Page 11 of Rhoni & Dreaux

“Nope.” She finished making her sandwich, stacked the items she’d used, and placed them in the refrigerator before hopping on the opposite counter. “What about the snitch?”

“What about her?”

Rhoni lifted her sandwich, taking a massive bite. “Was she fucking you right?”

I paused with my sandwich inches from my mouth and glanced her way. Those deep brown eyes were on me and there was a slight tilt to her lips, so I relaxed and nodded, lifting my sandwich again. “Yeah, she never really had a problem in that department. Trust was more of her downfall.”

“These hoes ain’t loyal,” she sang, causing me to chuckle.

“Apparently not.”

I left the topic there and we ate quietly. I finished first and after my sandwich was gone, I downed two bottles of water, feeling dehydrated from the half bottle of cognac and an hour of very intense sex with Rhoni.

I remained on the counter with her across from me while she polished off what was left of her food and for some reason, I decided to keep asking questions. Maybe because talking to her was easy or maybe it was the idea of knowing nothing I said would matter after tonight.

“Your dad taught you how to play pool?”

“Yep.”

“Is he as good as you are?”

“Better. He played professionally.”

“Damn, no wonder your ass is so cocky.”

She grinned and shrugged.

“Learned from the best, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You ever beat him?”

“Once.”

“You still try or was once enough?”

“Once will have to be enough. He died a few years ago.”

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean—”

She finished her food and shook her head. “It’s fine. I miss him but there’s nothing I can do about it and he would be pissed if I sat around sad that he’s not here.”

I nodded with understanding. I still had both my parents. We were close but at the moment they weren’t very happy with me. They didn’t agree with my life choices but I didn’t give a damn. They both worked too damn hard and didn’t have shit to show for it. I refused to let that be me. They loved me and would eventually get over it, even if it took the entire four years I was gone to do so.

“Are you nervous?” My eyes narrowed on her and she added, “About the jail thing?”

I shook my head. “Ain’t shit to be nervous about.”

“It’s jail.”

“You worried about me, Rho?”

She rolled her eyes and grinned. “Please don’t go adding me to your visitation list, I’m just making conversation.”

“Why, you need something to do with your mouth? I can help you out with that.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Your two hours are over, sir.”

“But I’m still here.”

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