Page 5 of Teddy Sinatra: Go Your Own Way
“You do that.” Then she saw him look down her body. “Stay out the rest of the night. Don’t go home till morning. Give him a chance to sober up after they kick his ass.”
But she saw his gorgeously green eyes peruse her body, which she knew meant he was remembering just how good it used to be. Which was exactly the reaction she was after. “See you around, Teddy,” she said as if she was dismissing him.
Since he wanted to be dismissed, he didn’t give a shit. He left. His bodyguard gave her a glance. She was just that beautiful. And he left too.
But Quinn and Ann were beside themselves. “I’m a white woman,” said Ann, “and I’ll be honest with you: I don’t like seeing all these white men with all these black women all of a sudden when you used to hardly ever see that.”
“I’m a black woman,” said Quinn, “and I used to hate seeing all those white women with all our black men. But I’m sure you had no problem with that particular scenario.”
“None whatsoever,” said Ann as ifthat waywas the normal order of things. “But now every time you turn around you see black women with white men as ifthat wayis trying to become as common as black men with white women. But even somebody like me don’t like seeing that white chick with Teddy. That’s Nikki’s man. I’m not down with that.”
“Well damn, Ann, I hope not. Since Nikki is supposed to be your friend too.”
But Ann looked at Quinn. “One of us have got to tell her. They kissed, Quinn.”
“I know what they did.”
“I can’t believe it, but he actually kissed that bitch.”
“I said I know that, Ann, why you keep beating that dead horse? I know it.”
Quinn was distressed by what she witnessed and the fact that she was the only logical one of the two to tell Nikki. Especially since diplomacy and tact were not particular traits of Ann’s.
“But we have to tell her,” said Ann. “Just like we would want her to tell us if she discovered that our men were no good too.”
“There you go making a mountain out of a molehill.”
“He kissed her on the lips, Quinn! What molehill?”
Quinn knew it too. But if any couple in their friend group was going to make it, she had her money on Ted and Nikki. This was no joke for her. This was no opportunity to gossip for her. It hurt.
“I’ll tell her,” Quinn said, but she said it as if it was the last thing on earth she wanted to do.
CHAPTER THREE
He looked at his watch again. “He don’t believe in punctuality once again.”
“That ain’t his strong suit, Boss. But everything else is.” Then his driver looked through the rearview mirror at the boss in the backseat. “But will he agree to do it is the question. We got everything riding on him saying yes.”
There was a hard exhale. “If I can’t make it happen, Claudio will be done with me. No more excuses. He told me so already. And you know what that means.”
“Hell yeah I know what it means. It means Denny takes over.”
The boss was about to exhale again when the Bugatti sped onto the backlot of an old, abandoned, boarded-up strip mall and stopped beside his limo. His driver got out and opened the back driver side door as Teddy hopped out of his Bugatti and made his way toward the limo. “What up, Teddy T?”
“What up?” Teddy said as he got into the limo. The driver closed the door and stood beside it.
“I thought Mick ordered bodyguards on you and Nikki after shipments went missing.”
“He did.”
The boss smiled. “You don’t give a fuck, do you?”
Teddy gave a half-smile. “Something like that.”
“You’re a handful. You and Nikki both. I don’t know how Mick does it.”
“Are we here to talk about Pop, or about your shit?”
