Page 9 of Virgo Type Sh*t
Draco laughed. “I see you can turn that Geechie on and off like a switch. When she was in here, you were proper as fuck. Now it’s missing syllables and letters.”
I had to laugh at that statement myself because he was right. “Man, she introduced me as the owner of Burke Manufacture Homes, not T.J. the homeboy. I had to give her my professional first impression, but I’ll have another chance to show her another side.”
“Don’t do it,” Ned said before he took a sip from his cup. He set it on the table in front of him after he finished. “I saw how the fuck you were looking at her ass when the toenail of her big toe hit that threshold. You had that same crazy, do anything for love look that this nigga . . .” He pointed at Mega. “Had when he met his wife. That girl ain’t a Ruth.”
Mega’s head bucked back. “What you mean, she’s not a Ruth? Every woman should pray to be a Ruth.”
Croy snickered. “Yes, brother Mega. What he means is that Mekole and Fiona are cut from the same crazy cloth.”
“They damn sure are.” Jacob agreed. “Hell, her ass might be crazier.” He shook his head, then mumbled, “Oil drum with holes.”
I wasn’t sure what that was about, but okay. “Man, y’all act like I said that I wanted to marry the damn girl. All I said was what’s up.”
“Your mouth said what’s up. Your eyes said meet me at the altar,” Yetti joked. “I say go for the shit, but only if you’re serious. I would keep in mind that she is directly related to Fiona. She’s not like a cousin twice removed or some shit.”
They were doing way too much. I sucked my teeth. “Y’all trippin’. All I did was tell da damn girl hi.”
Casey pulled out a stack of cash. “I got five hundred dollars that says he’ll be willing to risk it all in less than a month.” He flaked off five bills and put them on the table.
I sat there and watched these niggas make a series of bets on how long it would take for me to do a variety of different actions.I refused to refute their ignorance because it would be a waste of time. Like I said, I only told the girl hi.
“Didyou see how T.J. was looking at your pretty ass?” Fiona asked me from the driver’s seat of her luxury car as we rode to the restaurant to meet the girls for dinner. “I think he like what he sees.”
I rolled my eyes at her antics. “Girl, no one is thinking about a man. No matter how fine he is. I don’t have time to bore holes in another oil drum.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “That shit is not as easy as it seems.”
I’d been in South Carolina for a little over three weeks. After the conversation that I had with my cousin about moving to South Carolina, it took me another month to come. I wanted to wrap up everything with my job and house. My parents thought it was a good idea for me to move. Taco Shell’s mama Quesadillastayed on my line. Every other day, she asked me to help with the search. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do about it.
When that didn’t work, James’s janky ass mama came out of hell to ask me to help her. I told both of them to go to hell. There was no way that I would help look for two people who betrayed me. I blocked everyone that was connected to them. It was above me—well, below me—but yeah. The cops did come to talk to me. I didn’t have anything for them, and they didn’t have anything for me.
“You admit his ass is fine,” Fiona said through giggles. “That man is fine in a real street kind of uncured way.” When I looked at her with a raised brow and said uncured, she laughed. “Mekole, that man has a tattoo on his face. Plus, between me and you, he’s employed by my previous employer. Uncured or unhinged, that man is it.”
That piqued my interest. My head slanted before my eyes fell on her. “I thought you said he owned a manufacture home company.”
“He does. Just like Croy and I are surgeons that also worked for Christianson Enterprises, he owns a manufacture home company as well as is an employee of Christianson Enterprises.” She spoke casually like she didn’t just tell me in a roundabout way that T.J. kills people for a living.
Why is that so sexy?T.J. most definitely had a street edge to his look. I would not peg him as an owner of the type of company that he owned. I couldn’t say that he didn’t look like he owned a business, because a trap house was a business. Whether it was successful or not would be what was debatable. “Well, that does make his tall, fine ass more interesting.”
T.J.’s skin tone was toffee colored, and it was very lickable. His Caesar haircut was impeccable. All his facial hair matched and connected, which was more important than most thought. That tattoo that my cousin spoke of gave him that sexy allurethat made most good girls want to be bad. I considered myself a good girl.
“I have a feeling y’all are going to be interesting together. I would love to see that play out,” Fiona said with a goofy ass smirk.Here we go.
I wasn’t thinking about a man right now. I wanted to make sure I got my money straight. We pulled up to Queen’s Place, and I was impressed that they had valet. I wasn’t under the impression that this was an upscale restaurant. She described it as a laid-back, chill spot.
The hostess knew Fiona and showed us directly to a private room toward the back of the restaurant. I loved that we had the privacy to talk freely. This wasn’t my first time meeting the ladies; however, it was my first time spending time with them.
“Hey, ladies!” I said with a bright smile and waving hands. I was excited about getting to know women who I knew were solid if they were friends of my cousins. In New Mexico, Taco Shell was my only friend, and that ended in a travesty. I was on the wholeno new friendsvibe. Well, since I had to murk the old friend, it was time to make new solid ones.
Galiana was the first to greet me. “Hey, girl! Come sit your ass down. We ordered some appetizers for the table already, and you can order your drink from the tablet.”
I sat my ass down, grabbed the tablet, and went through the drink menu to order. I settled on a strawberry margarita. My cousin let me get settled before she started in on her good bullshit. She leaned forward on the table. “So, guess who has a thing for T.J.?”
Galiana’s head snapped in my direction. “You know he’s a little on the crazy side, right? Don’t let that smooth shit fool you.”
Ruth and Taelyn snickered. “Imagine a crazy bitch calling someone crazy,” Taelyn said before she laughed harder. “Baby, that is the pot calling the kettle black.”
“Um, in the words of my good brother, Mega,who better to call the kettle black when the pot is also black.” Galiana looked at Taelyn with the bridge of her nose scrunched up. “Bitch, don’t play with me when your ass is a mini crazy bitch in training. We’re not going to discuss Draco’s patient that you decided to cook dinner for in her house without her approval. You was in that lady’s house when she came home, talking about you wanted to get to know the bitch who was gonna die if she didn’t stop flirting with your husband.”
My eyes widened, and my head tilted in Taelyn’s direction. Without breaking my stare at her, I addressed Fiona. “That’s why you hang out with them, cousin. All these bitches are crazy as hell. Well, except for Ruth.”
