The guys surrounding them were in shock.
“Don’t try me, nigga. I will kill this motherfucker! See, you right, you motherfucking right. You don’t know me. I’m out on bond for quadruple homicide charges, and killing a motherfucker ain’t shit to a heartless bitch like me.”
She saw a little fear seep out of Rap’s eyes as she bullshitted them all. He slowly let her hand go, but she still had the switchblade that Black had given her at his throat.
Rap was speechless. He really believed that she was crazy. She wasn’t shaking, and she had not flinched or stuttered at all. She was as serious as world peace, and at this point, she didn’t give a shit if she was disturbing the peace.
D tried to talk her down. “Baby, it’s all good and love. You know niggas be paranoid and shit. That’s why I told my nigga not to drink.”
“Shut the fuck up, D.” She looked into Rap’s eyes. “So you were just going to bully a lady around, huh?”
At that moment, she heard a voice she’d never forget say to her, “Come on, baby.” He charmed her and then said in a firm tone to the fellas, “Clear the way so the lady can leave.”
It was what she needed, because who knows what would’ve happened if she had taken the knife away from his neck with all of those guys surrounding her. She stared in Rap’s face for another thirty seconds then removed the knife, grabbed her purse, and said, “And nigga, you guessed it. The date is fucking off.”
CHAPTER 23
The man who had come to her rescue was the same one who had caused her such trauma at The Den: Fitz Pierre-Louis. Dressed in all white, he grabbed Bianca’s hand, whisked her away from Rap, and out the front doors of Gypsy’s Lounge. Once they were outside, the valet guy went directly to Fitz’s car and opened the door. It was a beautiful black Bugatti, parked dead smack in front on display so everyone could see it. There were a few people trying to sneak and pose for pictures in front of it, until the valet shooed them off.
Bianca stopped in her tracks, “Ummmm, I’m not getting in the car and going anywhere with you. Not today, not tonight, or any night.”
“Come on. You can’t stay here. I’m afraid you’ve worn out your welcome here, sweetie,” he said to her, not wanting to make a scene.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said to the valet, who was now reaching for the door, “Can you please get me a cab?”
He totally ignored Bianca’s request and looked to Fitz, who smiled and said, “She’s fine,” and firmly said to Bianca, with this sexiness mixed with cockiness and confidence, “Get in the car, honey.”
She stood there and didn’t budge for a few seconds. The valet guy strolled a few feet away so they could have a little privacy.
Fitz waited until the valet was out of earshot and then walked around the car to come face-to-face with her. He softly placed his hand under her chin, lifted it up a little so she could look at him as he spoke to her in a firm tone just above a whisper. “Look, I spared your disrespectful ass at my club. Yes, I’m sure I shook you up with the Jedi mind tricks, making you think that they were going to rape you that night when I left the room, which I’m sure scared you shitless,” he admitted. “No doubt, it was a sinister plan to teach you a lesson, but I just saved your ass from a group of animals who were going to do God knows what to you for putting a knife to their boss’s neck.” He didn’t blink as he searched her face for some sort of understanding, but she didn’t blink either. Then he added, “That guy was a really big-time dope dealer. I only want to help. That’s all.”
“Yeah, but you sent someone to steal my money out of my room.”
“What?” He looked as surprised as she had been when she went back to her room and found out that her money was missing. “Now, I don’t know a thing about that.”
“Listen, I was robbed of my key and basically all the contents of my purse at your spot, and when I got back to my hotel, my room had been ransacked. All of my money that I came down here with to start a new life was stolen. So why would you think I would go anywhere with you? I mean, really? Plus, my friend is still in there.”
“I had my guy take care of her. She’s okay.”
“Just like you took care of me?”
“Listen, get in the car, honey. I know a lovely little place with delicious food and great wine that we can go off to. If you don’t like it, I will drop you home.” He grabbed the passenger’s door so she could get in.
For a few seconds, she just stood there with her lips poked out, but through her peripheral vision, she saw Rap and his homeboys coming out of the front door.
“No strings attached. Just want to make it right, that’s all,” he said with his hand extended to help her get inside the car.
Bianca took his hand and stepped inside one of the most expensive cars that money could buy, placing her Zanottis on the floor of the car and her round bottom in the bucket seat, which hugged her like she was the love of its life. She took a deep breath. Inhaling the car’s scent gave her a contact high. There was no other way to describe it; it smelled like new money, and it was intoxicating.
Fitz made his way around to the driver’s seat. Once he was in, he made eye contact with Rap, who was by now hassling the valet to hurry and get his car. The look said: Nigga, stay in
