28. Symone
“I don’t know what you expect me to do, Symone.” Mariah shrugged, rubbing her small baby bump. “You went behind my back to fuck on my nigga, and you want me to help you get back at him? I’m good, love.”
“Ri, come on now. You didn’t even give a fuck about him. You were only in it for the money. So why does it matter?”
“It matters because I would’ve never fucked behind you! We don’t move like that. Then you did it behind my back. I had to find out from your brother. You’re wrong as hell.”
I sighed, slightly feeling bad. She was right.
We’ve never messed with the same man throughout our friendship, but the more Mariah bragged about Saint, the more I had to have him for myself.
He didn’t even know that Mariah and I were as close as we are.
If he did, he probably would’ve never entertained me.
“You’re right, girl. But we can’t let him get away with how he did us. We have to get our lick back.”
“WE ain’t gotta do shit. I refuse to lose my life behind that nigga.
Messiah settled my debt to your brother so I would leave Blessing and Moo alone.
Not long ago, you told me to just let it go.
Now, it’s time for you to follow your own advice.
There are many other players, and Moo isn’t the only one.
I can name six niggas on his team who have more money than he does.
Just leave it alone, Symone. Please. Messiah isn’t mentally stable, and he doesn’t play about his sisters.
Don’t make him make an example outta you,” she warned.
“Whatever, Mariah.” I rolled my eyes, standing from my seat. “I gotta go.”
“Leave that shit alone, Symone.”
I walked out of the front door, not bothering to respond. I didn’t give a fuck what she was talking about. Saint was going to pay for how he did me.
“Heyyy Rickyyy,” I sang, walking into the studio. The air was thick with smoke. I took a seat on the empty sofa and placed my purse in my lap.
Ricky turned in his chair to face me. “Wassup, beautiful? I didn’t think you were going to make it.”
“What made you think that? I told you I would pull up.” I giggled as he pulled me from the couch and onto his lap.
“‘Cause you love spinnin’ a nigga.” He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I know, I’ve just been so busy. I’m here now, though.”
The door to the studio opened, and Dru walked in holding hands with Chanel. I fought the urge to roll my fucking eyes. There was only one person I couldn’t stand more than Blessing, and that was her lap dog, Chanel.
“Oh shit. Hey girl!” Chanel greeted, giving me a side hug.
“Hey girl.” I gave her a toothless smile. “Damn, Dru, you can’t speak?”
He ignored me and sat in one of the chairs next to us. “You ready to work? I only got about an hour in me.” He asked Ricky.
“Hell yeah. It won’t take long for me to knock this out. Aye, relax and enjoy yourself. We can get out of here once I finish recording.” He placed a kiss on my forehead before lifting me from his lap. I nodded, sitting on the couch next to Chanel.
“I didn’t know this was a thing,” Chanel said once Ricky walked into the booth to record. Dru had sat in the chair he had previously occupied and toyed with the soundboard.
I shrugged. “It’s new. We’re just kicking it. You know I’m still waiting for my person to get out of his situation so we can get serious.” Dru chuckled and mumbled something under his breath.
“Are you ever going to tell us who the hell this mystery guy is?”
“Oh, you’ll know really soon if he doesn’t leave his current situation soon. I’m tired of waiting.”
“He told you he was leaving his girlfriend?” She asked, pulling a joint from her purse. She lit it and took a pull from it.
“He told me to just wait my turn.” I lied.
“What do you have up your sleeve?” Chanel squinted and passed the joint to me.
“You’ll see.” I grinned.
We stayed at the studio for a few more hours before I followed Ricky back to his condo. He fucked me so good I almost forgot about Saint. Almost. Now we were lying in his bed watching reruns of Power. I just hope I fucked him good enough to put this plan in motion.
“Ricky…” I whispered, caressing his broad chest.
“Yeah?” He responded, looking down at me.
“I need your help with something..” I got up and straddled him. His hands caressed my thighs.
“What is it?”
“I’m scared to ask.. but I really need help.”
“Just tell me what’s up, Symone.”
“Would you kill for me?”
Blessing stole my future, so I’m going to take something from her.