Page 16 of Recklessly In Love With A Ruthless Savage 2
“Look who finally decided to show,” Kennedy croaked.
I didn’t blink. Just walked forward, slow and calm.
“You think this is still a game?” I asked.
She smirked. “It always was, baby girl. And you were always the pawn, you and that little bastard of yours.”
That did it. Before I even realized it, I’d slapped her so hard her head jerked to the side. She coughed out blood, then laughed. Black didn’t even flinch at my response. Blue just nodded.
“She’s not scared,” Black said, looking at his brother.
“Good,” Blue muttered. “Because we brought back up.” He said looking at me and then Kennedy.
“Back up?” She said, smirk faltering.
The steel door opened behind me with a low metallic groan and in walked two beautiful women.The shorter one was barely five feet, dark skin glowing under the harsh overhead light just like the twins, hoops swinging as she moved. Her hoodie said“Soft Heart, Hard Fists”in bold white letters. Her long hair was pulled into a long ponytail at the back of her head. Behind her a taller woman, just as beautiful as the first strutted in like she owned the floor. She was taller than me, all legs and leather, with a cinnamon complexion and stilettos that clicked like she was on a catwalk. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, and her smile brightened the room. I stepped aside as they entered. The short one looked Kennedy up and down like she was inspecting a used car she didn’t plan on buying.
“This the bitch?” she asked.
Blue nodded. “That’s her.” He said glaring at Kennedy.
And then nothing. Was anyone gonna introduce us? I’m guessing that was an introduction. But before I could ask who these two were, the short one shook her head and introduced herself.
“Sorry for my brothers. They don’t have any home training. She said, rolling her eyes at the twins. I’m Mecca the little sisterand this is Kema, my best friend. If you’re here and not tied to a chair you must be family or close to it because our brothers don’t just let anyone into this building, clients or not,” she smiled.
“Nice to meet you both.” Crew said, as I continued to stare, until they both turned to me and gave me a friendly smile.
“Hello, thanks for coming,” I said.
“Well since we got introductions out of the way, let’s get this party started.” Mecca said as she stepped closer to Kennedy.
They circled Kennedy like they were stalking their prey.
“Mm. Ugly energy.” Kema said, popping her gum.
Mecca adjusted her gloves she was wearing before she glanced at me.
“You ready for this, Nova?”
“I was born ready. I just forgot for a minute.” I said, taking a deep breath.
“Well, we here to remind you.” Kema, winked.
“What, you think I’m scared now?” Kennedy laughed, rolling her eyes.
Mecca moved fast, so fast I almost missed it. One step, then a right hook that made Kennedy’s head snap.
“Scared? Nah. Not yet. That part kicks in right after the talking stops and the screaming starts. But hey…keep that same energy.” She said, with a sadistic smile on her face.
Kema circled the chair, heels clicking, then leaned down to Kennedy’s eye level.
“You helped kidnap a mother,” she said, voice flat. “You plotted to take a child. And you did it for a man who sees you as disposable.”
“And y’all think you’re gonna scare me with your little hood rat army?” Kennedy said, spitting blood on the floor.
“Nah. We came to beat the fear into you.” Mecca said, taking off her earrings.
“Nova. You want to watch or participate?” She asked, turning to me.
