I looked bad.
I checked the water temperature, noting how perfect it was. Not cold, not hot, but hot enough to soak in and feel my skin prickle. I loved it.
I stepped into the tub, loving how the hot water lapped around my bare skin. Sinking down into the water and taking a seat, I let my eyes drift closed as the water lulled me into a feeling of warmth and comfort.
The door slammed open and I jumped up, water splashing over the edge, before I saw Frankie’s worried face.
“Bitch, you scared the shit out of me,” she said, closing the door behind her.
“I scaredyou?”
My hand was over my heart, feeling it pump harder and faster than before, and I sank down in the water again.
“Your phone is going to voicemail, bitch, why?”
“I don’t know where it is.”
“Trey flipped out. Told me you got fucking kidnapped from The Pit. Why the fuck are you fighting again?”
I rolled my eyes at her, which I knew was going to set her off, but YOLO.
“Bitch, did you not hear me? Trey called me! He never does that.”
“Because you hate him, and you let him know that every time you see him,” I replied, closing my eyes again. The feeling of a warm washer on my forehead was a comfort I didn’t know I needed.
“What happened, babe?”
“I really can’t talk about it right now.”
Frankie nodded. “You know I love you right, bitch?”
I smiled, feeling the pull of the bruise on my jaw. Fuck, Sonya got me good. I’d always challenged myself to fight her growing up, but damn she got better on the offense than before. She’d clocked me good a few times before I’d remembered my training.
Then, she’d gone and done the worst you could do. She’d spoken about my failed relationship with Trey, and that even my mother wasn’t proud of me.
I’d seen red.
And the old brutal Rowie had bubbled to the surface.
“I love you, Frankie, how about we talk about you and Chaos?”
She rolled her eyes. “Nothing to talk about. It was a fuck, and now it’s over.”
“Are you upset?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Like I know why he did it and all, but the worst part for me…I really am going to miss that cock.”
I snorted, almost slipping in the tub at the unexpected comment from her. “Girl, warn a bitch. I do not want to think about Chaos’ cock.”
“Only Reaper’s right?
“Well, it is delicious.”
She splashed me with water as she sat against the cool tiles. “Are you sure about this, Ro?”
“The bath or the club?”
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Reaper.”
