Saving My Girl

Chapter 12.

Uptown Hurt Village| 7PM

It's been three weeks since I've been home. I actually miss Dallas even though he aggravates me whenever we're together. I even miss my Mom although all she did was stay up my ass. 24/7. Nathan eventually called my mother and told her that he's taking care of me and helping me get my act together. Although, I haven't seen much of him lately.

I've been with Victor more than Nathan in the last three weeks. We're on different schedules while he's working with Big I've been walking around up Victor's ass because he can't seem to go anywhere without me.

"I have somebody I want you to meet tonight so wear something nice la princesa," Victor instructed peeking into my bedroom. That's another thing I forgot to mention I'm here so much that Victor gave me a bedroom. I have a closet full of all the clothes, shoes and jewelry that a girl could want and shit don't get me started on the moolah in my bank account nothing but dollar signs $$$$$$$$$. I know this is all about the business but I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy this lavish lifestyle.

I'm a girl that came from nothing so this was a dream come true. There were many consequences to the game though. I got held up the other night and watched Victor put a bullet through the man's skull for crossing him. Last night some addict slit my wrist trying to get the dope Victor had me carrying. I was in the hospital for three hours waiting to get stitches. You wouldn't believe the number of people in the waiting room at the hospital in Hurt Village at four in the morning on a Saturday night. I didn't tell Nathan because I didn't want him to worry or listen to him rant about me needing to pay more attention to my surroundings.

My phone vibrates on my bedside table catching my attention.
Nathan: Hey P

One thing I can't stand is when a nigga that goes M.I.A and then text you like there's nothing wrong. I haven't talked to him all day.

Me: Who is this?

Nathan: Why you playing? Even if you did delete my contact don't act like you don't know my number by heart.

Me: Victor baby is that you?
I only asked because I knew it would set him off.

Nathan: So you want to play with me Paris don't piss me off cause you know I'm not the one.

Me: No your ass knows that I'm not the one so keep playing with me if you want to not answering my calls or text and you gonna end up replaced.

Nathan: There's only one Nathan Scott and you never gonna find a man that loves you as much as I do and that's a fact. I'm working hard and you know that so give me a break.

Me: True
What am I supposed to do give his ass a cookie?

Nathan: Come downstairs. I wasn't expecting him to say that. I haven't seen him all week. I'm only tripping because I missed him. I don't text him back and I take my sweet time getting up from the bed and actually going downstairs purposely making him wait.

"Hey," I say dryly seeing him standing at the end of the stairs looking sexy as hell. I try to keep a blank face seeing him but he looks so good I have to bite my inner cheek to keep from smiling.

"You gonna let me up to your room," Nathan asks looking up at me at the top of the staircase.

"I didn't want to let him up without your consent first Ms. Paris," the butler explains and I nod in understanding.

"I'm not sure if I want to let you up or walk you out," I admit and Nathan mugs me. I smile seeing the look on his face.

"Really you gonna be Petty Wap today," he asks and I shrug my shoulders.

"In the flesh," I answer and shrug my shoulders. "Come on before I change my mind," I say and he looks and me with his shoulders raised.

"You must forgotten who the f$@% I am. I'm not about to sit around here and kiss your ass," he states and heads towards the door causing me to run down the stairs trying to stop him.

"Okay, okay baby," I say and grab his wrist pulling him back inside. "I just missed you Nathan."

"Well you acting like that isn't the way to show it," he states following me up the stairs. Once we get to the bedroom I close and lock the door wanting privacy. "You know why I'm here right?" I look at him confused,

"Why," I ask.

"It's time for you to go home," Nathan answers.

"What are you talking about," I ask sitting down on my bed and pulling off my pink jacket and lazily tossing it across the room.

"I have people coming in to take your spot you're no longer needed after tonight I want you to go back home," Nathan answers and I still look at him confused.

"What are you talking about? Who's taking my place here," I ask running my hand through my hair.

"You'll catch on tonight-- what happened to your wrist," he asks grabbing my hand and sitting on the bed examining it.

"It was a wild night last night some drug addict tried to rob me and cut me in the process," I answer. He shakes his head and pressed a kiss to my wrist in hopes of making it feel better.

"I can't wait to have you out of here," he states and I shake my head.

"I don't think I'm gonna leave I like being on the inside and helping you out and knowing you're safe is a plus too. I used to worry more than you know," I admit and glance at Love and Hip Hop playing on my flat screen TV.

"Now I'm the one doing the worrying.
I hate having you in the middle of this shit. I want you out and I want you safe," he states making me shake my head.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I can take care of myself? Victor is not gonna let me go anywhere anyway," I admit and he shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't give a damn about what Victor wants you gonna do what I say. When I say leave you pack up your shit and go," he states like he's my Daddy or something. I ignore him and get up from the bed moving to my closet. I grab out a champagne dress and matching heels for tonight's event. "You hear me talking to you P so don't ignore me."

"You're doing a lot of talking I'm waiting for you to shut up thinking you gonna tell me what to do," I say and he laughs.

"Like I said before keep playing with me," he states and I shrug my shoulder in a nonchalant manner.

"You starting to aggravate me," I admit feeling irritated.
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