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“Ohhh, that lil’ bitch must’ve ran over there and told on me. She’s hardheaded as fuck,” she said more so to herself than me.
“You crazy as fuck, bro. How you even know about Raven anyway? You following me or some shit?” I looked out the window like she might’ve been parked across the street or something.
“A woman should know everything about her man, especially what hoes are pushing up on him.” My face balled up more because she sounded crazy as hell. “You should really have better taste in the bitches you spend time with. Did you know she’s a stripper who moonlights as an escort through the week? I hope you’ve been using protection with her nasty ass.”
“Look, Raya, I don’t know if you off your meds or what, but I ain’t your fuckin’ man. I thought we already talked about this shit.” I was growing increasingly more irritated with her and was on the verge of just putting a bullet in her fucking head. I had to be the most unlucky nigga in the world. Just when I’d decided to finally settle down, I get a fatal attraction that’s connected and knows her way around a gun. I shook my head at the irony as her crazy ass started cackling in my ear like a damn Disney villain.
“See, that’s you niggas’ problem, you think every woman that’s assertive is a bitch and every woman that doesn’t take no for an answer is crazy. You won’t even admit we have a connection! I felt it, and I know you did, but you want to keep treating me like I’m one of the basic hoes you fuck with! Nigga, I’m one of a kind! You think I just go around giving this good pussy to any ol’ body?”
My nose turned up at the way she was talking about herself. The pussy was cool, but it wasn’t all that. Hell, she didn’t even cream like that, and after the way Keyani had put that Super Soaker 3000 on me, my standards were different. A bitchcouldn’t tell me she had good pussy if she didn’t give me a water show every time I was up in it. At the risk of setting her off though, I kept my new preference to myself.
“You should only be giving it to the nigga you married, but that ain’t my business. I believe in women’s liberation and shit.” I shrugged. “Give it up to whoever you want, but you need to understand that just because a nigga fuck you don’t mean he want shit more than some pussy. I ain’t looking for anything serious with anybody, let alone the wife of one of my associates.”
“You don’t need to worry about Dex?—”
“Fuck I look like being worried ’bout any nigga? That’s your fuckin’ husband to worry about, and that’s what you need to be doing instead of being on my dick. This the last time I’m gone tell you though, leave me the fuck alone, leave anybody associated with me alone, and at this point, I’ma have to end our business relationship too. Find yourself another supplier.” I hung up before she could protest and put her right back on the block list. Julio would probably be happy about the decision, but I knew my pops was going to be pissed off once I told him what I’d done and why. That was a bridge I’d just have to cross when I got there though. In the meantime, I hoped Raya’s crazy ass took heed to my warning and left me the fuck alone before shit got even uglier for her.
Chapter 12
Cruz
The next morning, I still didn’t feel like I was A1, but I got my ass up and went to check on my shop anyway. I’d left my manager, Reggie, in charge while I was out in Fiji, but as good as he was at his job, I still wanted to make sure everything was good. As soon as I stepped through the door, I was greeted by the receptionist, Tisha, yapping on the phone. Her eyes got big, and she quickly hung up when she saw me coming.
“Heeeeeey, boss man?—”
“Don’t hey me. Fuck I told you ’bout taking personal calls on this phone? On my mama, I’ma start taking that shit out your check! Where the fuck Reg at?”
She silently pointed toward my closed office door, and I got even more annoyed. I’d locked my shit before I left, and he didn’t have no business in there, especially when whatever he needed to do his job was readily available outside my office. Tisha threw her hands up, already knowing I was about to go the fuck off. I crossed the room quickly and twisted the knob just in case his ass was stupid enough to have left it unlocked, and it opened right up.Goofy.
“Yeah, baby, bring your sexy ass down here. I’m tryna see how you look spread out over my desk,” Reg laughed as I stood in the doorway appalled. This nigga had his big, sweaty ass nestled in my $5,000 Herman Miller chair like he belonged in it. My face balled up just thinking about him ruining the leather, but instead of running over and karate kicking his ass out my shit, I strolled in casually and took a seat on the other side of the desk. I wanted to hear what all he was about to say, and since his back was to me, he still hadn’t realized I was even there while he continued running his mouth. “I told you this my shop, girl. I ain’t got no boss! I’m the boss up in this muthafucka!” I looked over my desk, wondering if his nasty ass had been using that same bullshit the whole week I’d been gone to fuck bitches in there. I’d fuck around and have to get everything replaced just off GP. It already smelled a little funky, but that could’ve just been my paranoia, knowing he’d been in my shit for days.Oh, I was gone fuck him up then fire his dirty ass!
