Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 717(@200wpm)___ 574(@250wpm)___ 478(@300wpm)
“They don’t know dick,” she announced.
Fuck!
“But they say Sausage knows all about this shit,” Jinx went on. “And Sausage likes me, which is good for me, and now it’s good for you. Let’s roll.”
Luna pulled out.
I twisted to see that one of the cars followed, the other was doing a three-pointer.
“Gotta get Bambi back to Betsy,” Jinx explained. “Cameo’s gonna take her home. She good, but we don’t wanna push it with flashback shit. We got this now.”
I hoped so.
And I owed Bambi big time for courting flashbacks in order to help.
Jinx gave Luna directions, and we hit up a nondescript neighborhood with neat yards, middle-of-the-line, well-maintained cars and a lot of dead grass, since no one in this ’hood was going to spend money on water for fall seeding.
Luna parked at the curb.
The girls parked behind us.
Jinx twisted to all of us. “Sausage likes company. He also likes to hold court. But just know, he gets a look at you bitches, he’s gonna beat his meat thinkin’ about one, the other, or all of you.”
Gross.
“Thanks for the warning,” Luna muttered.
“Why’s he called Sausage?” Harlow asked.
We all paused and looked at her.
“Oh. Eww,” she said, then scrunched her nose, and the fact Harlow could be cute even in this situation was testimony to the awesome powers of her cuteness.
“Just to say, don’t call him that to his face,” Jinx advised. “We girls got that name for him, and he knows about it and thinks it’s hilarious. But that’s because no one has ever called him that direct. He wouldn’t find that funny.”
With the tone she used to speak it, I made special note of this advice.
None of us got the chance to ask what to call him before Jinx ordered, “Let’s do this.”
She then got out, so we all got out with her.
Persia, Divinity, Skyla, Lotus and Genesis met us in the driveway before we followed Jinx to a garage at the back.
She hit the side door, knocked, when someone bellowed, “I’m receiving!” she pushed through, and we came in after her.
The instant I hit the man cave that was Sausage’s throne room, I made the decision to redecorate my entire apartment.
Black walls. Unfinished ceiling. Fantastic lighting. Glass-fronted beverage fridges filled with beer. A floor to ceiling rack of wine. A fully stocked bar made of padded black leather tufted in diamond shapes.
The space was shared by a pristine, gold-painted Camaro, its year, I wasn’t sure, but my guess would be it was from the seventies. It was parked there, not because this was a garage, but because that car was so hot, it was a piece of art.
In a dope contrast to the black, two tan leather couches faced each other over a glass-topped coffee table that had some telltale leaves and buds on it, and if that wasn’t telltale enough, someone had left behind their rolling papers.
And behind the man lounging in a massive tan leather chair that was set up on a plush, black-carpeted dais, was a portrait of said man, looking like it’d been painted Leroy Neiman.
It was kick…freaking…ass.
I wanted one.
No.
I needed one.
I forced my attention to the man.
He was Black. Even seated I could tell he was tall, and large, but not out of shape. Pure muscle. He was also bald. And he had a Mike Colter look about him that was spectacular.
He was smoking a cigar and had put aside a magazine when we entered, a look at which shared it was Sports Illustrated.
“Jinx,” he said expansively, opening his arms wide. “You always bring me presents.”
“Hey, baby,” she replied, walking right up to him.
She gave his cheek a kiss.
She then stepped off the dais and to his side, saying, “You know the girls.”
“Don’t know all the girls,” he said, eyeing my crew. Then he looked to Jinx’s posse. “No love?” he asked.
They all marched up in a line with various “Hey, baby,” “Hey, honey,” and “Hey, sweetie,” with one, “Hey, daddy,” along with cheek kisses.
“These bitches are Jill, Kelly, Natalie and Dylan,” Jinx introduced us, and we each raised our hand when she said our names like we were indicating we were present to our teacher.
I knew this was a grave errand, and I had the best guy in the world, but I hoped I got to give a cheek kiss to this guy.
His expressive eyebrows shot up, and he boomed, “The Angels!”
We all looked at each other, wondering if he guessed by the names or if our reputation had swung out that far.
“Fuck me, to what do I owe this honor?” he asked.
Whoa.
Our reputation had swung that far.
“Clown and his crew took one of Nat’s boys, Titus,” Jinx answered for us.
I shuffled back a step at the murderous expression that stole over his face.
Though, if his real name was Titus, he just got a whole lot better, because that was a kickass name, and he was already amazing.