Page 36 of Heart of a Savage
There’s a meeting tomorrow with the old owners of the building. As soon as he buys them, I’m going to figure out how to get them to you. You took all I had, but I promise I’m doing all I can. Just please be patient with me.
Me:
Bitch, I don’t have any more of that shit left. I’m starting to think you’re trying to play me, and I’on like that.
Snake Bitch:
I promise I’m not, AP. I’m going to figure something out. This is really hard.
Me:
Smmfgdh. Since you unalived that man to get where you are, I’m going to give your desperate ass a break. I’m going to make the nigga an offer. Send me his information once he buys them. After that, you belong to me, Corina. If I say jump, you better ask from which fucking building.
“These niggasbetter not be ugly, Paige,” Megan said as we sat inside of J. Alexander’s.
I didn’t care how his friends looked. All I knew was I didn’t really want to do this. I’d already met him, and he seemed cool, but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his friends. However, P wanted me to get to know him better, so I had to play nice.
“My man ain’t ugly, so I’m sure his friends aren’t either.”
“You do know that it’s always one or two ugly friends out of the group, right?” Mayani asked.
“So which one are you?” Paige countered, and we laughed.
Mayani clapped. “Ha-ha, bitches. We allbadin this motherfucka, so don’t play.”
“You know I’m just fucking with you, Yan. But honestly… I’m just glad to finally be hanging out with y’all. It seems as if we haven’t done this in a long time. We’re always working or on a job. Andthis onenever gets any rest. She’s always on the move,” she said, pointing at me.
“I’ll sleep when I die,” I replied.
“Terrible!” Megan giggled.
“Right! That’s Mooney’s house now, and his dogs too.”
“Bitch, no it ain’t,” I told her, offended.
But she was right. I didn’t stay at home a lot because I was either driving people around part-time, doing hits, or at my club. I couldn’t sit down because it gave me too much time to think, and I didn’t like my intrusive thoughts.
I was about to tell her off about my babies when her fiancé entered the restaurant. I couldn’t front; the nigga was fine and giving major BDE. I could see his friends flocking behind him, but couldn’t see their faces yet. When they finally made it to the table, my eyes locked onto my archnemesis. Instantly, I started to feel a tingle in the pit of my stomach, and my pussy felt like it was clapping excitedly.
The fuck is wrong with you?
The cocky smirk on his face made me want toq slap it off as my face twisted.
“Oh, hell no!” I exclaimed while the asshole smirked at me.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Miss Mean Ass,” he countered.
“Wait... You two know each other?” Harvey asked.
“Yes.”
“No,” we both said simultaneously, with me following up to clarify. “I don’t know his ass. All I know is he came into my club, invaded my space, solicited mediocre dick, and ain’t pay the twenty percent tip out.”
“He’s a dancer?” Mayani asked.
“Fuck all that. Y’all fucked?” Megan queried with humor playing on her face.
“Psh! That nigga tickled me. I don’t call that fucking.”
