Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Baby,” she said in a sing-song voice. “How’s everything?”
“Oh, it’s lovely, honey. Just lovely.”
“Did you get my voicemail?”
“I didn’t check it yet. I’m over my cousin’s house. About to leave from here in a bit, swing by my father’s, then come back to your place.”
“We need to talk. I tell you what, you finish your… errands, as you called them, and go on back home. I will meet you at your house later tonight instead.”
“Oh, so now you’re in the mood to have a chat? Last night you were on mute. Wanna talk to me about shit, huh?”
“I sure do, Mr. Bob the motherfuckin’ Builder, also known as V for mothafuckin’ Vendetta. You like big rigs too, don’t you? Goin’ from state to state like you some big-time performer on tour! I heard the devil was down in Georgia…”
She was met with a pregnant pause. Then a burst of manly, raucous laughter.
“I will go wherever the fuck I have to go, even Jupiter, your Majesty, to make a left thing go right.”
“Well, seems to me you definitely hit it out of the ballpark, and flew into outer space. Seems to me that you were a baseball player in a past life, and that you like big machines best, too.”
“The bigger, the better. Ain’t that right, baby girl? I love construction work. I prefer to work with my hands, If you know what I mean.”
“You do? Well aren’t you handy! Speaking of Bob the Builder and construction, I feel like deconstructing some shit right about now. Like yo’ damn face. What do you think about that?!”
He snickered. “You should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you? No, I should not! I am worried now. What if the authorities find out? That would be it. Call it a wrap! How could you do this?! I love you! Why would you put yourself in jeopardy like this?!”
“I love you, too… that’s why I took care of business.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you! You are playing these dangerous games. You apparently wanna be up under the damn prison, Lennox. You just out here runnin’ amuck!” She waved her arm about, wishing he could understand. “You have to be strategic about this sort of thing! I’ll give you credit for makin’ it harder for things to be pinned on you—you at least put some thought into it—but it still doesn’t mean you covered all of your tracks!”
“Actually, I did. It’s amazing how simple it is to mess up tire marks so that they’re untraceable.”
“…This is insane. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This ain’t the wild west!”
“Oh, but it is the zoo… I’m a handler. I handle shit.” He chuckled—just as easy as he pleased.
“I bet you do, mothafucka. You’re not The Incredible Hulk!”
“I don’t know what to tell you, baby, and I don’t know what you expected me to do, Nadia.” He yawned, as if getting bored of the whole discussion. “They let that dumb Dice fucker out of jail with a slap on the wrist after he terrorized you, and practically destroyed your car. That LeRon the Con idiot kept callin’ and threatening you nonstop, even after several warnings. You think I was going to wait around to see if he made good on it? Something had to be done! I’m the top dog, baby. Throw me a bone. Every dog has his day! WOOF! WOOF!” He burst out laughing, like he was at a damn comedy club. She heard a man in the background following suit, too. Both of them giggling like school girls.
OH, SO HE HAS SOMEONE CO-SIGNING THIS SHIT. THAT’S ONE OF HIS CRAZY ASS COUSINS. THESE FUCKING WILDE MEN… THEY ARE NUTS!
“I will see yo’ ass this evening at ten, boy.”
“You do that, sexy. I look forward to it. Oh, and wear something pretty. I wanna smash. AGAIN.” He and his demented cousin erupted in laughter once more, but she cut them short. She angrily disconnected the call and began jumping around in place, stomping and screaming.
“HE’S STILL DESPICABLE! HE’S STILL DOIN’ THE SAME SHIT! Therapy my ass! He told me he had a trainers’ meeting a while back, but I bet that’s when he took his ass to Atlanta.” Flashes of when he beat up that man at the restaurant raced through her mind. Talking about he’s reformed now… PLEASE! He’s just a better monster…
She stormed out of the kitchen, made her way into the master bathroom, and started the water. After a long, hot shower, she calmed down a bit. When she stood in front of the mirror combing her wet hair with a shampoo comb, she glared at herself, hating what looked back at her. Her stark reflection.
And she couldn’t stop smiling…
Roman sat across from him, his bare chest exposed and his long legs covered in expensive white linen pants. Bare feet patted against the floor to a drum-filled beat of, Khruangbin & Leon Bridges’, ‘Texas Sun.’ Roman had eclectic musical tastes—that fit him perfectly. The mysterious dark twinkle in his light cinnamon eyes and twisted smirk was his usual expression. It rarely left his face, regardless of his mood.