Chapter 8

“Baby, that concert and that food don’t owe me nothing,” Savoy said as they made their way back to their hotel room.

They had a two-bedroom suite with two beds in each one. Isis was the calmest of the bunch and Savoy preferred her over her sisters. Imani and Demi were reckless with their words, while Isis was the quieter one. Imani was the worst of them all, with Demi coming in second. There was no doubt about who Savoy was rooming with because she probably would be fighting with the other two.

“Girl yes, my boo did his thing. They could have let him do the entire show by himself,” Demi said, referring to Avant.

“I don’t see what you love about his crossed-eyed ass,” Savoy said with a frown.

“Probably the same thing that you love about Mike’s midget ass,” Demi replied, referring to her cousin’s husband who was way shorter than she was.

“Looking like her third child,” Imani laughed as she called her fiancé’s phone to check on him and their daughter.

“Steve still didn’t answer?” Isis asked, referring to Imani’s fiancé.

“No and I’m going crazy,” Imani replied. She’d been trying to call him since before they went to the concert and he hadn’t answered yet. She was sorry that she rode with Isis and didn’t take her own car. She would have been on her way home if she had. Demi drove alone, but Isis and Savoy left their cars at home.

“Keep trying him,” Demi said, right as Imani’s phone started to ring. Imani got excited when she saw that her man was calling her back.

“Hey baby. Are y’all okay?” Imani asked as she answered on the speakerphone. She was removing her jewelry, preparing to take a shower.

“Yeah, we are now,” he replied.

“What happened?” Imani asked, sounding concerned.

“Some jackass hit my car when we were coming back from the park and tore the back of my shit up. We’re just leaving the hospital and my mama had my phone.”

“What! And she didn’t think to call me? I know she saw how many times I called you. Just wait until I see her ass. Are you and Sasha okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, but the air bag fucked my arm up and she’s been complaining of a headache,” Steve said, speaking of their five-year-old daughter.

“Oh, my God, baby. I’m coming back home right now. I should have never left,” Imani said in a panic.

“You didn’t know that this was going to happen baby. Just come back tomorrow like you planned to. We’ll be fine. I’m about to bathe her and put her to bed.”

“Okay, well, I’ll see you in a little while. I’ll let you know when I get close,” Imani said before she hung up. She didn’t care what Steve had to say. She was going home to check on her baby.

“So, we have to leave? Y’all do know that this room is paid for and we can’t get our money back,” Savoy spoke.

“Who gives a fuck Savoy? That’s her daughter that we’re talking about,” Demi spoke up.

“That insensitive bitch better shut up before y’all be pulling me off her,” Imani warned.

“Y’all can stay Demi. I’ll bring you home Imani,” Isis offered.

“You must be trying to get me disbarred. You know damn well I ain’t staying here by myself all night with Savoy. Get your stuff and let’s go Imani,” Demi replied.

She and Imani grabbed their duffle bags and headed to the parking garage. The drive back was about an hour long, and Savoy was the topic of the conversation for most of the ride. Demi and Imani were sick of her and her mouth. They didn’t care that she was their first cousin. They were ready to lay hands on her disgusting ass.

“Steve said she’s sleeping now. My poor baby,” Imani said after she hung up the phone with her fiancé.

“Honey, just wait, she’s gonna have an earful for you tomorrow. You know how much she likes to talk,” Demi laughed.

“Sorry that I ruined your night sis, but I’ll make it up to you,” Imani promised.

“Girl please, you didn’t ruin my night. I was missing my hubby anyway. I need to pick him up, so I don’t have to ride back by myself this late,” Demi replied.

“Call him and see if he’s still up. As long as I know that my baby is alright, I’m fine,” Imani replied.