She gave me the details.
I nodded again. “I’m paying him a visit, Serena, and I’m reporting this to Knight.”
She bit her fat lip on the side where it wasn’t as fat, then she stopped doing that and nodded back.
“How long before Cher gets here?” I asked.
“She said ten minutes and that was about ten minutes ago.”
I gave her another nod.
“Ice,” I whispered, dipping my head toward her face. “Take some painkillers. Lie down.”
She nodded again then whispered back, “Thanks, Sylvie.”
I caught her eyes and locked my gaze with hers. “Anytime. Know it, babe.”
She nodded yet again.
“Lock doors,” I ordered. “I’ll check in tomorrow.”
“Okay, Sylvie.”
“Ice,” I repeated.
“Okay.”
I looked meaningfully at the door, she closed it and I didn’t move until I heard it lock.
Then I moved quickly to the car but I didn’t jog. I didn’t run. I kept it controlled.
When I got in my car, I called Rhash, Knight’s right hand man.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Yo right back at ‘cha,” I replied. “Got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Good,” Rhash replied, a tremor of humor in his voice.
“Right, I’m in an ass-kicking mood and I’m already in my car so there are no delays in going out to kick ass.”
“Fuck,” Rhash muttered, humor gone. He knew what this meant. “What’s the bad news?”
“Serena got worked over and she called me.”
“Fuck,” Rhash clipped.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“How bad? She need Baldy? What?” he asked.
“She says not bad. Just beat up. Cher is coming to look after her. I need an address on her client tonight.”
I waited for him to find it, he gave it to me and I programmed it into my GPS then he asked, “There a reason she didn’t call me or Knight?”
“Worried you’d lose your minds, get in trouble.”
“Stupid,” he muttered, sounding more than a little annoyed. “What’s she think we get that ten percent for?”
This was a good question and one I didn’t have an answer to. In my experience, ladies of the evening didn’t protect their protectors. If they were lucky, it was the other way around. They usually avoided them, if they could, or sought them out for not so good reasons, such as getting their fix.
Knight’s girls weren’t like that. I knew why, hell, I definitely knew why.
It still was stupid.
“Got an ass to kick, Rhash,” I reminded him.
“Need back up?” he asked.
“Feeling like kicking ass?”
“How bad was she?”
“Fat lip. Swollen eye,” I told him.
“Then… fuck yeah.”
I grinned.
That was why Knight inspired loyalty in his girls. Because he employed people like Rhashan and me who gave a shit.
“I’m starting at the hotel,” I shared. “Meet me there.”
“It’ll take me about ten, fifteen. Wait for me. I don’t want to miss anything.”
I grinned again. Rhashan and all the guys thought it was hilarious to watch me work. This was because I was five foot two and cheated the gods by drinking a lot and eating whatever I wanted and still, I was thin. I had tits and nicely rounded ass. Neither in overabundance so, no doubt about it, I was slender. I wasn’t girlie but I wore my honey blonde hair long and wild and I also had a not to be messed with, once a week schedule of getting a manicure and pedicure.
Still, I could take down a man over a foot taller than me, with over a hundred pounds on me and have him whining like a baby.
The guys thought this was hysterical, watching a man go down at the hands of a petite woman wearing nail polish. Sometimes, when I’d get the callout, two or three of them would show just to watch.
I never disappointed.
“See you there,” I said to Rhash.
“Yeah, later,” he replied.
I flipped my phone shut, started up my girl, she purred for me while I waited the thirty seconds before I saw Cher pull up and park. Then I gave her a chin lift through the windshield and waited while she walked to Serena’s house. After that, I waited until the door closed behind Cher.
Then my girl and I took off.
*
I had my back to the wall at the side of the door when I heard the elevator beep. I turned my head and watched Rhash walk out.
Rhashan was a huge, midnight skinned black man. Handsome. Fuck, they made few of them as good as Rhashan from head to toe. Smooth with a kick, like a good bourbon. You sucked it back then sucked in a breath to ease the warmth on its way down.
He’d recently married a woman I liked unreservedly, which was rare. It was known he liked to dominate which was why I didn’t dip my toe in midnight before he made the ultimate hook up with his new wife, Vivica.
No one controlled me. Not anymore.
That didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy the view immensely as he walked his muscled bulk my way.
When he got close, I lifted up a keycard between two fingers.
“Boss owes me a hundred, fifty,” I noted.
Rhash’s full lips quirked. “You get a receipt?”