you that was a dream deferred…”