“Aye, Reg, I need—oh shit, Cruz! When you get back?” One of the crew members named Eric came in, exposing my presence, and Reggie slowly spun the chair around. He looked pale as fuck, seeing me there mugging his goofy ass.
“C-Cruz, man, I?—”
“Shut the fuck up,boss!” I cut him off. “You been fuckin’ bitches in my office, Reg?” I tilted my head at him, daring his bitch ass to lie, even though I was going to replace the shit anyway. I just wanted to know just how much he’d disrespected me while I was away. He shakily hung up the phone and shook his head, but I didn’t believe him. A bitch had to be desperate or money hungry as fuck to give him any pussy. The thought had my gaze shooting to the closet where my safe sat hidden. I just knew he hadn’t been stupid enough to touch it, but judging from the look on his face, he may have tried.
“N-naw, Cruz, you know me, I just be talking shit. I only came in here today to-to clean it up for you.”
“Oh, so why the fuck it smell like badussie in this muthafucka? I don’t see shit to clean with either. You think I’m fuckin’ stupid, nigga!” I jumped up from my seat and was surprised by how his big ass made it around to the other side before I could reach him. He tried to run for the door and tripped over his own shoelaces, falling flat on his face in front of a stunned Eric. I made it over to him as he struggled to get up and stomped him in the middle of his back, making him roll over.
“Please, Cruz, bro! I’m sorry!” His pleas fell on deaf ears as I pounded his face until blood covered my knuckles.
“Oh shit, boss?—”
“Take your ass down to the garage and tell whoever punched in today to come to the fuckin’ lobby right the fuck now! Tisha bad-built ass better be down there too!” I stood over Reggie’s unconscious body, pointing, and Eric took off. As soon as he was out of sight, I kicked the fuck out of Reggie before going to check my safe. Although it had obviously been tampered with, that nigga hadn’t been able to get inside. It still housed the same few thousand I’d left in there before I left, but it was the principle of him even thinking he could play with me. I closed it back up and stepped out just as he was beginning to wake up, groaning and shit.
I yanked him up by his shirt, and the stench coming off him had me ready to beat his ass again. I was definitely gone have to replace everything. “Don’t bring yo’ bitch ass back up here, nigga. Matter fact, I bet not even see you when I’m out and about, or I’ma drop you right there. I don’t give a fuck if I see you in the middle of the mall, nigga. I’m gone blow yo’ ass down! Fuck outta here!” I shoved him away and watched as he scrambled out, looking like the nigga fromGood Timesin hisjumpsuit. Face still frowned up, I headed inside my en suite to wash his blood and stank off my hands.
“Oh hell naw!” As soon as I opened the door, the smell of shit smacked me in the face, and I damn near threw up. That nigga had shitted and didn’t even flush! I stumbled out, feeling like I needed to take a whole damn shower after that shit. I was ready to fire everybody in that bitch, but it wasn’t nobody’s fault but mine for leaving his ass in charge. They had to listen to that nigga, but that didn’t mean none of them couldn’t have called and told me what the fuck he’d been around there doing, so they were going to hear my mouth.
By the time I came out from washing my hands in the employee bathroom, they’d all made it to the lobby and were scattered around the room. I instantly searched for Tisha’s ass, and when I spotted her hiding in the corner, I pointed her out. “You can go.”
“W-why do I have to go?” she stuttered as the people around her moved out of the way so she could come through.
“’Cause you fired, muthafucka. Bye,” I said dryly, turning my attention back to everyone else.
“Fired? Is this ’cause of Reggie? Because it ain’t my fault he broke in your office—” I cut her off with a look, and she swallowed whatever was left of her sentence. It seemed like everybody was showing their asses just because I’d gone out of town. From Raya’s crazy ass on down to Tisha, muthafuckas were telling me with their actions that I’d been being too nice, and now that shit was over.
