Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
“I promise you that I—”
“DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP?! You good at following orders. Do what you do best! I could scream right now and have three big black mothafuckas and one Latin fuckin’ King gang member up in here in less than thirty seconds! All of ’em are highly trained security, they’ll come in here and turn you every which way but loose! Pull yo’ damn skeleton out yo’ body in one yank, then mail it to yo’ grandfather in a box, with a note that reads, ‘HERE’S A BONE TO PICK!’ I know what you did, little boy. I heard that scuffle out there…” The man’s eyes, full of fear, darted in the direction of the door. “Y’all shoulda known better. Lennox don’t want no shrinkin’ violet. He loves a thug just like himself… now ya know! Your friend that you dragged in withcha must’ve caused a distraction and forced security to act on the main floor. He started a commotion, sidetracking everyone. That was a cute little plan, but it wasn’t foolproof.
“Now, here’s what you’re going to do. You go on back to ‘Kiss Grandaddy’s Ass Ranch,’ and you tell that dried up, miserable, rhinestone cowboy hat-wearin’ evil mothafuckin’ prune juice drinkin’, raisin in the sun that he got the wrong one this time. He thought Lennox’s mama was a handful? He ain’t seen nothin’ yet… SHAKE! SHAAAAKE!” she hollered at the top of her lungs for one of the members of security. Within seconds, a loud stomping ensued.
The White man looked like he was about to piss himself now. She found it downright comical.
It wasn’t long before a large, broad-shouldered, bald-headed russet-colored man approached them, jogging briskly. Shake lobbed his gaze between her and the stranger, clearly confused for half a second, then grabbed his pistol and pointed it at the bastard, too, his lips drooping like brown candle wax. She lowered her arm, resting her gun at her side, and took a deep breath.
“What’s goin’ on, baby girl?” Poured a low, raspy voice.
“Shake, this mothafucka got lost on his way outta here. Sure he meant no harm. Happens to the best of us. Why don’t you make like Dora, and help him explore the outside?”
“You bet, Velvet.”
The man stiffened as Shake snatched him by the back of his shirt and patted him down, quickly removing the revolver from his hip and slipping it into his own pocket. She turned her back and heard nothing but the young man screaming and pleading for his damn life as he was dragged away from the bathing area.
Shivering, Nadia leaned against the shower stall and closed her eyes. The red rage within her turned thick, coal black. Lennox was the best thing that had happened to her in a long while, and she wasn’t sad that he was going through this. She wasn’t depressed that their love was threatened. No, she was pissed.
She slowly opened her eyes back up and bit her lower lip.
Payback was something she wanted. Revenge was something she needed. Vengeance was something she was going to have. And that was a promise.
We ’bout to kill two birds with one stone, old man. I know Lennox’s plan for you, he told me, and now, I’m about to add another layer to it. One thing about me that must be understood: I’ve been traumatized my whole damn life, and now I’m using it as a weapon, instead of an excuse.
I got that way out of survival, and you best believe, I’m the fittest. I’m no longer drowning and feelin’ sorry for myself in the rain, sir. I’m my Nana’s first granddaughter, and JoAnn’s child, through and through! I’m on the warpath, front and center! I come from queens of the Nile and rulers of the night! Ain’t not ONE weak bitch in my family tree, mothafucka! You better believe me when I tell you. We are fighters! I AM the storm clouds, the thunder, and the gotdamn lightning! God told me don’t fear the rain no more, child! I built you an arc! And on that arc are my warrior ancestors, my man, and my mama and her mama, too! You can’t take me down low, old man, when I’ve already been to hell ’nd back. A hurricane is comin’ yo way, Grandpa Wilde, and ain’t a life jacket, the American Cross, or a prayer from Pope Francis himself going to save you from this tempest called Nadia. ON SOUL!