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points out.
    I think about her
words. She’s probably
right . “I have to go, Jade,” I say,
grabbing my jeans from the side of the bed. She gives me a
reassuring hug, and we both leave.

Chapter 5

    As always, when I arrive at Eva’s house, the
porch is once again laden with random females. Eva, as per usual,
is less than thrilled to see me. This time, I have no bag of cash,
so she doesn’t leave her spot on the porch, instead just waits for
me to go to her.
    “Where’s Emmanuel?” she spits as I ascend
the first stair. A few of her friends give me the same cold glare.
A few others seem to be salivating slightly.
    “Locked up,” I say, looking down.
    “What!” She squeals. “How the hell did that
happen?” She leaves her chair and digs her pointed finger into my
shoulder. “How could you let that happen?”
    “I just- I don’t want to talk right now,
Eva. I just need the bag,” I say dismissively.
    She storms inside, slamming the screen door
behind her and comes back a minute later carrying the bag, her face
hard and furious. “I kept Emmanuel’s cut,” she says.
    “I’m sure you did. You better not spend it
all. He’ll be mad as hell if he finds out you did,” I warn. Just as
she’s about to start another verbal assault, my phone rings, giving
me the perfect out.
    “Hello,” I say, walking back to the
Camaro.
    “Hi, stranger,” Nina’s low and oh so sexy
voice comes over the line. “Are you busy?”
    “I have something to do, but not after
that,” I say, my dick immediately responding in anticipation.
“Wait, how did you get my number? I don’t remember giving it to
you.”
    “That’s a shame, I’m free now. Busy later,”
she says coyly, deliberately avoiding my question. “Maybe next
time.”
    Fuck it, Julius can wait
an hour or two more. “Well, look at that,
my schedule just cleared,” I reply cockily. I don’t push her on the
phone number question. One shouldn’t look a gift horse in the
mouth.
    “I thought it might’ve,” she answers. It is
obvious in the tone of her voice that she knew from the very
beginning of the call that I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to
see her. “Do you still have my address?”
    “I’ll flick through all of the numbers I
have here in my pocket,” I tease.
    “Do that,” she answers. “And let’s hope you
find it.”
    I finger the folder piece
of paper. There was no way in hell I would have lost that address.
I navigate the Camaro over to Nina’s, driving through several
questionable neighborhoods on my way. Emmanuel plays on my mind for
the whole journey. Pulling up to the modest apartment complex, I
suddenly find myself feeling strangely nervous about walking
up. Performance anxiety? Me? Screw that.
    Nina answers the door a little differently
than I had expected. I’m not really sure what I had expected, but I
know it wasn’t a pair of worn jeans and a faded tank top. Still,
she exudes sexual prowess, and her obvious confidence is so fucking
erotic.
    I’m at a loss for words,
but can’t risk looking like a slack-jawed idiot, so I do the next
best thing. I take two steps over the threshold and slide my hands
under the front of her tank top. Her eyes don’t leave mine, her
intense stare unwavering. The creaking of an opening door causes me
to forcibly avert my eyes from Nina’s. A timid looking middle-aged
woman peeks through the crack. Her eyes widen as she catches sight
of Nina’s bare breasts. Nina shoots her a challenging glare, topped
off with a snide grin. The shocked and probably appalled woman
promptly slams the door shut. The girl is
pure evil.
    “Do you usually operate with such reckless
abandon?” I say, grabbing her by the wrists and kicking the door
shut.
    “Usually,” she answers lowly. Nina pulls her
wrists free from my grasp and backs against the door. I take a step
towards her.
    “Are we playing rough?” I ask quietly.
    “Only way I like it,” she jibes. “But if you
can’t handle it, then maybe I was