Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2 by Andrea Sad'e Read Free Book Online

laughter.
    “It has just been nice, girl.”
    “Yeah, I bet,” I said, looking at her sideways.
    “Girl, we did NOT fuck if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said, placing her coffee down.
    “Well that’s surprising.”
    “Shut up heffa,” I looked at my watch.
    “Well let's get to work, chile; being the youngest sexiest nurses ain’t gonna save us if we’re late.”
    “Girl, we’re almost twenty. Not too young.”
    “It went by so fast. I turned eighteen the month we graduated high school, and nineteen right after we graduated college. It’s crazy; we worked our asses off in high school so once we graduated high school, our associate degrees were almost complete. Ace was so mad that I wouldn’t allow him to throw me a party for either.”
    “Yeah, they asses already twenty. They say they never got held back in school and started late, but the way they be acting got me wondering if they rode that short bus,” Gena said, causing us both to bust out laughing.

Chapter 6:
    Enrico
    “I said that I wasn’t in the security business anymore, but I see ya’ll really need my services so I will call my men up and we will be here daily. I have a day crew, and when I leave a night crew will be here.”
    “I really appreciate that, Rico.”
    “You know it’s nothing. Well I’ll see you tomorrow. I gotta go home and get everything prepared for tomorrow.”
    I walked outside and hopped in my white 2015 Tahoe and left out through the gates. It’s crazy how I can feel certain vibes. I could tell his girlfriend was staring through me, but I acted as if I didn’t notice. I really hoped she didn’t become a problem because I didn’t have time for drama in my damn life.
    As soon as I walked through the door, I was greeted by Jayla.
    “Daddyyyyyyy!” She’s my little seven-year-old princess. “Da da.” I looked down and Christian was crawling toward me, slobbing as usual with his chunky self.
    “Hey baby,” my wife Layla said, giving me a kiss on my lips.
    “Wassup baby, how you feeling today?”
    “Better. Much better.” She had been suffering with depression lately. Her ex-husband Jayce, Jayla’s biological father, died almost five years ago, and I’m guessing it took her a while to come to terms with it and actually grieve. It makes me feel like an inadequate husband at times, but I’m trying to support her throughout all of her hard times.
    “Hello, Mr. Martinez,” our nanny Tati said to us. She was an old Hispanic lady who I hired when Layla started to get more depressed. I don’t think she would ever hurt our kids, but you can never be too safe when it came to your kids.
    “Tati cooked Daddy, and it’s soooo good,” Jayla said, stuffing her mouth with the chicken and rice Tati had prepared.
    “I bet it is good; how was your day at school, princess?”
    “It was good. I have a boyfriend.” I snapped my neck around so quickly I’m surprised it was still on my shoulders.
    “No the heck you don’t, Miss Martinez.” I looked over at Layla, who looked like she was trying not to laugh. “So you think this shit funny?” I asked, pointing at Jayla. I walked over and sat at the table with Jayla. “Listen sweetie, boys are no good and you should stay away from them. Papá te ama , ” (daddy loves you).
    “Okay, love you too Daddy , ” she said before finishing the food on her plate. I picked Christian up and kissed his forehead.
    “¿Que has estado haciendo hoy?” (what have you been doing today). He looked at me , putting his hand in his mouth and wiping the slob in my face. “Gross , Christian , ” I said before getting a napkin and wiping my face. Tati came and took him out of my arms , taking him in the kitchen to his high chair to eat.
    “What you did today?” I asked Layla.
    “Nothing. I did some reading and started on some designs that have been waiting. It felt good to get some work done.”
    “Well I’m glad you’re feeling better , love , ” I said before hugging