Tiffany and Dior: Love in Las Vegas Streets by Ameerah Cooper Read Free Book Online Page A

don't go away. I tell you no lie. When I be spending the nights at Rasheed house Dior don't bring any females there. Ever since he's been in these streets getting to this money. That's it. He loves you and I know you love him.” Paige stated.
           Everything she said was the truth but I didn't need her killing my vibe. I missed Dior and ever since that night I couldn't stop thinking about him. Every time I heard a love song I missed him. I wanted him but I also knew what I had at home. As much as I couldn't stand Black’s ways I did love him.
        “Well I can take you home, Tiffany,” December stated.
        “No, it's cool, girl. It's out of your way. Plus, Black be tripping. I don’t need him knowing what type of car you driving. I will just take an Uber.”
        “A’ight, ladies, I will see you guys this weekend. I love you.” December turned to give both of us a hug before leaving.
          Purposely, she made her butt jiggle as she walked past the fellas. I didn't know ol’ boy’s name but I knew she was hurting his feelings because she didn't give him no play. I couldn't stand guys like that either. Cocky, street niggas who thought they could get whoever they wanted because they had money. Less than ten minutes later the Uber driver was outside and I couldn't wait to go home and get in bed.
        “Okay, bestie, I love you. Call me tomorrow,” I said to Paige, returning a hug and kiss.
        “Love you too, girl. Get home safe. Thanks for coming,” Paige continued.
        I was getting ready to walk down the steps but I suddenly got the urge to pee. I decided to use the bathroom before I took that long ride back home. I was closing the door when I saw Rasheed stand up and slamming his Corona down on the table. 
     
          “Ayo, I won and everybody at this table already know whassup,” Rasheed stated as he tossed his cards on the table. His black Nike jogging suit rested against his caramel skin and medium athletic build. Sitting next to him one would think he was calm, cool, and collected. He was a pretty boy and people took him as being weak. Don't let looks fool you. He was one person you didn't want to piss off. He knew how to play spades. It was his father’s favorite game. They played it every day and he got so good he could play it with his eyes closed. 
        “Rasheed, my man, I won. Look at my hand.” Kane laughed.
        “Kane is right, bro. He won. You lost the bet. That's how the game goes sometimes, my nigga,” Peanut spoke up.
        “Man, shut up,” Rasheed spat.
        “Look, brah, give me my fucking money. Stop being a pussy, and just man up to the fact that you lost. You a sorry ass loser, pretty boy Rasheed,” Kane said as he lifted up his shirt, flashing his chrome .45, then pulling out a stack of money. “I know niggas ain’t come here to die tonight so don’t give me a reason, you feel me? No disrespect in front of your lady, but nigga, you know what time it is,” Kane said as he looked at Peanut and then Rasheed.
          Seeing how his friend was acting, I was so glad I leaving. Paige sat there proudly of her baby father. She loved seeing him react to anyone he felt was disrespecting him.
          “ See you later Paige and bye Rasheed.” I said as I looked at Paige and than at Rasheed.
        “Aye, little momma, go start my car up. Get home safe Tiffany,” Rasheed said to Paige, handing her his car keys. He watched as she made her way out the door. He sat quietly, listening for the sound of the front door being closed. When he heard the door shut he stared up at Kane.
        “Yo, chill Kane. You know the streets been empty these past few months. I mean not for us.” Peanut chuckled as he stared at Rasheed then at Kane.
    “ Aye mane, Peanut right the streets been empty and I hustled my ass off to make that money. That's all o got my nigga.
    “Yo, Rasheed, we told you to come fuck with us. We getting money.