“Ain’t I just tell you I been tryna bag shorty for a minute?”
“Yeah, but that normally don’t stop you from dippin’ in somethin’ easy,” Savio pointed out.
Twizz nodded. “Nola’s different.”
Savio’s eyes grew wide at that. “Why you ain’t tell me about her?”
“Ain’t really had time. Work been crazy, and every free minute I have is spent wit’ her.” Twizz shrugged.
Savio sat back and regarded Twizz with pride. “You really like her, huh?”
Twizz leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “You know when they say when you know, you’ll know? Well, I know, nigga. She’s the one.”
Savio’s mind instantly flashed to Cashmere. He grinned. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Shit, me neither, but Nola is it for me, which is why I need you to hurry up and tell me why you came by unannounced, knocking on my door like the police and shit. I’m tryna pull up on my baby and see if that thang still hot for me.”
Savio chuckled, and then his mood darkened when he remembered his reason for his visit. He ran a tired hand down his face and sighed. “Man, look. What about Ivoree? I thought you was feelin’ her.”
Twizz shook his head. “I mean, at first, I thought she was cool. She pretty and smart and all that, but shorty is weird as hell. Ever since that party and I saw how she was wildin’ out and then she tried to lie on me, . . . I been cool on her.”
Savio nodded slowly. “What happened wit’ y’all earlier?”
Twizz frowned. “What you mean?”
“You drove her home earlier?”
“Yeah.” Twizz nodded.
“Okay, so what happened?”
“Fuck you gettin’ at, G? Wasn’t nobody else on the schedule that could drive her home, so I did. Shit was awkward at first’cause we ain’t been around each other one on one since that party, but she finally lightened up a bit. She asked how I was doin’, and then she asked about you, which I thought was weird as fuck ’cause she see you more than me. I dropped her ass off and clocked out and came here. That’s it.”
Savio grunted as he sat deep in thought. He didn’t understand why Ivoree kept lying on Twizz.
“You get a call from Cell?”
Twizz shrugged. “I ain’t been around my phone. I been wit’ Nola.”
“You’re being reassigned. I’m not sure to who or where yet, but my guess is you’ll have a few days off before they assign you somewhere.”
“For fuckin’ what? Why I’m being reassigned?” Twizz asked with a scowl on his face.
“Ivoree claiming that you tried to fuck up on her without her permission.”
Twizz was out of his chair in a flash. “Bullshit!”
“That’s what I said.” Savio agreed. He was willing to stand ten toes down about that, too, now that he’d met Nola. Twizz wasn’t the type to be soft with a woman, and the little glimpse Savio saw of him with Nola told him everything he needed to know. No way would Twizz throw what he had away with Nola for Ivoree. He especially wouldn’t force himself up on Ivoree hours before fucking on Nola for the first time.
Twizz paced the floor. “That bitch is whacked out, Sav. I promise you she’s tweakin’. I ain’t ever had to steal no pussy in my mothafuckin life.”
“I know.” Savio nodded his head calmly as he watched Twizz.
“I gotta see her. I need to set this bitch straight, Sav.”
“Nah.”
Just like he wasn’t about to allow Cashmere to talk to Twizz, he wouldn’t allow Twizz to talk to Ivoree. The best plan was to keep everyone away from each other to keep the peace.
