The Score by Kiki Swinson Read Free Book Online Page A

into my body and possessed me. I raced around the tall security guard, kicked over the stand that held the velvet ropes, and rushed into the VIP section so fast that even Daysha was shocked. I was pushing and shoving bitches out of my way and I didn’t give a damn.
    â€œOh shit!” I heard some of Matt’s dudes say when they noticed me barreling toward Matt like a madwoman.
    â€œLau . . .” Matt started to say my name but he was forced to swallow it. His eyes flew open as wide as saucers and he didn’t even have time to react. Neither did the bitch on his lap. Within seconds I had my hands tangled in her long, wet, and wavy weave.
    â€œOh nigga this is why you wanted me to stay home!” I barked as I yanked the girl’s hair like I was trying to take her head off.
    â€œAhhh!” she shrieked. It was too late. I had already dragged her off of Matt’s lap and onto the floor. I freed one of my hands, curled it into a fist, and slammed it into her face.
    â€œBitch! You wanna fuck with other people’s man!” I growled as I rained punches down on her face.
    â€œGet off me!” the girl screamed. “Get off me!” Her legs were splayed open as she tried to free herself from my grasp. I took the opportunity to drive my pointed toe heel right into her naked pussy. “Argghghghgh!” she squealed gutturally, like a baby pig being slaughtered. I was able to get one more kick in near her ribs before I felt myself being hoisted in the air and pulled off of her.
    â€œYo, Lauren! You fucking crazy!” Matt screamed at me as the security grabbed me up. I kicked my legs and flailed my body wildly. I know I probably looked crazy but that was fine because it was exactly how I felt.
    â€œFuck you! Fuck you, Matt! I can’t believe you did this to me!” I screamed with tears running in streams down my face. “You’re a fucking liar! You ain’t got no fucking love for me! Liar!” I screeched. As the security guards carried me away I managed to get my left stiletto off. I hurled it in Matt’s direction. He jumped back and ducked just before the shoe could hit his ass in the head.
    â€œI fucking hate you! I fucking hate you!” It was a mixture of hurt and devastation that came through in my words. That was just the first of many times I would find Matt cheating and feel so powerless that I would forgive him.
    * * *
    Now, I had to force myself to blink away that crazy memory of the past. “Are you a’ight?” Matt asked me as his eyes squinted into suspicious dashes.
    â€œYeah, I’m good. I’m just trying to figure out why Yancy bolted out of here like she did.”
    â€œHow am I supposed to know? Maybe it’s that time of the month,” Matt replied nonchalantly, walking over and kissing me on my cheek. It was the exact same shit he’d done all of the other times he was guilty of being unfaithful.
    My insides were churning. I wanted to tell him so badly that I knew that once again he was being a fucking dog and cheating on me, although I was the one who had been holding him down after he’d lost everything he used to have.
    â€œAre you ready to plot our next hit?” he continued.
    â€œSure, why not?” I said as I kicked off my shoes. “But three million dollars in one account sounds a little suspect. But I’m still willing to take a chance and see if we can get it out by wires,” I told Matt.
    â€œThink you can call your dude Ryan up north and see if he can crack the account? ’Cause if he can then we can say good-bye to all of this petty fucking stealing and credit card scamming bullshit. And I can finally buy back into the game and get back on my feet. Make money the way I used to do it. Boy it would feel good to be back on my grind. This white-collar shit is a’ight. But it ain’t like that street money. That street money comes with power and respect. Not this shit here.