Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

“What are you, my personal hitta now?” I smiled up at him, becoming more comfortable with looking this Greek god of a man in the eyes. “I can be.” His eyes cascaded from my face down my body and back up. “I’m dead ass though. Next time you need a nigga handled, I don’t care if it’s for him looking at you disrespectfully, hit me. Or, shit, just hit me.”

“Why can’t I be looking for a man? After what I endured, I deserve it.” “Because when you start looking, yo’ eyes need to land on me.” He didn’t crack one smirk or flirty smile as he spoke, just kept strong eye contact with me, so there was no room for me to wonder if he was serious or not.

“But I don’t play no roles, love. I live in the shit, show other muthafuckas how it’s done. That was supposed to be my baby anyway.”

“He ain’t being nice, love. He trying to be ya man, and I’m not having the shit. Like I said, when you in the market for a new nigga, I want you having tunnel vision, with me at the end of that muthafucka.

Plus, only bodyguard you need is me. You don’t know these other niggas I got working for me, so you need something, you come to me only.”