That irritated me more than the nigga she was with.
“You done?” I asked.
Her nostrils flared. “No, I’m not done. You pull me out of a charity event like I’m still your girl, and think I’m just supposed to sit here?”
I tapped ash into the tray and finally turned fully toward her.
“You came with Marcus Vale.”
“So?”
“So don’t play stupid in my car.”
She laughed, sharp and ugly. “Oh, so now you care who I stand next to? That’s funny coming from a nigga who dismissed me with four other bitches and an NDA.”
I stayed quiet.
That made her angrier.
“I’m serious, Ares. You don’t get to act possessive now. You made your choice.”
I studied her face. She was hurt under all that fire. Anybody else might’ve softened.
I didn’t.
“That nigga is my enemy,” I said.
“Maybe I know that.” She raised her eyebrow.
“I know you know it.”
She folded her arms. “Then maybe I did it on purpose.”
I nodded once.
“I figured.”
I took another pull from the blunt. “So let’s skip the dramatics and get to the point.”
Her eyes narrowed. “The point?”
“The point is, you’re in Bianca’s lawsuit, and you hate that bitch. The point is, you let one of my biggest haters walk you through a room full of muthafuckas who would love to see me slip. The point is you’re either emotional or stupid, and I know you’re not stupid.”
She frowned.
“Fuck you.”
“No,” I said calmly. “Fuck your pride.”
She shifted in her seat, anger burning hotter now. “You think I owe you loyalty after what you did to me?”
“I think you know better than to stand next to niggas who want me dead.”
Her laugh was bitter. “Dead? Please. Everything ain’t always that deep.”
I looked at her for a long moment.
“It is with me.”
