Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
On that, Mo turned to leave.
And on that, the man called, “You know, it’s not cool to come over and try to intimidate me like that!”
Mo turned back. “I made a request, did it as polite as I could in the face of you not bein’ polite at all. And you decided to act your version of a man which is your call, but I’d argue it wasn’t the right one. I didn’t use intimidating language. I just asked you to turn your TV down and have a mind to that in the future.”
“You’re big as a house, you got ten big guys behind you and you told me you’re gonna call the cops on me for listening to a stupid baseball game.”
“I got ten big guys behind me because they’re all my woman’s family, and like I said, she had a bad day and needs her family around her and her neighbor not to act like a jerk. And I simply informed you what I would do if you continued not to behave in a neighborly fashion. Last, I can’t agree baseball is stupid, but if you think that, why would you go to the mat for it?”
The man’s face was getting red. “I—”
“Listen,” Mo cut him off. “You’re workin’ yourself up for no reason. Just turn it down and have a mind.”
The man’s face twisted and at that point he decided to work out what were probably some life issues, considering the fact he wasn’t all that tall, and not built at all.
“You know, guys like you think they can do whatever they want just because they look like you do,” he clipped.
“What I know, even the way I look, I’d have a mind to the people around me and wouldn’t turn my TV so loud, it’d disturb them,” Mo returned. “But mostly that’s because I don’t think the world revolves around me and I couldn’t give a shit about the fact that it actually doesn’t. I use my turn signal too.”
The man’s face got even redder at that.
He didn’t use his turn signal.
Mo sighed and through it said, “I think we’re done. Thanks for your time.”
The second he moved out, Eddie moved in and stated, “And just to confirm, I’m family. I’m your neighbor’s brother-in-law. I’m also a cop. And any noise complaint reported on this address will be expedited. So in the end, you’d have been better off dealing with just Mo, considering he has courtesy, patience and restraint, like you’d have been better off just apologizing and turning down your TV. Every day, we can learn new things. This is today’s lesson for you. Now you folks have a nice evening.”
Mo didn’t turn back to see the response to Eddie’s message.
Because Lottie and the rest of the Rock Chicks were crowded on her front stoop.
Well, not all of them. There were too many. Some of them were poking their heads out of the front door.
She had her arms crossed on her chest, that top dropping down her shoulder, and it might be insensitive, but he hoped with all the love and support she’d gotten that day, his blowjob was a lot less indefinitely delayed.
“Your neighbor is kind of a dickhead,” he told her when he got close.
“I knew that the first time he played his TV loud,” she replied and tipped her head, the mass of her hair she’d arranged at the crown after her shower falling to her shoulder. “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
He stopped two steps down from her. “Nope.”
She smiled down at him, white and huge.
Then she listed forward, like a tree falling.
Mo caught her.
And stepping through a sea of Rock Chicks, he carried his smiling girl into her house.
He felt bad he’d interrupted Eddie’s “You hurt her, we’ll fuck you up” speech.
But…
Priorities.
He had to look after his girl.
CHAPTER 12
THE ONLY GOOD ONE LEFT
Mo
Mo’s eyes opened, and he saw dark.
Not unusual. That happened every night.
What was unusual was he had a little bundle of heat tucked tight to him.
Lottie.
He was in Lottie’s bed.
Not on the couch.
In the bed.
With her.
Mo stayed still and breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her shampoo, the feel of her in his arms, and just her.
He’d get up in a minute, hit his place, get some clothes, go to the gym, workout and be back to her before she got up.
But he’d give himself a minute, or a few, to feel having her like he’d wanted her for too long of a time.
Then he’d go so he wouldn’t disturb her.
This plan was ruined when Lottie stirred then made a move in his arms.
He had to shift some of his bulk, since he was semi-cocooning her, as she turned from back to him to front his way and shoved her face in his chest.
“You awake?” she mumbled.