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

But you fucking lost, mane,” Peanut said.
    “ Another Loss, pretty boy Rasheed.” Kane smirked.
        “A'ight then, I’m out.” Rasheed tossed $5,000 wrapped in a rubber band onto the wooden table.
        “Come on, Rasheed, you don’t have to leave,” Peanut shouted as Rasheed headed towards the door.
         “Bye, nigga, and don’t come back until you learn how to play cards. Ugly ass nigga. Oh and tell light-skin with the phat ass she could’ve said bye to a nigga,” Kane murmured, but Rasheed was gone. “Yo, turn that Chief Keef back up! I want my music loud, and where those bitches you said was coming over?” Kane took a seat drinking white Remy straight from the bottle.
        “Lala just texted me. She said she was in a cab. They coming,” Peanut responded .
        “Peanut, wake Larry drunk ass up. Them bitches need somewhere to sit besides on my dick.” Bishop smirked. Larry picked his head up from what looked to be a slumber on the living room couch. Larry then stood to his feet to let it be known that he wasn’t sleeping.
        “Look man, I wasn't sle—” Larry’s sentence was cut off when the doorbell rang.
    “See, there they go right there. You all impatient and shit,” Peanut said hesitantly as he gulped down the rest of his drink.
        “Yo, be a gentlemen and open the door Larry,” Kane demanded.
        “Yo, damn, what took you so long?” Larry said as he opened the door.
        “My mother was tripping and wouldn’t let me leave the house. Where Kane? Move, I need to use the bathroom.” Larry moved to the side while Lala and her girls walked in the door. Larry was so intrigued by the phat ass and thighs that he was about to partake in, that he didn’t notice the presence of someone standing outside the door until the girls made their way into the dining room where the card game was taking place. “Damn, you back so soon?”
       Pop! Pop! Pop!
       “Ayo, Kane get down. I got this,” Peanut yelled as he jumped up from the sound of gunshots coming from downstairs. He pulled out his gun that was tucked at his waist.
       Pop! Pop! Pop!
       “Yo, please take all of the money. Don’t kill me.” Kane was on his back with his bloody hand covering his chest as he begged the intruder to spare his life.
       Boom! The bullet pierced through his chest.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                      Three hours later
          “Tiffany, wake up! Tiffany, wake up!” I opened and closed my eyes, pulling the covers over my face. I tried to go back to sleep and ignore the small voice of my seven-year-old nephew Mason as he climbed into my California king-sized bed that I shared with my boyfriend Black, who wasn’t lying beside me, as usual.
          We will get back to that later, I thought to myself, getting all in my feelings thinking about him.
          I glanced at the flashing numbers that were glowing from the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was 6:45 a.m. and I had just fallen asleep an hour ago.
         “What, Mason!?”  I yawned. I hated when he barged into my room this early in the morning. I wasn’t ready to start my day. I rolled over, staring into his almond shaped eyes.
         “Tiffany, get up!” he said as he continued to mush me. “Uncle Black is home. It’s time to come downstairs! I think he has something for us!” he urged. “Do you think it’s presents? Is Uncle Black going to let us celebrate Christmas this year? Tiffany, is it true Christmas is the white man’s holiday and Jesus isn’t God? Who is Allah? Uncle Black says we have to start making Salat Jumu’ah on Fridays. What is salat? Tiffany!!! Wake up!”
         “Mason! Shut up!” I shouted, startling him. I stared into his eyes as tears tickled down his cheeks.
          I hated when he talked too damn much. He was a hyper kid and very inquisitive to be seven years old. Everything seemed to amaze him which made him