Chapter 60
Okay…maybe I went too far.
I didn’t expect the shit to blow up the way it did.
I just wanted to have a little fun. Teach that bitch Gianna and Boss a lesson for crossing me. I didn't expect that when I started calling Eva, she would snap like that. I expected some yelling.
A divorce. Boss being distraught and maybe falling into my arms afterward realizing I was the one who really understood him.
But now he was dead.
And Gianna almost joined him.
That realization sat heavy and wrong in my chest.
Bianca sat next to me shaking her head slowly. "So you really didn't know that woman was crazy enough to kill him?"
I frowned. "Bitch, obviously not."
"But you kept calling her," she pressed.
"I mean…yeah." I rolled my eyes defensively. "I wanted her to know her husband was creeping. That ain't a crime."
Bianca stared at me.
"And maybe I said a little extra shit." I shrugged trying to downplay it. "But damn—I didn't think she was gon' kill that nigga."
Saying it out loud made coldness slide through me.
Kill.
Dead.
Gone.
He was really…gone.
Bianca was side eyeing me. I didn’t like the way she was looking at me like this shit was my fault.
I didn't kill anyone. I instigated at the most. The rest of that shit wasn't on me.
Besides, Gianna raised the stakes when she attacked me.
Bruised up my face. I was still covering up marks with heavy foundation because of her.
Fuck Gianna.
Rolling my eyes, I stood to head to my suite and prepare for my client. As soon I exited, I bumped smack dab into that kumbaya ass bitch—Wisdom. "Damn—excuse you?" I snarled rolling my eyes.
Something about the look in her eyes irritated the fuck outta me. She stared at me coldly for a second before she slowly stepped aside.
I stalked past her.
I was sick of Siren House and all these nosy whores. I needed to find a fresh territory because this whole scene was getting old and tired.