Page 100 of Buy Back My Love

“I’m not your girl!” Lee snapped.

Van had made it a few feet from the table by then. He stopped there and looked at me. “You heard her.”

I turned toward him. “Nigga, stay out of this.”

“You the one came in here cutting up.”

“Van,” Lee said.

He looked at her instead of me.

“I got it,” Lee told him.

Van nodded and backed off without arguing with her. He didn’t go all the way back to his table, though. He stayed close enough to see what was happening, and for some reason, that got under my skin almost as much as him walking over there in the first place.

The security guard turned toward Lee. “Ma’am, you know him? You want him to leave?”

Lee looked at me for a second. I don’t know what I expected her to say, but it damn sure wasn’t what came next.

“Yeah, I know him.” She looked at the guard. “And yes. I want him to leave.”

That fucked with me.

“You heard her,” the guard told me. “Time to go.”

“Lee.”

She picked up her drink. “Bye, JB.”

“Come on, Lee.”

“I said bye.”

Another security guard walked up and stopped beside the first one. “You walking out, or we walking you out?”

I looked at Lee, then past her at Van. He was still standing there, and I wasn’t finna give that nigga the satisfaction of watching security drag me out.

“Aight.”

Lee didn’t say anything.

I backed away from the table. “Aight, Lee.”

She still ain’t answer me, so I turned around and walked toward the door with both guards following behind me.

As soon as I got outside, I went straight to my truck and slammed the door. I sat there pissed off for a minute, thinking about Lee dismissing me in front of everybody and that nigga standing there watching the whole thing.

Fuck it. I was finna beat her home.

By the time I pulled into her driveway, I had already decided I’d wait until she got there. She could act like we ain’t have nothing to talk about in front of her friends, but fifteen years didn’t disappear because she posted a caption and told security to put me out.

I went up the steps and stuck my key in the lock.

It wouldn’t turn.

I frowned and tried it again, twisting harder this time, but the key still wouldn’t move. I pulled it out and stared at the lock before it finally hit me.

This woman changed the locks.