Chapter 5
Locked up in my office, I placed a stack of money in the money machine and let it count it to save me some time.
It was close to the club being closed, and I wanted to be out before shit got too crazy.
No matter how tight I had security, a nigga always wanted to fuck my shit up.
I hated the police, but if you planned on coming to my establishment and causing harm, then I was calling the police.
I was satisfied with my amounts, so I stacked them in the safe and locked it back before shutting everything down and walking down the stairs to the back of the club where my Audi was parked.
I was going home alone, again. At the age of thirty, I was supposed to be married with kids by now, but the niggas here just didn’t do it for me.
Either they hustled with no purpose, they had too many baby mama problems, or they were just immature and couldn’t hold a conversation.
Oh, and let’s not forget the niggas that want to hang around their homeboys all fucking day. That was the gayest shit ever.
“Tell Gabrielle to lock up and send the reports to my email. I’ll be up late doing payroll, so if you need me, hit my phone up.” The security nodded at my request and opened my car door for me. “Thank you!”
It was late, and the only thing I could think about was seafood and a drink, but it wasn’t safe for a single woman like myself to wander around the city.
Instead, I took my ass through McDonald’s drive-through and ordered a fish sandwich with a large fry.
Not that I needed it. All it would do was go straight to my ass and hips, but it was part of my depressed eating.
People thought I was this happy-go-lucky woman, but I wasn’t.
I was a girl with daddy issues that went through no good ass niggas just to say I got a man.
No amount of money could take away the feeling I had whenever I was single.
My last relationship ended because he just couldn’t control his baby mama, who turned out to be the nigga wife.
She would pop up and start shit until we end up fighting in front of my rich neighbors.
I’m a girl from the hood, and the last thing anyone will ever do to me is be disrespectful.
I’ll beat your ass and send your ass back home crying.
The nigga before that ended up liking his asshole played with not only by me but his homeboys too.
I caught that shit on his phone one night we were chilling.
Then someone sent me another video of the nigga playing sword dick with his other homeboy.
Who the fuck does that? After that relationship, I thought it was me, but it wasn’t, and I had to go through some deep self-evaluation to make sure I wasn’t the issue.
I got in my house and up to my bedroom, where I pulled my wig off and put it on the dummy head so it wouldn’t lose its shape.
I spent too much money going back and forth to Atlanta to get them things made.
My clothes were off, and I was in bed with my food with nothing on but the television and my phone in my hand.
It was a must that I had my daily dose of good drama.
If I needed to know anything, it was on social media.
I had made my way around to ask how Law was doing since his house burned down.
It was something about Law that made him different.
He was the same age as my brother Trey, but he was way more mature than Trey.
The ones I wanted were always taken. Law had a girl which was Trey’s ex-girlfriend.
As much as I tried to throw myself at Law, he would never take the bait.
I had a hair and nail appointment, but once I laid eyes on Law’s candy red Benz truck parked at the restaurant, my plans quickly changed.
My hair wasn’t done, but that wasn’t going to stop me from going to see how he was doing.
We were still strangers but he knew who I was and what I stood for because I always supported his mother even when she was selling dinners out of her house.
I adjusted my scarf on my head and walked into the establishment.
It was a very successful business, and just like any other day, it was booming.
Approaching the counter, I made my same special order and paid.
Law wasn’t out front, so I assumed he was in the back working.
I thought it was cool for a hood nigga to not be ashamed to help out his mama.
It was a major turn-on. Sending a text to my stylist, I wasn’t paying attention when someone came and sat my plate down in front of me.
“You ordered the turkey wings, right?”
And here she was, the beautiful Summer. There was no wonder why Law was in love with her.
Her skin, hair, and body were to die for.
The only thing about her was the tattoos that covered her body.
I didn’t want to pass judgment on her because I didn’t know her from a can of paint. She just had something I wanted.
“Yeah, I’m just used to Law bringing it to me. He must be off today?”
“Mmhmm, he had to handle something.” She took me in by looking me up and down.
“Okay, well, tell Ms. Mae I said thank you, and I’ll see her next week.”
“What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t give it to you, sweetie,” I lightly smiled.
“Bitch, don’t call me sweetie like I’m some child.”
“Bitch? Did I bother you by asking where Law was at? I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers.
One thing your little ass won’t do is disrespect me.
Now, if I wanted to, I’ll have Ms. Mae put your ass out because one thing she don’t play about is customer service.
Shit, you should know that, being you do lashes and all.
You just lost a potential client.” I walked off before I had to drag her raggedy ass.
She just stood there waiting for me to walk out the door. Now that she was wondering why the fuck I mentioned her nigga name, I could go get my hair done and wait for him to say something to me. I heard through the hood that he didn’t like for females to approach his girl on no bullshit.
At the hair salon, I was able to get right in the chair.
That was because I let my cousin do my hair.
She was up and coming, and people weren’t quite used to using her yet, but I knew she was a secret weapon on them lace fronts.
She had just moved to Savannah from South Carolina.
Before she started buzzing, I had to solidify my spot.
She was new to the area, and the girls in the shop gave her a hard time because she really didn’t have any clients but me and three others.
“I made this wig, but the only person that I could think of to wear it is you,” my cousin Janine said.
“Now it better be no ugly shit. Let me see it, and I want to see it on the mannequin head too.”
She raced to the back and came back with a wig that was curled and styled already. It was a tint of my favorite color, burgundy with a tint of pink. I touched it and ran my fingers through the curls and watched it bounce right back.
“Let’s do it,” I told her.
When she got done, she had all the hoes around her station trying to figure out how she got the color like that and how she laid the lace so it wouldn’t show.
All I could do was look at her through the mirror as she continued to ignore them and work on me.
I dug in my purse and paid my cousin more than she charged.
“I’ll see you in a few weeks. I’ll be sending you some business too.”
“Thank you, cuz.”
“Oh, and here.” I dug in my purse. “Bring your ass to my party in two weeks. I’ll need you to come up with something for this head of mine.”
“I got you.”
Nails done, hair done, and I was now feeling like my old self. I rounded the corner to my car and ran into Law loading his car with bags. I walked up on him and tapped him right on his ass. There was no shame in my game.
“What the fuck?”
“I see you driving your girl’s car and she driving yours.”
“What’s wrong with that? Ain’t that what couples do?”
“Oh, nothing. I stopped by the restaurant to see if you were going to come to my party and she was there giving me the eye because I mentioned your name. We ended up having a few words but I walked off because I could tell she was ready to swing at any moment.”
“I play about a lot of shit, but don’t mention me to my girl like we fucking. I don’t need issues where I lay my fucking head.”
“Trust me, if we were fucking I wouldn’t be after you. You’ll be chasing me.”
“I’ght Pinkie, I gotta go.”
“Will I see you at the party?” I stopped him from closing the door on me.
“I’ll talk to my girl about it. Watch out so I can close my door.”
I stepped back and blew him a kiss. I could see him shaking his head at me as he backed up and pulled off.
Law had a look in his eyes that let me know he would give me the dick if I kept begging for it.
Men always fell weak because they were weak when it came to women chasing them.
It gave them some type of feeling. I planned on chasing him until he was in my bed, giving me that dick in every position.