8. Global “Dice” Jamerson #3
“What was your plan for my casino, Ms. Dice?”
I yanked out of his grasp.
“You got me fucked up.”
“Oh yeah?” he said, stepping back and giving us both space.
I was sure to reel in his anger. “First, I can’t find you, the girl I fucked silly all night.
Secondly, I learned you had my child and kept him from me.
” He shook his head. “And now, it looks like you’re a damn bank robber.
Tell me, G-baby… does that sound about right? ”
He folded his arms across his broad chest.
“I ain’t shit.”
I snapped.
“Girl…” He let out a slow breath. “Save the dummy shit.”
He angled his head again.
“I’m a lot of things, shawty, but dumb ain’t never been one.”
I had no more words. Hell, ain’t like he was going to let me get a word in anyway. I wasn’t slow enough to think this shit didn’t look mad crazy, and I damn sure wasn’t slow enough to see when I was facing another person who would kill you if he had to.
I knew of the casino owner, Ritz Monroe, not Radar.
I was about nine years younger than Ritz, from what I read while showing Revv pictures.
It’s a shame we didn’t go over any of this that night, but I wasn’t propositioned to talk, plus we both looked well over twenty-one, so worrying about age wasn’t a problem.
When I started committing robberies and petty crimes, I was in college.
He was already a millionaire. Gang of Roses was my life, so I didn’t have a clue about the force behind the man, Radar.
“Ritz, them just my friends. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but that’s not me.”
He just watched me without blinking.
“I hate a liar, ma.”
“I’m not lying.”
I tried my best to straighten my nude body upright.
“Yeah, okay.” He nodded his head.
“Twice during this whole conversation, your eyes changed.” He studied me for another beat. “Not your face... your eyes. They went cold. Empty. Like somebody flipped a switch.”
My heart skipped.
“Most people would’ve missed it.” His voice stayed even. “I didn’t.”
His gaze never left mine.
“That told me something.”
He paused, but not in a way that he wanted me to respond, but like his calculations were coming together perfectly.
“You ain’t just some woman caught up in some bullshit. You can become somebody else if you feel backed into a corner.”
This pause was different; this pause screamed that if I tried him, he would kill me with his bare hands if he had to. His eyes raked over my naked frame. There was lust, but the anger won.
“So... I’ma slide, because the last thing I wanna do is push you into becoming whoever that person is... and do some shit I can’t take back to the mother of my child.”
Without another word, he turned his back and walked out of my room.
I stood there frozen until the front door slammed. Then my naked ass finally gave out, and I plopped onto the bed.
When I heard the door slam, my heart shattered.
Coca came busting through my door.
“What the hell going on?”
“He knows.”
“Bitch, he knows what?” I said with a tear sliding down my face. It took a lot for me to shed a tear.
Coca walked to the bathroom, grabbed my shorts, and turned his back so I could slip them on.
“Everything.”
“Ahh, shit.”
“I know, right? Ahh, shit.”
I just fell back on my bed.
I thought I was gonna shake his world up, but I guess we both shook up each other’s.
Coca laid back on the bed with me, and we just stared up at the ceiling.
“As much as you hate this. Look at it like this… It’s all out there. No more lies.”
He was right.
“I guess you right…no more lies.”
“Did you get a chance to tell the girls?”
“Not yet. I decided to wait and tell the father first.”
“Listen, as much as I like the same sex, I’m still human, and I’m a man at the end of the day.
Real men do real shit. I’m glad it played out like this.
If you was dealing with a little boy, it would have probably gone down differently.
He left like he was supposed to when pissed because them some killers, hunni.
Trust me. I might be gay, but I’m real Glo, and I would have done the same shit with all this at my feet. ”
Coca filled me in on what all went down before I got here and how Oats was attentive to my baby while we were back here talking.
Headed to more… but the damn mood just had to change.
“I’m sure Revv is sleeping because you back here.”
“Boo, Oats put that boy to sleep, and we went out back to roll up. That man was confident in his masculinity, but although he cracked jokes, his ass refused to hit it after me.
That made us laugh.
“Girl, that man said ‘Ahh, nah, In Living Color you gone smoke by yo’ damn self.”
Not, In Living Color?
Coca’s voice change made it way funnier before he got serious again.
“Just give him time.”
“I have no choice.”
We got quiet for a minute, both in our own worlds.
“I’m still packed.”
That made me laugh.
“I'm sure you are.”
“Yup.”
“Tell you what, go have some fun. I’ma have to sort all this out.”
“Can't wait to tell Larry June, yo’ shit done fell outta yo’ closet.”
I shrugged.
“Bitch, we both out now.”