“You’re only born ten minutes ahead of me, big whoopty do.”
We stroll into the entertainment room and I grab the stick from the wall, and Aiden removes the triangle, and the colorful balls sit in the center of the table.
“You go first,” he says. I lean over the table, hitting the balls. They scatter on the table. A green solid ball rolls into a pocket.
We play a few more games and my phone buzzes in my pocket. I grab it and a message pops up from Marla so I click on it.
She sends me a picture of Roselyn’s red ass cheeks. I save this picture for my spank bank collection.
Another message pops up from her.
Marla: Stop spanking her with a belt, you’re messing up her beautiful skin.
I send her a message.
Me: She likes it when I slap her ass with the belt. She asks me to do it. My (peach emoji) I’ll do whatever I want with it.
She texts back.
Marla: You’re sick in the head.
I put my phone in my back pocket and Aiden leans against the table, waiting for me to take my turn.
“I want to ask you something.”
“Ask away,” I shoot two balls into the pocket.
“I want to keep Maya as my pet.”
I cock my eyebrow. “Why?”
“ It’ll piss off Cashel more.”
“You want to keep Maya to piss off Cashel more? Is this the bullshit you’re trying to sell me?” I set my stick down on the table and he doesn’t respond. “You don’t give a fuck about the war or pissing off Cashel. Why don’t you want to sell her?”
I kinda knew this would happen if Aiden kidnapped her. He has a type. A stripper type, and Maya is a stripper. He loves those types of women. I should have gotten Lex to do it. He loves younger women, but I wouldn’t have to worry about him sticking his dick inside of her.
“You know why?” His face flushes with embarrassment. She’s a challenge to him.
Since he’s my brother I’ll cut him some slack.
“When I kill Cashel, you get to have her, but if I don’t, you can’t. Because she’s the enemy.”
“I was going to kill her after I finished using her anyways.” He hit the eight ball into the pocket. “I won this round. You’re up for another ass whopping? I win this round; you owe me a year of liquor.” I say, collecting the balls.
“If I win, you’ll help harvest Maya’s ex-boyfriend’s organs and sell them on the black market.”
I lift my eyebrow and frown.
Shrugging, he says, “She told me he used to beat her.”
“You’re always finding someone to kill.” I place the balls in the triangle.
“Killing is one of my many talents.”
Roselyn
Marla paints my toenails black. Devious is staying overnight with Aiden for business and I’m glad she showed up because I didn’t want to be in the big manor alone. Sometimes, this place is spooky, and it doesn’t feel like a home with all the soldiers guarding the yard. Also, I’ve never had a girl’s night out and I wanted to. I never allowed other girls to get close to me because I was afraid of them finding out who Papa was. I didn’t want them to use me or report to anyone what goes on in our household. We were the families who stayed to themselves.
“Black is so your color.” She finishes painting the big toe and placed the top onto the small bottle, resting it on top of the metal dresser.
“Are you married?” I ask, I’m nosey so every person I get in contact with I want to know their business. So, I can see what type of person they are. From what I learn about her is she’s outgoing. Usually, I don’t talk to people unless they speak to me and if they want to be my friend, then I’ll consider. In this lifestyle you can’t call everyone your friend.
“Um no. I’m in a steady relationship with a bodyguard.”
“How long have you guys been dating?”
She sits up on the bed, tucking her legs under her butt. “For two years now. I think Ronnie is about to pop the question.”
“Are you going to say yes?” I bring the pillow to my stomach, hugging and sniffing it. It smells like Devious. Clean sheets and a hint of expensive cologne.
“I don’t know. I thought about it a lot. Do I want to share my life with him? Will Mr. Pot like having him around?”
“Who is Mr. Pot?”
“My pet cat. I don’t know. I’ll wait until he asks then whatever answer pops out my mouth that’s what I’m going with.” She stretches out her legs.
“I wish I was given a chance to choose my own partner.” I mumble. The freedom of doing what I want seems so far away and a privilege.
“Would you have chosen my cousin?” She plays at the end of her big white T-shirt with a rock band across her chest.
“I don’t know. Maybe, if he would have done it the right way. Taken me out on a proper date and ask for my hand in marriage, but it wouldn’t be at this age. Maybe when I was twenty-five years old. I want to see the world and live life on the edge, not be someone housewife.”
“You’re smitten with him,” she confirms.”
“Am not.”
“You are. You keep glancing at my phone to see if his name will pop up.”
“Is your cousin smitten with me?”
“Oh yeah, he is. He keeps texting me every thirty minutes asking if you’re okay and how you like hanging with me. He’s not as means as he used to be, and he smiles a lot more. It takes Devious a lot to fall in love, especially after Shelby, but when he does fall in love, the woman has him wrapped around his finger. Devious has always been a serious dater. Most of them, he’ll get tired of and ghost them. But, I think he’s trying to fill
