“Nigga I don’t give a fuck about you or that bitch,” La’Nova spat coldly into the phone.
She moved her head and pointed her cigarette at nothing in particular like Kentrell was right in front of her face. If he was in front of her, she would have tried to smack fire out of his high yellow ass.
“Oh yeah? That’s what you feeling like?” He taunted lowly.
“Fuck nigga, that’s exactly what and who I’m feeling like to be direct!”
“Bitch you ain’t hitting on shit but them mutha fuckin’ Newports. That’s why the pussy stank!!”
“And yet it’s the same pussy you dying to hit!” She chuckled out bitterly.
“Bring yo shrimp dick having ass to my camper so I can show you who the fuck I’m feeling like, Kentrell.” She unfolded her legs and scooted to the edge of her bed.
She inhaled smoke sharply into her lungs and swallowed the rest, allowing it to burn her throat and make her feel dizzy.
“I’m feeling like Ali in his prime, ready to rock yo shit. I’m getting fed the fuck up. I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me. I stuck to the plan but have yet to see results or freedom. I’m not marrying no crazy dread wearing ass nigga,” her voice cracked out of anger.
“My family will?—”
“I don’t give a fuck about you or your sick ass family either, bitch! I just want to help you find this so-called fortune that you claim your momma got, so I can get the fuck on with my life!” She yelled into the phone.
“Well plans change, La’Nova. You been dragging your feet with helping me. If that nigga wants to marry you…it’s a good ass thing. Maybe as the Don’s wife… you’ll find the stash that my pops left behind. It’s either at House of Angel’s or the estate. It maybe even be somewhere close to that nigga Luca. You find that shit, I’ll split it and give you your freedom without anybody coming after you.”
Click.
La’Nova rocked back and forth fiercely, wanting to scream at the top of her lungs. She didn’t bother asking God why she was dealt the bad deck of cards handed to her for this thing called life. With painful memories too deep to rid herself of and Kentrell pulling her every way but loose, she wondered why she had held on for this long.
Everything had been too strange for her liking lately. Her energy was off and she took pride in keeping herself well in check. She felt like people were watching her, paranoia had kicked in to overdrive. Even the air she inhaled each day felt thicker. There was more security around House of Angels that she didn’t recognize. She wondered if they’d been put in place to keep an eye on her.
Lucille sent her an email days ago telling her that she was granting her vacation, which didn’t make any kind of since to La’Nova. She felt like Lucille was moving funny and wouldn’t press her to work because she too, needed time away just to think, but her thoughts were so jumbled.
A hard knock at her camper’s door made her jump. La’Nova froze, her cigarette mid-air. She swallowed down slowly and just eyed the door from where she sat. Sixty seconds went by and another measured knock followed. She stood up and padded to the door. Before she opened it, she peered out the small window.
Three men in black suits stood outside. They all looked out of place, like they came from the secret service. Her chest tightened, eyes widened as she cracked the door just enough to look out with her chin lifted. Her facial expression rested into an unimpressed glare.
“Yes?” She asked coolly.
“Mr. Bonetti awaits you,” the one in the front spoke up.
“Which one?” She asked dryly.
“Luca Bonetti.” A flicker of irritation crossed the man’s dark brown face.
La’Nova opened the door further and leaned out with her hand still on the frame for support. Her big gray eyes scanned the lot until they locked in on a sleek black Maybach. Behind the car was two Cadillac trucks.
This nigga thinks he’s the president…She thought in disbelief as her jaw tightened.
“Tell Mr. Bonetti, if he awaits me, he can come to me himself.”
The man opened his mouth to respond but La’Nova didn’t wait. She slammed her door and marched away from it, never locking it behind her. She had a baby deuce deuce underneath her pillow that she would gladly use if anyone of them came inside of her camper tripping out on her.
“Just fuckin’ relax girl… I see right now, I’m gon’ have to tune this nigga up like his nutty ass brother,” she spoke lowly to herself.
No matter how much courage she tried to pump into herself, she felt nervous as hell. She didn’t know what to do with herself as she paced back and forth. She looked down at her lavender fuzzy socks and instantly felt self-aware of how she looked right now.
Wait…why do I care how I look?She thought to herself as she approached her small body mirror.
She took her hair out of the twist braids they were in earlier, so her natural kinky hair was crinkly and wild. Her double-D breasts sagged a bit, resting on top of her stomach comfortably underneath her cotton long sleeve shirt. La’Nova had on her comfortable lavender boy shorts from Walmart. Her thick thighs and butt practically ate up the shorts, leaving the cuffs of her ass cheeks out.
