Page 37 of Gang of Roses: Dice

This lame really nutted on himself.

Lord, wait till I get back to the Airbnb. Them hoes was gon' hear about this all damn day. Hell, I couldn't wait to tell Coca. That fool would've laughed so hard he would've woke Revv up from his nap.

“Ebony, that's 'cause I got so excited. Look what you got me out here lookin' like.”

Greg let out this little nervous laugh like I was supposed to find that shit cute.

Whenever we worked a job and had to use a John, our real names stayed exactly where they belonged—with us. So to Greg, I was just Ebony, a flight attendant he met at a bar a while back. All of that was pre-planned after lurking and watching in different cities. Greg came in wearing his uniform, and I purposely bumped into him. Once we talked and exchanged numbers, it was a wrap. A bank was on our minds, but ol’ Greggy got my wheels turning to take down a truck. From there, I played my role, pretending to leave for flights whenever I needed an excuse to disappear while the Gang of Roses used an abandoned field to train and prepare for the job.

“If you say so.”

I eased my hefty ass off the bed and headed toward the bathroom to clean myself up. Before I could even reach the sink, Greg followed behind me like a lost damn puppy.

“All this ass,” he mumbled, giving my backside a soft little tap.

What the hell was that?

Now, don't get me wrong, I liked a man who knew how to appreciate what the Lord blessed me with, but that little tap?

Baby...That wasn't gonna get you anywhere with all these curves.

A man was supposed to come with a little pressure, a little confidence. Hell, make me think twice before I start calling the shots. Greg was handsome as all outdoors, but every time he opened his mouth, another layer of fine peeled clean the fuck off.

Ugh.

Just thinking about that made Ritz pop into my head. He was so soft, rough, demanding, and powerful in the bedroom. I really can’t explain the force behind his cocky ass.

Soon as this job was over, I was finally gon’ shake his world up. Pop Pop and Coca were over babysitting my hidden gem, and I couldn’t keep asking them to put their lives on pause because I was scared to deal with mine.

Then again...

If I thought telling Ritz was stressful...I still had to tell Gang of Roses.

Yeah...my girls ain’t know a damn thing.

“I’m glad you finally let me get a taste,” Greg said with a grin stretched across his face, pulling me from the storm I knew was coming.

“Mmm-hmm.”

That’s all he deserved.

Greg was so damn oblivious to my mood, it was almost impressive. The fake smiles, the fake moans, the fake interest... I needed to wrap this up before my facial expressions started telling the truth.

“You work tomorrow?” I asked, drying my hands like I wasn’t fishing.

“Yeah. Why? You already want more of Daddy Twister Tongue?”

Jesus, please be a fence...

I had to shut my eyes before they rolled so hard they’d get stuck in the back of my damn head.

“Nah,” I laughed. “I was wondering if there’s a decent bank around here. I’m over this online banking mess. Seems like every other week somebody trying to steal my little coins.”

“You thinking about finally settling here?”

“Who knows. I do need something for when I’m here, though. You know a place?”

Greg nodded, like he finally had something useful to contribute.