“I just want to be clear about somethin’. The people my company does security for are powerful people. People who do illegal shit. Your job is legal, and can’t no law touch you. You have my word on that, but I just want to make sure you understood what you were getting into before you started. I know your situation, and I wanted to be transparent.”
Savio nodded in understanding. Neither of the men liked going into things without knowing, so Savio appreciated that Marcellus told him what was up. He weighed his options. He needed this job. He had some money saved up from before he got knocked, and Twizz made sure his home was good, but he was used to having long money and big pockets. This job wouldset him up for life. Marcellus paid his men really well, especially those that landed the head of security jobs.
“You sure law can’t touch me?” Savio asked. That was really all he needed to know.
“I own the law, nigga. You good,” Marcellus said.
Savio believed him. He nodded. “The shit this Cash lady is into . . . is it harmful to people?”
Savio had only made three promises to himself when he got out of prison. First, he wouldn’t do anything to spread harm to people anymore, like selling drugs. Second, he wouldn’t personally dabble in anything illegal unless it was to protect himself or someone he loved. Third, he would live his best life.
Marcellus paused and thought about it. “Nah. She ain’t harming people. Maybe their pockets, but it ain’t no life or death shit.”
Savio was intrigued by this mysterious Cashmere, but he was told he’d meet her tonight, so he knew he wouldn’t be kept in the dark for long.
“Then it’s all good. Long as it don’t fuck wit’ my livelihood, I’m cool.”
“Bet. And look, there go Cashmere and Ivoree now. She look like she don’t want to be here even more than me.” Marcellus chuckled as he left Savio’s side and walked toward a beautiful woman with a pretty round face and heart-shaped lips that had gloss on them. There was another woman with her that looked like a younger version of her. If he had to guess, the younger looking one was Ivoree, and the one that held his attention had to be Cashmere.
Savio stood back against the railing of the boat just as it gently pulled away from the dock. His eyes stayed on her. She was breathtaking to him, even with her face frowned up like she had somewhere better to be. Savio noticed the diamonds around her neck, wrists, and on her finger. Her long hair was down andflowing and covering her ears, but he suspected she had some diamonds there too.
Marcellus hugged her while Cassydie talked animatedly to her. Ivoree clung to her sister’s eyes, but her gaze bounced around the party as if she was looking for something to get into.
The younger woman’s eyes landed on him, and she held his gaze for a moment before she looked away quickly.
She’s shy,he thought with a chuckle before his eyes landed back on Cashmere. She definitely didn’t seem shy.Sheexuded a certain energy that told him she was a boss.
Marcellus said something to her, and she huffed out an irritated breath before he led her toward him. Savio kept his eyes on her the entire time, and when she finally caught his gaze, her footsteps faltered, and Savio grinned. Yeah, he was definitely about to have some fun with her.
The nap Cashmerehad earlier didn’t do much to improve her mood. After she greeted Marcellus and Cassydie, Marcellus told her that her new head of security was there and ready to meet her.
Cashmere rolled her eyes to the dark sky before she followed Marcellus. When she realized who they were walking toward, her footsteps faltered. The man was fine. Embarrassed, she tried to play it off like nothing happened.
Still, her eyes roamed over him. He had caramel-colored skin with a fresh cut. The waves in his head were subtle, but they were there, and he looked like he smelled good.And tastes good.She shook her head and silently scolded herself for the thoughts. It had been a long time since she let a man between her legs. When she first started making money and could relax some, she went through a ho phase where she would fuck a nigga and then leave him right where he was at. Power was a mothafucka, and it went right to her head. Somewhere along the line, though,she eased up on all that. She never had the chance to be wild when she was young, and now that she made up for lost time, maturity seemed to smack her right in the face. Dick wasn’t what she truly craved. It was a deep connection. The problem was, no nigga ever seemed worthy of seeing her vulnerable side, so her hardened exterior stayed intact, and she focused on stacking her money and creating generational wealth, if not for her own children, then for Ivoree’s.
Her eyes found the man’s pink lips that were now turned up into a smirk, as if he was mocking her. Her frown deepened.
“Sav, this is Cash. You’ll basically be living at her house. As head of security, you’ll have your own wing in her home. Cash, this is Savio, your new head of security. Be nice,” Marcellus instructed.
Cashmere cut her eyes at him. “You are so not the boss of me.”
“I’m older, so yeah I am.” Cashmere opened her mouth to argue, but Marcellus interrupted her. “Aye, don’t try it in this bitch tonight. Just be nice and try not to scare the nigga off.”
Before Cashmere could respond with a smart remark, Savio’s deep laugh vibrated her eardrums. Her brows pulled in as she glanced at him. “What’s funny?”
“Cell knows I don’t scare easily, ’specially not from somethin’ as pretty as you.” He laughed through his words, which pissed Cashmere off. She didn’t know whether to be offended or flattered. She decided to be offended.
After a slow, deliberate look from his head all the way down to his toes and back up, she said, “We’ll see about that.”
Savio’s brows hiked at the challenge, and he grinned, showcasing his deep dimples. “Guess we will.”
Instead of standing there and getting lost in his handsome features, she opted to leave the conversation without a word. She turned on her heels and searched for Ivoree, who was not whereshe left her. Cashmere walked toward Cassydie, who spoke with Karma and Nyx, the other women in the council.
“Hey, Nyx. Karma.” Cashmere greeted them with a head nod. “You seen Vee anywhere?”
“She’s with Twizz,” Cassydie responded.
“Who?” Cassydie’s face screwed up.The hell kinda name is Twizz?
