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"It's a smart fridge. It stops before it reaches the top." He took the glass and handed it to me. I guzzled it down while he continued to stare at me.
"Can you stop?"
"Stop what?" he asked.
I smirked. "Staring at me. I'm trying to honor my brother's wishes."
He chuckled. "Oh, so you do listen."
"Sometimes." I shrugged.
"I'm not fucking you."
"You keep saying that... I heard you when you lied the first time." I finished the water and handed him the glass. "Show me to my quarters, please."
Those smoldering eyes and slight smirk on Ruger's face made my insides tingle all over. If Ghana didn't want me to have sex with this man, then he needed to find me somewhere else to stay. There was no way I could stay in this house with him for however long and not eventually climb on that thick ass pole. It had been too long since I'd felt a dick slide in my insides, so if he touched me again, I was going to fuck his fine ass.
Ruger walked around me, leading me up the winding staircase, down a hall, to a door at the end. He opened it, turned on the light, and I inwardly nodded my approval. The room had a pillow-top queen-sized bed, which was very neat and in pristine condition. It had the typical bedroom furniture, an en suite bathroom, and a fifty-inch TV mounted over the dresser.
"Well, I once again had to leave my clothes and items behind. Do you mind giving me something to wear after my shower?"
"I got you. All of your things will be here by morning," he said, pulling out his ringing phone. He smirked slightly at the screen before silencing it and placing it back inside his pocket. "Be right back." Ruger walked out of the room, and a twingeof disappointment hit me. I knew it was another woman on the phone. I had no reason to be disappointed, but I was.
Brushing off my emotions, I went into the bathroom to start the shower. After making sure the water was at the right temperature, I noticed a sliding door and opened it. Inside, there were washcloths, towels, feminine and male body wash, razors, and deodorants. I grabbed what I needed before stepping into the shower. I didn't have to guess if Ruger had money. The loft downtown and this house alone were top-tier. If his bike shop made his properties look like this, I could only imagine what his bank account looked like.
"I'm about to step out for a minute. You gon' be straight?"
I stuck my head out of the curtain. "Why do you insist on leaving me alone in huge places?"
"You scared of big things, Mona?"
"All big things don't bring me pleasure, so yeah."
He laughed. "You are hell, girl. I won't be long, and four members of my crew live on this block, so you're good. See you in a minute."
"Whatever," I said, closing the curtain back with a slight attitude.
It was after three in the morning, so I knew he was going to fuck whoever called him.Girl, calm the fuck down. Acting thirsty after only two days of knowing this nigga. Just scroll through them contacts and find you somebody to knock down those walls! The only problem was, I didn't think they would do me like Ruger would. The way he talked, walked, and looked at me had already solidified that he'd change my whole life.
Maybe Ghana was right. Fucking Ruger would only lead to heartbreak and jail time.
Two HoursEarlier
"We're not taking the bikes. They'll know we're coming if we do," I told my crew while I watched the live video feed of Nino and his entire crew at their warehouse in Southwest Detroit.
The niggas were super 'laxed and laughing about what they had done to my shop. When they began planning what they were going to do to Kenzi and Gruesome, I knew if we didn't act now, these niggas were going to think they were safe. None of these bitch niggas were safe, and they were about to see the wrath of a menace.
That bike shop was sentimental property, and though I had insurance to get it restored, I couldn't restore my father's bike that I had on the display case. It was burned to a crisp. So, tolighten my heavy heart, I was about to return the favor tenfold. It was the first thing Honor gave to me. I knew that sometimes he felt guilty about how Shayna's raggedy ass treated me, so he overcompensated to try to fill in her part of the gap that she left in my heart.
He always apologized and tried to make excuses for why she acted the way she did, but none of that shit mattered after she accused me of trying to have sex with her. Like, bitch, you had to have some fucking mental health issues to mistake my loving and caring for you as wanting to have sex with my own mother. Me choking her out that night wasn't the first time she'd insinuated some shit like that. I had to bathe her on numerous occasions because she'd throw up everything but her memories and the shit would be everywhere. Pops had his obligations at the club, and Jax would either not be around or asleep when she'd come stumbling in with throw-up on her clothes and in her hair.
My phone ringing snapped me out of the memory. Seeing April's name displayed across the screen, I swiped the bar to answer.
"What's good, baby?"
"The bird has flown," she said, referring to Niko being extinct.
I smiled. "Good looking."
