Holy Angel

23. Accumulation of Anger

Miya

"Ow girl you're braiding my hair too tight." Loni complained for the tenth time as she grabbed on her edges.

Miya sighed deeply. "I'm braiding your hair so it won't fall the hell out, so please shut the fuck up so I can get out of here." She said through clenched jaws.

"Nuh uh, 'cause see ain't no newbie going to talk to me like I'm just somebody." She looked over her shoulder with a mug on her face.

"A newbie? Bitch do you know what they call me in Chicago? People from out of  states and out the country come see me. It's a privilege to even get me booked." Miya bit on her lip and laughed lowly. These females up here is something she never had to deal with because everybody knew Miya wasn't really the one to cross.

"I knew your look familiar." One girl said as she sat upright in her chair. "You're Miya, people call you Queen dutches, Queen M or just Queen. You own that really massive hair salon that's fancy as hell, like girls I'm talking about chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, plush white leather chairs sitting in a circle in the middle of the salon with call kind of exotic pillows, she even have her own nail salon sitting on the back wall all lined up, Ooo in there is so nice when you walk in the doors you just feel luxurious." The girl complimented.

Miya did a small nod. "Thank you."

"Sounds like a nice shop." Tricie smiled lightly as she continued to braid singles in a little girl's hair.

"And you know I've never seen a receptionist have their own personal room." The girl placed a finger under her chin.

"How does that work?" Another girl looked towards Miya.

Miya shrugged her shoulders lightly. "There's the doors to my shop and when you walk in there's two receptionist sitting at a long desk, one of them beeps you in and then you go through another door to enter the actual shop." Miya tilted Loni hair to the side lightly and started braiding again.

"Sounds fancy." One girl called.

"So what if a robbery happens and your two receptionist dies?" Loni huffed as if she was making a point.

"Everybody knows that I'm not the one to fuck with, all my workers have at least something packing with them at their desk if a threat ever happens."

"Packing, as in a gun or something?" Tricie asked.

"Not a gun, something they can use to protect themselves." Miya lied. She didn't need everybody in her shops business.

"That's really smart, anyway." Loni said sarcastically.

Miya nudge her eyebrows together and sighed deeply, she was close to sweeping this girl with the floor.

"So, I met this fine ass man last night at the club-"

"I thought you had a little boo thang coming to pay for your hair?" The mocha skinned girl arched her brow.

"So? There's nothing wrong with having a little fun." Loni moved her shoulders and flipped the braids that were already done behind her.

"Like I was say, he was so fine oh my gosh. He was in vip with a group of other fine men but he stood out, his style caught my attention and it read money he had on decked out jewelry, his hair had braids in it, styled in a cute way, it had like a zig zag part with little singles. It was cute."

That's when Miya ears perked up. She knew damn well this bogus chick wasn't talking about Mason.

"So he was you know enjoying the party with a lot of females anyway so I walked up to him and started talking to him but he was drinking a bottle of henny so he ignored me pretty much, so I sat my thirsty ass down next to him and started kissing on his neck-."