Page 27 of Mia

“That was business. I had something important to discuss with you. Some… interesting news landed on my desk.”

Mia frowned. “Oh?”

“Oui. I can come to you.”

“No. I’m not available right now.”

“Really? Because I just saw you get in the car with a gentleman. Looks like the same one that infiltrated our dinner the other night.”

Mia froze, and I immediately pulled out my gun. Reaching into the glove box, I retrieved the other one, along with two ski masks, shoving them into her hands. My tires squealed as I peeled out of the parking lot. After concealing my plates, I shot off a group text to the team, letting them know to follow my location and get in place because we had action.

JacQues’ laugh came through the speaker. “Cat got your tongue, beloved? I’m really hurt by this, Celeste. I thought we could’ve had something special, but here you are just another fraud ass American bitch.”

Mia giggled as she pulled on the ski mask. “I’m no fraud, baby. I’m as real as they come.”

“Oh, you’re a fraud. I guess you really can’t trust a bitch that sells pussy. You have something that belongs to me and I want it back.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“My bitches!”

“If I remember correctly, you were paid for them fair and square. Once that cash touched your hands, they became mine to do with as I please.”

He laughed. “You think you’re cute, don’t you?”

“Actually, I’m very beautiful.”

“You’re a dead bitch when I catch you.”

“Not if I catch you first. Tell me, how did you find me out?”

“Loyalty, beloved. Miranda and I had a very close relationship. She might have been the face of the brothel, but I’m the big dawg around these parts. You came out of nowhere and supposedly brought the place from her, now she’s nowhere to be found. That’s suspicious. Imagine my surprise when I found out from my bottom bitch that you have been shipping my girls off. I’ve been looking into you for a while now.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mia asked, looking in the side mirror. That same blacked out SUV from the other night was right behind us. “What did you find?”

“You’re a ghost… almost like Celeste Coltrain doesn’t exist. Who are you?”

Mia giggled. “Awww, now it wouldn’t be any fun if I told you, would it?”

Behind us, the engine of the truck roared as they sped up.

“It doesn’t matter. Like I said, you’re a dead bitch. I got some niggas that are gonna fuck you real good before I do you in. Just for the hell of it, I might join them.”

“Enough of this shit,” I said, snatching the phone. “Listen up, fuck nigga. I don’t take kindly to a muthafucka threatening my wife.”

“Oh, she’s your wife? I’ll let you watch, then.”

“Watch this.”

I tossed the phone in the cup holder and swerved the car around so that I was facing the truck. Throwing it in reverse, I stepped on the gas and maneuvered through traffic. Mia took the wheel while I leaned out the window and fired three shots into the windshield. The truck swerved, damn near hitting another car. The sunroof opened and a nigga in a ski mask popped out the top with a semi-automatic.

People along the street were screaming and taking cover. Cars were getting the fuck out of dodge. The masked nigga aimed the gun at me, fired, and missed.

“Oh, that’s what we doing?” I said, a grin on my face.

He shot at the car, but the bullets did nothing but ricochet off. I knew the trouble I was getting into when I came over here. That’s why I had my truck, which was fully modified with a bulletproof body and windows, flown over. Sometimes I took for hire jobs with my uncle that caused me to be a little reckless. A nigga would never catch me slipping.

I slid back in the car. “Get in the driver’s seat,” I said, sliding the seat back.