“Good. I’ve been dying to find out what you looked like. You’re not too bad yourself.”
Leaning back in my seat, I folded my arms over my chest. “Not too bad, huh?” The corner of her mouth ticked.
“What you want me to say? You make my pussy wet?”
“Do I?”
“I’m not getting into all that with you. I came here to see you and now that I have, I can leave.” She lifted from the table, and I caught her by the wrist.
“What if I ain’t ready for you to leave just yet?”
Her eyes wandered from my hand up to my face. “What do I get out of sitting here with you?”
“Good conversation, money… hell, whatever the fuck you want.”
“Money?” She chuckled and eased back down into her seat. “You’re locked up.”
“And yo’ fucking point? You must ain’t do yo’ research on me or something.”
“I just used yo’ inmate number to get in here to see you. I don’t know yo’ real name either Mr. Madness.” She called me bythe name that I’d used on my account from when I was talking to her online. I chose the name Madness because I didn’t want to use my real name. Had I done that, my account would’ve been swarming with bitches that had ill intentions. I ain’t want that.
“Castro Saint-Mercier, but everybody calls me Wicked.”
Her eyes expanded like saucers. “As intheSaint-Merciers?”
“Yeah…”
“Wow. This is wild. I gotta go.” She bolted to her feet and knocked on the door.
“Do yo’ research and get back to me, baby girl.” My eyes darted to her small onion booty. The guard opened the door and she stepped out into the hallway. “I ain’t get yo’ name though.”
“Aria. Aria Hollister,” she replied and disappeared down the hallway.
Aria Hollister
Wicked… The fucking Wicked Saint-Mercier… Ain’t no way. Out of all the people that I could’ve come across on that application, it just had to be him. Wren isn’t gon’ believe this shit.
I left the prison and headed back to Montgomery so that I can tell Wren all about this mess. She was still at work at the moment, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t show up and see her. I’d come by the library all the time and just fuck off with her whenever I didn’t have anything else better to do. I would’ve been at work had I not gone to visit Wicked. Now that I knew who he was, I was definitely debating on dealing with him further. It’s bad enough that Wren got wrapped up in the family. All the shit I talked about Maniac when she first started dealing with him, I’d be a hypocrite.
When I made it back to the city, I stopped by Moe’s and grabbed her some tacos to smooth over the news I was about to give her. I’m still in disbelief, so I know she’s not gon’ believe it.
Pulling into the parking lot of the library, I parked and grabbed the food off the passenger seat and then got out the car. Entering the building, my heart pound against my ribcage as I neared the entrance. I’ve heard all sorts of stories about Wickedbefore he got locked up. If he was anything like Maniac, I’m in for a rude awakening.
“Hey,” Wren said soon as her eyes landed on me. “Oh my God, you brought food. I don’t know how you knew I was hungry.”
“Girl, please. You’re pregnant. You’re always hungry.”
“True.” She snickered, and I handed her the food. She rolled back from the desk and opened the bag. “What brings you by here? You ain’t tell me you was coming earlier when we talked on the phone.”
Rounding the desk, I took a seat in the empty chair and said, “I needed to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.” She removed one of the tacos from the bag and unwrapped it.
“What do you know about Wicked?” Her eyes shot to me with the taco stuck at her lips. She placed the taco back in the foil and gave me her undivided attention.
“Why are you asking me about Wicked?”
Pursing my lips, I replied, “Turns out, that’s the guy that I’ve been talking to.”
