Page 107 of Vega

Bishop scoffed, shaking his head while Milan held hers.

Wise set his cup down. “Tasha was grown. She knew what it was.”

“No,” Rain retorted. “She knew what you let her know. There’s a difference.”

Wise leaned back, staring up at her. “I didn’t lie to that woman.”

“You didn’t have to. Men like you love technical honesty. You tell just enough truth to avoid guilt while letting women fill in the blanks with hope.”

Bishop muttered, “Damn.”

Wise glared at him. “You enjoying this?”

Bishop chuckled. “A little.”

Milan elbowed him.

Wise turned back to Rain. “You don’t know shit about me and Tasha.”

“I know she liked you.”

“A lot of women like me.”

“Exactly.” Rain’s eyes narrowed. “And that’s why I warned her before she became another one of your victims.”

Wise stood slowly.

Bishop stepped closer to him. “Wise.”

I stayed seated, but I watched Wise’s hands. Rain had a way of getting under his skin faster than his opps.

Wise ignored Bishop. “You got a lot to say for somebody who doesn’t know shit about how I treat the women I’m fucking.”

Rain didn’t move back. “I know enough.”

“No,” Wise said. “You know rich boys in tailored suits who smile in your face and cheat behind your back. You don’t know a real nigga like me.”

“I know you ain’t shit.”

“And I know you think having a degree and a daddy with money makes you qualified to judge everybody who didn’t grow up at country clubs.”

Rain took a step closer. “You don’t know how I grew up.”

“And you don’t know shit about my relationships, but that didn’t stop you from running your mouth.”

“I protected my friend.”

“You sabotaged something that wasn’t yours because you can’t stand the thought of a woman choosing me.”

Rain laughed bitterly. “Trust me, Wise. Women choosing you has never been impressive to me.”

“Ooooh,” one of Bishop’s lawyers sang under his breath.

Bishop shot him a warning glare. “Shut up.”

Wise smiled at Rain, but nothing about it was friendly. “You sure about that?”

Rain’s eyes locked on his. “Positive.”