Page 46 of Heart of a Savage
My eyebrow raised. “What you mean?”
“You seem uptight—like a corporate stick in the mud. Going on a date will loosen you up.”
I chuckled. “Damn, lil’ sis. Tell me how you really feel.”
“I’m just saying.” She shrugged. The doorbell rang and she hurried off to answer.
“Love you, son. Remember what I said.”
“I got you, Pop.”
I kissed his forehead again, then headed to the front door too.
“Hey, Mr. Messiah!” Gabby spoke once I made it to the foyer.
“What’s up, Gab? Y’all behave. I shouldn’t be out too late.”
“Stay out as late as you want, Si. We’re going to hold down the fort.”
“Yeah, okay, Pip. I’ll see you later.”
I left the house, being sure I put on the alarm, then headed out to Club Lucid.
When I finally made it to the club, I grabbed my gun, handed my keys to the valet, and then headed inside. Marlon was at the door, so I was able to get in again without being searched. I looked around the lounge, spotting Michael and Harvey sitting in the VIP section. It was only the two of them as I looked around to see if I could spot Mo.
Climbing the four steps, I slapped palms with them as I took a seat.
“What up, brodie?” Mike asked.
“Shit. Where’s Mo?”
“I’m right here.” I turned my head to see him walking up the stairs with a not-so-pleasant look on his face.
“What up? What’s wrong with you?” I asked.
“Nothing, man.” He grabbed a glass and poured himself two shots of Don, throwing them back, before pouring two more and taking them to the head too.
“It don’t seem like nothing. And is that a bruise on the side of your face?” Mike asked as we waited for him to tell us what the fuck was going on.
He sighed heavily. “It’s Shaqoya’s ass. She got mad because I told her I didn’t want to fuck with her no more, and she hit me in my face with an ashtray.”
“Aww, nigga! Didn’t I tell you to leave her psycho ass alone!” Mike exclaimed.
“Wait. Who the hell is Shaqoya?” Harvey asked the question I wanted to know.
“Some mental patient I told this nigga not to fuck wit’. Hardheaded ass.”
“Fuck you, bruh! Shorty didn’t seem like that when I met her.”
“Of course not. A psycho is always strategic in their pursuit. As soon as you dropped dick in that bitch, them screws started loosening even more.”
I chuckled and shook my head.
“She said she’s pregnant…”
“Man, what?” I asked.
“Oh, hell no! Y’all about to have a mini serial killer!” Mike tossed his hands up.
