He chuckled. “Zenia?”
“Don’t play with me, man. I’m talking about Faith.”
“I thought you said she was coming to try to do an exposé on the casino?”
“There’s nothing to expose.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“She’s downstairs having lunch with some lanky-ass clown.”
“And?”
“And I’m thinking about shooting the restaurant up! What the fuck do you meanand?”
“I mean and what do you plan to do about it? You said you want your girl back. You have to prove it.”
“What do you think I’m doing by having her here?”
“I think you’re watching her have lunch with another man like a little bitty bitch.”
“I got your bitch!”
“Get out your feelings and get your wife. Mine is in the kitchen waiting for me to help make lunch for the kids.”
“Man, bye. I don’t know why I thought you would be any kind of help.” I slammed my office phone on the receiver and picked up my cell off the desk. A soft knock on the door grabbed my attention right as Faith waltzed back into the room like nothinghad happened. I jumped up from my seat and stalked over to her.
“You must be out of your god damn mind?” I snarled as got closer.
“What the hell are you talking about now, crazy?” she asked, looking confused as hell like she hadn’t just violated in a major way.
“You want me to kill that muthafucka, Faith?”
“What?”
“You heard me. Tell me that’s what you want, and I’ll go out there and show you how serious I am about you.”
“Again, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Why the fuck were you in my establishment on a date with another man?”
“First of all, what I do is none of your business. Second of all, I wasn’t on a date. Not that I owe you an explanation, but I was just having lunch with a friend. That friend happened to be a paying customer. So again, I’m not seeing the problem.”
“Friend my ass. That man is clearly in love with you. You fucking him? I told you how dangerous that pussy is. You about to get a man killed, and I haven’t even had it in seven years.”
“Don’t worry about my pussy. This is a business arrangement.”
“Is he supposed to be your boyfriend or something?” I asked her.
“I just told you he was a friend. He’s actually my neighbor.”
“Did you invite him here to make me jealous?”
“I didn’t invite him here at all.”
“Well, what the hell was he doing here?”
“He knew I was dealing with a difficult client and came to try to cheer me up.”
