I Gave Him My Heart Read Free

little, contemplating the idea of being with that sexy, beautiful bronze man. Yeah, right. Me and him? Please.
    He must have been thinking the same thing.
    In seconds, we burst out in laughter.
    Saint hit the ‘unlock’ button on his key ring. He walked over to the door of the passenger side, opening up the door for me. I grinned at him before getting into the warm leather seat of his ride. Saint shut the door behind me.
    “Eso es divertido; that shit is funny.” Saint laughed to himself, sliding into the driver’s seat, closing the door behind him. He looked at me, revving the engine to his white Maserati.
    I agreed. “Shit, you ain’t never lied.” I buckled my seat belt. Oh, it smelled so good in his car. No, wait, that was his ass smelling like a bottle of Gucci Guilty cologne. “You know that shit would never work. And besides, you be puttin’ that Latin Lover shit on them females! Have them bitches going crazy as fuck. If the dick makes ‘em act that damn stupid, I don’t even want it, bruh.”
    Saint laughed out loud. “Hablas demasiado; you talk too much. Got too much fuckin’ mouth. And I’ve seen how ya treat ya niggas. You do niggas dirty. I don’t got time for that shit.” Santiago shook his head to himself, balling off, down the street.
    I resented that. “Nigga, what? And you’ve got too many bitches, muthafucka. I can’t even tell you how many hoes come up in the shop looking for your ass, having the nerve to ask Nina where you are! Your dick got these bitches acting stupid for real, fighting over you at the clubs and shit! That bitch, Helena, who works down at the strip-mall blew up my customer, Rhianna’s car a few weeks ago! The bitch could have gotten blown the fuck up over some dick, and you think the shit is funny!” I watched Saint laughing at how stupid women are. “You got these bitches sprung! You been on fuck-these-hoes status ever since Nina dissed your ass.”
    Saint was dying laughing at me when I knew he probably wanted to smack the shit out of me. “See, that’s exactly what I mean. Always talkin’ shit. Do you really wanna talk about some real fuck-these-hoes shit? Do you really wanna take a head count of the amount of niggas who’ve been up in you? We might as well not even have this conversation. Let’s just handle business as usual and leave it at that, Ma.” Saint shook his head at me before looking back out at the road.
    I’d struck a nerve bringing Nina’s name up; I knew that I did. I wasn’t trying to hurt him when he’d done so much to help us all, but he pissed me off. He always thought I had too much attitude and too much dick in my life. To him, I was just a hoe with an attitude. At least that was the way he referred to me when his best friend, Stephen, was feeling me.
                  I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window, arms folded. “I’m not a hoe, Saint.”
    Saint shook his head. “I never said you were one. Those are your words, not mine. I said that you’re reckless; that’s what I called you.”
    I shook my head to myself. “I’ve changed a lot over the past year. I’m getting sick and tired of everyone judging me about my past like their past is squeaky-clean. Yeah, I used to break hearts daily. Yeah, I have a few dozen dicks to choose from. Yeah, I’ve fucked niggas and left them sprung. So fuckin’ what? I’d rather do that then give my all to a nigga who really doesn’t give a fuck about me. I’ve never been anything other than a pretty face and a nice body. There’s so much more to me, Saint.”
    Saint glanced at me, reaching into his pocket.
    I looked at him as he pulled a picture out of his pocket, handing it to me.
    I hesitated before taking the picture. I held it up to my face, trying my best to fight the urge to cry. It was a picture of Stephen and I together at the skating rink in Goldsboro back in 2015. The night that he was killed, I was supposed to be out on a date with him. He had invited me