“You’re going to think what you want to think so I don’t care. I knew you was out here because I called around to all of the hotels and the resorts and I was asking for Mia’s name. And as soon as I found the hotel she was at, I knew you would more than likely be side by side with her. And guess what? Looks like I was right.”
Jasmine had no idea if Mia had booked the room, so at that point her heart was pounding. If she were wrong, Nico would probably murder her right there on the spot.
Nico looked at her as she wiped her tears. “You full of shit.”
Jasmine exhaled because she knew Nico hadn’t caught her in a lie.
“Yeah, I’m full of shit. Ugggghhh! Baby, what is wrong? Like, did I do something or what? One minute everything is all good—We at Mr. Chow eating good and living it up—and then the next thing I know, the cops is at our table, I get arrested, and after that, it’s like everything just short-circuited. What is going on?” Jasmine asked, desperation in her voice.
Tears started to fall from Jasmine’s face. She picked up the chair that Nico had kicked over and sat back down.
“Nico, be straight up with me and tell me the truth. Were you the one who sent Bebo to kill me?”
“The fuck you talking about?”
“I’m serious, Nico.”
Nico plastered a smirk on his face. “What you think?”
“I think you did.”
Nico shook his head and chuckled. “You’re funny.”
“That’s why I’m out here. I came out here saying to myself that if you’re out here with Mia, then there’s no way you didn’t send Bebo to kill me. You sent him to kill me, and you’re out here fuckin’ that bitch that you know I can’t stand.”
“I ain’t fuckin’ Mia.”
“Oh, my God! This is what I can’t stand! Nico, I’m not stupid. I’m home in New York dealing with my injuries after almost dying, and do I see you or hear from you? No. So I’m bugging out and can’t understand why. And in my heart I just felt it was something to do with Mia. I know you came out here with her before, so I had a feeling that if you wasn’t with me that you was more than likely with her, and guess what? I was right. You out here fuckin’ her while I’m in New York scared for my life. That shit is so fucked up.” Jasmine stood up and walked over to a mirror and looked at her neck.
Nico could see the bruises he had caused.
“You choke the shit outta me, you left me stranded at the precinct and never explained to me what that was all about, and you really wonder if I think you had Bebo come to kill me? Like, really, you want me to believe you had nothing to do with that?”
“A’ight, so whatever happened with that shit? Why did the cops let you go?”
Jasmine sucked her teeth and looked at Nico and rolled her eyes. “Because they didn’t have shit on me. It was all bullshit, and we both know that.”
“But what did they say?”
“About what? They took me in and they questioned me, but I didn’t admit to shit because there was nothing to admit to. And since they wasn’t charging me with a crime, they had to let me go. Nico, you know how this shit goes.”
Feeling a small bit of relief, Nico walked up to Jasmine and tried to kiss her on the back of her neck, but she moved away.
“I apologize.”
Jasmine shook her head. “You apologize? You out here fuckin’ that bitch. You choke me out and you got me home in New York looking like a clueless bird-bitch, and all you can say is ‘I apologize’?”
Nico slowly approached Jasmine. “Come here.”
“No! Get away from me! Go kiss on Mia. You can’t just fuck her and then kiss on me and tell me you apologize. That’s supposed to make things right?”
“I’m not fuckin’ her.”
“So then why is she out here with you? She’s transporting kilos for you or something?”
Nico looked hard at Jasmine and tried to figure out where that question came from.
“Is she, or isn’t she? It’s a simple question.”