Page 16 of My Mr. Vampire

“Coco, you know, if we got Black girl wasted now, we got to have food delivered. We can’t be out here drinking and driving.”

“I will order something for us if we decide to stay here.” I slid the full wineglass across the kitchen island over to Morgan.

“Where were we trying to go in the cold?” She asked.

“I didn’t tell you this, but I was sort of staying over at Zand’s.”

“In the basement of this apartment building?” Morgan’s face distorted. She was appalled with her boujee ass. There would have to be a zombie apocalypse before she would live underground.

“No, he has another place, a loft downtown.”

“A condo?”

“No, it’s like an old building that used to be like a warehouse or factory. He fixed it up.”

“You’re trying to tell me he owns this apartment building, that nightclub near here and a whole other place, downtown Chicago, where I’m sure it’s expensive to live? What else does he have?”

I shrugged before I took another sip of my wine. “I don’t know.”

“Why didn’t you ask him?”

“I’m not going to ask that man about his properties.”

“Why not? That’s your man and y’all Facebook official.”

“It’s called Meta now.” I corrected and rolled my eyes. “Zand does not have any social media. So, we’re only real-life official.”

“Yeah, and you don’t think that’s weird? Hold up. Hold up. Why did you tell me to come here if you don’t even live here anymore?” Morgan pursed her lips.

“Because you are my best friend, and I wanted to see you.”

“Oh. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” My voice squeaked.

“You’re not fine.” She inspected me with her gray eyes. “Did Zand do something to you?”

“No, Zand is great. He told me to invite you over to his place downtown.”

“Ah, I came here to hang out with you, not him.”

“His place is enormous. You will still be with me. He works at the club on weekends, so he’s not going to be around much.”

“Why didn’t you tell me all this before I drove my ass up here?”

“I told you I wanted to see you. I’m in Chicago all by myself. I only know Zand and his friends. I missed you too, damn girl.”

“Okay, I’m here. Are you sure you’re okay? Have you heard from Lonzo?”

I didn’t know how to answer her question. “I know he’s out.”

“Yeah, we all know they let him out of jail. Have you heard from that asshole?” Morgan glared at me. “What? Coco. What’s up?”

“No. He’s probably long gone.” I didn’t want to give anything away. Right now, wasn’t the right time.

“Wait. What? Long gone, where?”

“I don’t know. Either he’s somewhere in Minnesota, laying low, or maybe Mexico.”

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