The Don's Princess

Mixed Signals

Ria's POV
Saturday, 1:20a.m.
My phone pings and I pick up the phone, it's Hailey's location and I get dressed to go see her because I know how Jamaican parties can get and men can be very pushy.

Ian drives me and I'm dropped off at the entrance of the party where the music is unbearably loud. Nevertheless I walk in where my eyes don't immediately spot her but imagine my surprise when I finally do spot her and she's bent over shaking ass on some bitch. My men and I that were driving in front and behind me, surround me as I walk into the party. The music doesn't stop of course but everybody scatters as they recognize who I am, I'm rarely shown in public so I wasn't surprised when cameras started flashing.

Why Hailey a try fuck wid mi head?

My blood boils as I walk over to her, pushing off this random girl. I pick Hailey up, throwing her over my shoulder. She's very obviously not sober and my eyes spot who Ian says is her friend. She sees me too and runs over to me. She's not very sober either but sober enough to process.

"Here's her bag," she says, her voice shakey and her hand even shakier. I'm tempted to smile at how timid she's being like I'm going to bite her something.

"Tell her mom she'll be home tomorrow and I'll let her call as soon as she's sober, okay?" I ask and she nods. I take the bag and spin on my heels. Heading towards the car.

"Put me down Xaiya," she kicks as much as she can seeing how tired she is.

Betta she tappi noise eno and thank God mi neva shot up dis fuck! Why the fuck would they let her get this fucked up? If mi lock in har bloodclaat now a me wicked, nuh true?

I hiss as I put her to sit in the car, despite her fighting. I sit beside her, closing the door. She scoots over to the opposite end of the car, looking out the window. I watch as she avoids eye contact with me at all costs.

"So you're just going to ignore me?" I ask when the silence is getting to me. I love hearing her talk.

"Fuck you Xaiya," she says in a whisper barely audible and I lean back in the seat, my arm laid across the top of the back of the seat and my legs spread.

"So I should leave you to be all over other people?" I ask, not sure what her response would be.

"It was a fucking dance," she partially yells, turning to me as the words leave her mouth. She spins back around as soon as her sentence is finished.

"So bending over in front a wah next woman while she whine out yuh bloodclaat is "just dancing" Hailey, a just dancing yuh call dat?" I ask, putting air quotes around,"just dancing." She remains silent as she continues looking outside.

Scooting over to her I grab a hold of her cheeks and turn her face towards me. Her eyes lock with mine under the dim lights of the street lights lining the road.

"A you mi a talk to, ansa mi," I say sternly and she rolls her eyes.

"Fuck off nuh Xaiya," she curses, pushing away my hand as my hold on her cheeks wasn't strong enough and I wasn't trying to hurt her.

"Yah try fuck wid mi head or sumn?" I ask, without the expectation of a response.

"She didn't even do anything," she says and my patience snaps, though I hide it.

"Listen Hailey, all I'm going to say is, I'll kill every motherfucker that I feel looks at you too hard. Any bombohole that messes up the chance of me having you all to myself is a dead person walking, memba dat fuck," I tell her honestly and she hisses.

I'm so used to people being afraid of my presence that when I don't get that I'm unsure of how to feel. The way she knows I won't hurt her gives me security. I hope she doesn't think I'm bluffing tho.