Page 130 of Are You Going to Love Me

Eden laughed. “You’re the most introverted rapper of all time.”

“Ain’t shit wrong with it either. They don’t need unlimited access to me, that’s how muhfuckas gon’ get slapped and I’ma keep being labeled a hot head.”

“We’ll go for an hour and then we can do whatever you want.”

“Mm mm,” Maximus groaned. “You’ve been doing everything for me since we got here. Even the shit you had to do has been centered around me.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well," he hummed, picking his phone up from the empty space on the cushion. “Before you sat your pretty ass on my lap.I had Staysha send me info to this spot on the water. It’s private a good view or we can trade the fancy shit, hit up the strip, find an arcade and hustle them little niggas.”

“We can get tacos?” Eden posed.

“Anything you want.”

“Let’s go hustle them little niggas and then buy tacos with their money,” Eden replied as she sat up. “Our quiet time is over, time to go out into the world.”

Maximus grunted, pulling her back to him. “E.”

“Yes, Mad Man Max,” she teased, looking up at him.

He smirked. “Mad Man Max got a ring to it, not gon’ lie.”

“It does. Write me a song about it.”

He laughed. “You want a song about everything so you can tell me it’s trash and give me those judgmental eyes.”

Eden rolled her eyes and waved him off. “You get on my nerves.”

“I know there’s one in particular that has you messing up good sheets and shit. Squirting and shit. I’m trying to run that back.”

“Oh my God, leave me alone.” She continued to laugh as she sat up. “Anyway, what were you going to say?”

“Any bullshit ass questions they got, let me answer them. Aight?”

Eden stood and straightened her dress. “Heard you.”

Outstretching her hands for him to take, Maximus stood. With a kiss to her face and a tap to her ass, he nodded toward the door. “Let’s go before your bossy ass sister gets to knocking.”

“You put her in that position. That’s the monster you created.”

Eden fluffed out her curls, reapplied her lipstick, and sashayed to the bedroom door.

“Hell nah, Keon created that monster.”

Out of the room and out to the sprinter arranged to transport them to the show, Maximus sat nearest the window and watched the suburbs turn city.

“Ay, Ke,” he called over his shoulders. “Remember?”

“Hell yeah. Transporting shit from Waynesville down here and getting pulled over on the turnpike and your ass faked an asthma attack.”

“Either that or be in prison still,” Maximus shared, as Eden interlocked her fingers with his. “Now we back and it ain’t for the gang.”

“I told you, nigga. Keep rapping and get us the fuck out.”

“Keep rapping to keep us the fuck out,” Brody added.

Maximus nodded, squeezing Eden’s hand. “I got y’all.”

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