He looked at me like I was speaking another language.
“Oh! I get it now,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. “You think because you spent a little bread on me and ate my pussy that makes you my man?”
We glared at each other until Cash finally let out a hollow laugh. “You right, Jas. My bad.” He shifted the car back into drive. “Where am I taking you? Back to work or home?”
I sighed, throwing myself back against the seat. “Just take me home.”
I watched the city blur past my window, arms folded tight over my chest. My throat was tight, like the words I wanted to say were stuck there. This was ridiculous, especially after last night. We were really arguing over somebody who held zero weight in my life.
Why was it always something with him?
“This the shit I be talking about,” I muttered under my breath. “This is why I don’t deal with street dudes. I’m too old for this.”
“Nah, you dealin’ with me, Jasmine. Don’t lump me in with that nigga.” He slammed a hand against the steering wheel. “I had to sit there and watch a dude you used to fuck whisper in your ear and try grab your ass in front of me. You think I ain’t see that shit?”
I flinched.
“Exactly.” He shook his head. “Play dumb if you want to.”
My phone chimed in my purse.
(646) 555-3492: What’s good, Juicy? It’s Marcus. Save this number.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Cash glance down at the screen.
I should’ve deleted that shit right then. Marcus was a walking red flag and everything in me was screaming don’t do it. But Cash had me fucked up trying to puff out his chest like he ran shit.
Me: Done and done
CHAPTER14
CASH “MONEY” BANKS
It would bemy fucking luck that Jasmine’s ex was the same nigga trying to move in on my territory. I wanted to put a bullet in his head so bad, but I’d never disrespect Marlene’s spot like that.
Jasmine gave me the silent treatment the rest of the way to her apartment. She sat there with her face screwed up, arms folded, looking out the window like a damn toddler in the middle of a tantrum. Soon as I parked, she hopped out and slammed the car door hard enough to shake the damn frame.
I sat there for a minute and watched her thick ass sashay angrily into her building before leaving. As I began to pull off, I peeped a silver Mustang merging a few cars behind me. I remember seeing one parked out front of Marlene’s earlier but didn’t think anything of it.
Could’ve been a coincidence.
Until I switched lanes and a few moments later so did they.
I let out a frustrated breath and reached into the center console for my piece. This nigga Marcus a stalker now too?
I took the next exit and drove aimlessly, weaving through backroads until he finally got bored and backed off.
Still heated, I called Jelani.
“Yo,” his voice came through the speakers as I merged back onto the highway.
“I’m headed to the farmhouse. Everybody pulling up?” I asked.
“Yeah, we all here. Why you sound ready to knock someone’s top off?”
“Because I am!” I smacked the steering wheel with my palm.
“Aw, shit. Who we fucking up?” he asked giddily. People thought I was the loose cannon, but it was really him they needed to worry about.
