CHAPTER 9
BELLADONNA
Bella rolled her eyes and answered her ringing phone. "Where are you?”
“I’m pulling up, now.” Donna was always late.
Bella blew out a frustrated breath and ended the call. When she turned and looked over her shoulder, Donna had pulled to the curb. She hopped out of her car and jogged over to Bella. A couple walking down the street did a doubletake, like most do when they rocked similar styles.
“Hey, Belly. Sorry I’m late.”
Bella pursed her lips. “You’re always late.”
Donna threw her arms around her and squeezed her obnoxiously tight. “I’m here now, Twin. Come on. Let’s eat.”
“Get off me!” Bella grunted, shoving her twin. “Got me standing out here like a prostitute.”
“Ugh! Stop fussin’ all the time. Come on. Lunch is my treat.” Donna threw her arm over her shoulder and pulled her toward the restaurant. “I’ve been fiending for some oxtails.”
Donna ushered her inside the Island Grill. Bella forgot how irritated she was when she inhaled the enticing aroma of authentic Caribbean food.
“Table for two!” Donna chirped.
“This way,” the host said, gesturing toward the only unoccupied table in the restaurant.
When they sat, Bella raised a brow at her sister. “Why are you in such a good mood?”
Donna grinned. “Because I just wrapped up my undercover assignment, and Lucas and I are going to Tulum.”
Bella smiled and leaned forward. “So, what was the case?” she asked in a whisper.
Donna chuckled. “Um-mm, you know I can’t tell you that.”
“Bullshit!” Bella blurted. “Why you walking around looking like me?”
Donna looked around to make sure no one was listening and whispered, “High-society, country-club dope investigation.”
“Word?”
“Word.”
Bella glared at Donna through narrowed lids. “So, wait a minute. You stole my look to hang out with a bunch of stuck-up, rich folks because... what? What you trying to say, Twin?”
“Nothing!” Donna squealed with laughter. “Your look is just so classy aka boring.”
Bella rolled her eyes. “You can go straight to hell.”
Donna looked down at her menu and muttered, “Hell will have to wait til after I get a haircut.”
Bella rolled her eyes and looked down at her own menu. Why, she didn’t know. She always ordered the same thing, jerk chicken, cabbage, rice, and peas.
“Can I get you ladies a drink?” a young waiter asked.
“Two rum punches,” Donna responded before Bella could.
“Two rum punches coming right up. Would you like any starters?”
“I’d like the pineapple jerk shrimp,” Bella blurted before Donatella could answer for her.
The server turned to Donna. “Appetizer for you?”
“No, thanks. I’ll just eat some of hers.”
Bella sucked her teeth and glared at her sister. “No, the hell you won’t.”