“I’m sorry for whatever she did Mr. Romano.” The man wrapped his arm around her and was about to walk away until we all heard a cracking sound. Looking down, Raul busted out laughing.
“Looks like you won’t be saving those teeth.” Another guy I didn’t know said, laughing next to Raul. What was wrong with these men? Why would they think it was funny about a girls’ teeth falling out and being stepped on?
“Let’s go.” The man rushed her off and you could hear him cursing. From what he said walking away, that wasn’t the first time she got in some shit. It was the first time someone almost killed her though.
Turning around to go towards the elevator which was where I was headed coming inside before seeing Cairo hem that girl up, my body was yanked in the opposite direction. My arm felt like it was about to be disconnected from my shoulder by the person’s strength.
“Don’t ever put your damn hands on me again or interrupt me when I’m busy.” Cairo barked, towering over me with his sexy ass. That dark caramel complexion that could make him pass for Spanish, Dominican or even Indian turned me on. He had long hair pull back in a ponytail and I wanted to put my mouth on his juicy and suckable lips. Like most men, he had tattoos coming from under his T-shirt and all over his arms.
You could tell he was muscular and worked out by his physique and I swear his baritone voice would make any woman beg to go home with him. Everything about Cairo was sexy, except his damn attitude and reckless mouth. I could stare and fantasize about him all day but once he opened his mouth, I wanted to punch him in it but knew better.
If he damn near killed that young girl and pulled her teeth out with the tip of his gun, I knew damn well he’d do me worse so for now, I’ll try and stay quiet.
“I apologize Cairo.” I could respect that part of what he said because I should’ve been minding my business since it had absolutely nothing to do with me.
“The girl was scared and—” His rude ass cut me right off.
“And it wasn’t your business nor was she a family member. If you ever do that again, I’ll make sure your mother and brother don’t wake up the next day.” He went to walk off and I couldn’t hold my tongue.
“Hold up motherfucker.”Why did I call him a name?Realizing I fucked up by saying that when he turned around with slits in his eyes, I slapped my hand over my mouth and tried to go towards the stairwell. For all of five seconds, I felt safe until my shirt was pulled so hard my body hit the floor.
“You got a slick ass mouth for somebody who cleaned themselves up to come here.”Oh no he didn’t.I attempted to stand but stopped when his sneaker pressed down on one of my hands. Holding in my cry to show him the pain wasn’t bothering me, he smirked before lifting his foot up and slamming it down harder.
“I’m not a regular type of nigga.” He removed his foot off my hand.
“If I need to have a conversation with you again, you won’t survive it.”Was that a threat? Did he really just stomp on my hand like that?”Watching him leave, I balled my shirt up andscreamed loud as hell in it. Not only was my hand in hella pain but me and my family’s life was threatened, as well as the fact I couldn’t respond the way I wanted.
After sitting there for what felt like forever, I stared down at my hand and realized it was swollen and two of my nails were off. Granted, they were press on ones which I’m happy about because if not, they’d be bleeding.
Managing to get up, I snatched up my two nails and put them in my pocket. We had another week to be here and once the swelling goes down on my hand, I’m going to try and put them back on. Say what you want but I got these online for $25 and I had to pay shipping and handling. I refuse to waste money so if I can put them back on, I will. And besides, I only brought this one pack so there wasn’t a match and I highly doubt the Cayman Islands had press on nails in their stores.
“Girl! Where the hell you been?” Sariah yelled, coming down the hallway. We were supposed to go walk that seven mile beach for her to get exercise and for me to just enjoy the scenery. I came down before her to grab something from their snack area and saw Cairo about to kill that girl.
“Down here trying to save some girls life and that maniac damn near broke my hand.” I showed it to her and we both gasped because it turned black and blue just that fast.
“Never approach Cairo unless he wants you to and I should take you to the hospital. Your hand looks either fractured or broken. Did you fall?” She was a tad bit late telling me not to approach Cairo unexpectedly, especially since I did at my house and didn’t get the same reaction as today.
Then again, it was my place and he can’t tell me not to speak. Although he did and for a moment I was quiet but started talking shit back to him when he came for my appearance. Who would’ve thought by trying to calm him down he’d try and take my hand off; literally?
“No I didn’t fall and it’s a fine time to tell me.” As we got on the elevator to go and grab our things and take the trip over to the hospital, someone’s hand kept it from closing. Sucking my teeth when Raul stepped on, Sariah gave me a look. The doors closed with him still on.
“Let her keep it up with that attitude and I’m sure Cairo won’t mind breaking the other hand or getting rid of her.”
“Babe, she didn’t deserve whatever happened and…” He cut her off by slobbing her down. Holding my hand with the other, I wanted to gag. He was being funny and all of us knew it. When the doors opened, I stormed down the hall and stopped short seeing the hotel room door opened.
“Get your stupid ass in here so he can check your hand.” I know damn well Cairo wasn’t in my room.How the hell did he get up here that fast; better yet, how did he get inside?Moving slowly into the room, my body was jerked again and placed in one of the chairs at the table. Some guy was standing there with a small machine and a white jacket.
“He’s gonna take a few X-rays on your hand. Not that I give a fuck if it’s broke or not because you deserved it but my pops said it had to be done.” That man really didn’t give a shit about what came out his mouth.
“Gee thanks and tell your dad thank you for me.” The guy that I’m assuming was a doctor gently placed my hand on the machine and after twenty minutes of testing and the doctor looking, it was confirmed that my hand was indeed broken. Some of the bones were cracked and the swelling and bruising would last a long time.
Lucky for me, I didn’t require a hospital visit because evidently Cairo travels not only with his family but a medical team for emergencies. That same doctor had me follow him down to a room on the first floor that held more portablemedical equipment, a MRI machine that showed exactly what was broken, as well as the doctor waking me up after surgery.
I had no idea where I was because after seeing the room with all the medical stuff inside, some woman offered me a drink and next thing I knew, I woke up with a cast on my arm from the middle of my arm covering my entire wrist.
All of it shocked the hell out of me and also let me know Cairo was exactly who he thought he was and it was better to keep my mouth shut around him. If that man could bring a full medical team along with surgeons and equipment overseas, he not only had money but held some kind of power. Men like that were bad for anyone’s health and I’m glad me and him have a mutual dislike for one another.
“Here are some pain medicines that you could take tomorrow. Your body still has anesthesia inside and some morphine.” Hearing the doctor speak gave me a peace of mind, yet still had no idea how I was here for vacation and ended up having surgery and a cast.
