He might have thought he was big shit, but he was fucking with the wrong man and the wrong damn club.
“Not if I get to you first.”
Another laugh escaped me. “Don’t count on it, asshole.” I hung up the phone, satisfied as fuck that I could slam it hard enough to crack the damn thing.
“What are we gonna do?”
“We head back and hope like hell Rocky’s plan will bear some fruit.”
“That’s a lot of hope.”
“At the moment, it’s all we got.”
***
Rocky was snuggled up in my arms, sleeping soundly with a satisfied smile on her face. After the run-in with the Genesis assholes yesterday, I came back and found her still sad but no longer crying. She took one look at me, drew me a hot bath, washed me, sucked me dry and then fucked me until all I could do was curl around her and sleep.
On and off for the past twenty-four hours, she couldn’t get enough of me. We lost ourselves in sweet, hot fucking. It was soft and slow, hungry and intense, it was everything and then some. Too bad she hadn’t said anything more than a few dirty phrases the entire time.
Her cellphone rang and I nudged her awake and took a quick look at the clock. Two seventeen in the fucking morning. That couldn’t be good. “Rocky, babe, your phone.”
She groaned, half turning and blindly reaching for it. “Yeah?”
“You fucking bitch!”
The stupid son of a bitch shouted so loud it was like he was in the damn room with us. “I fucking know you had something to do with this shit!” Genesis was seething, I could hear him foaming at the mouth even over the phone.
Rocky’s lips curled into a smile. “Something to do with what, Genesis?”
“Don’t you fucking play dumb with me, you stupid bitch! When I get my hands on you Rochelle, I’m gonna make you pay.”
“Interesting word choice,” she murmured, stretching and drawing my eyes to creamy, naked tits. “Did you have a reason for calling?”
“My goddamn stash houses, Rochelle! I don’t know how but I know you had something to do with this shit and I promise you’ll pay. Maybe I’ll finally get a pretty dollar for selling that sweet ass of yours. I know some real sick fucks who’d pay good money to fuck you up, princess.”
I reached for the phone then, prepared to reach through that motherfucker and choke the life from him but Rocky leaned away from me. “How on earth would a stupid bitch like me know anything about stash houses, whatever that is.”
“Too much,” I mouthed to her and she rolled her eyes.
“It’s funny now, but after I fucking kill your punk-ass boyfriend, you’ll have no one to protect you.”
She sat up and pushed her hair from her eyes with her free hand. “Husband, actually. Lasso is my husband, Genesis.” She stunned him into silence. “What, no words of congratulations?”
“Too bad you’ll be a widow soon.” He spat out the words, but Rocky was tough as nails. She didn’t even flinch. “Unless you give me a couple weeks. Remember how kind I was to you?”
“I remember your brand of kindness, Genesis. And I’ve moved on from it. Now maybe if you stop this shit right now, you might not lose everything.” Her threat was clear, if not explicit.
“Rochelle be reasonable. It’s just a couple jobs that you can plan in your sleep.”
“Are you really begging me? Maybe you should have fucking asked nicely instead of threatening me, fucking up my property and threatening my friends! Now, Genesis, now I say fuck you! And I’m going to make sure everything you love burns to the fucking ground!”
She ended the call and tossed the phone across the bed. Her hands were shaking and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Fucking goddamn tears. They wrecked me every fucking time. “You handled him perfectly, Rocky.”
“Yeah, I know, but these pregnancy hormones don’t play around. The baby doesn’t like to be stressed or angry.”
I stood to get her something to drink when there was a knock at the door.