Evelynn Brown.
"What do you have for me today?"Dmitri Conan asked while I drank the cappuccino he got me.
I spun around in his office chair.
"Well I mean he said he's gonna supply me with 20k worth of drugs, I mean that was before he asked me if I was a cop."I shrugged like it was nothing.
"I'm sorry about that but that's not my fault...how you move has nothing to do with me."
"Oh but when I have sex with Saint it's your business huh?"I laughed "you are really a shitty man."
Dmitri sighed "I just don't think you should be fucking him I mean it's dangerous anything could happen you could-"
"Get attached? Is that what you are afraid of? Dmitri respectfully? Stay out of my sex life, just because we use to go out doesn't mean you can have private conversations with me."
"I'm just looking out for you."
"Yeah sure you are."I said sarcastically "says the same man who made me choose between my freedom and going into a lions den."
"Why do you keep bringing up our past, Shakira move on"
"Don't fucking call me that." I snapped "and I keep bringing it up because you are fucking obsessed with my sex life"
"Saint confessed to you that he killed his dad right?"
Son of a bitch... of course he'll change the topic.
"I had an ear piece no? You heard that yourself."
"Evelynn we are not making progress."
"Dmitri I have to gain his trust you think I can just run around and ask questions, he'll know and if he finds out ain no making it out alive, I feel like you're taking this case too personally."I said getting up.
"Maybe I should take you off this case what was I thinking by putting you on."he shook his head.
"I'm doing what I have to do."
"By being a prostitute?"Conan asked "that's what you are...his prostitute."
"Well guess what Dmitri Conan, I rather be laying with Saint Santana every night than in a prison cell and you are the man who put me there, don't forget that."I took my purse and walked towards the door.
"Where you going?"
"I'm going to do my job."I walked out and fixed my ear piece as I left.
I got into my car and drove straight to Saints.
I stopped by the gate and stuck my head out to the guy who stood there.
"Let me in?"I asked.
He looked around and came towards my window "he's gonna put a tracker on your car, to monitor what you do at all times for his own safety, he does that to every girlfriend of his but you are the first one I've warned."
I squinted my eyes "why are you telling me all this? Aren't you supposed to be like loyal to your boss."
"Shakira listen to me, I know you for what you are, and I know that you are a cop, he told me to follow you around for a week and trust me you make unusual rounds in the police department, so if you're gonna go back there make sure you don't use that car, trust me you can't outsmart Saint."he said leaving me more than confused.
"And why would you help me?"
"That don't matter, I know you, you don't know me but I know you, go right in."he pointed.
"How do you know my real name."
"I'm Marvin, Marvin Brown, I hope that answers your question."
"Are you-"
"I ain't answering any more questions, go."
I gave in and just pulled into the long driveway.
I packed my car and walked towards the pool side where Saint was smoking a blunt.
"Ms Brown."he nodded at me.
"Hey."I gave him a hug.
"What did I do to deserve a visit from you?"
"Business."
"You right, I got what you need."he opened a brief case full of heroine "you got my money?"
"Do you really need it?"
"If I did bitches favours I wouldn't be Saint Santana, and like you said, you want to slow down, according to me we're friends."
That kinda hurt.
It sounds bad to say but I don't wanna be his friend or business associate..I want more, what the fuck is wrong with me...I'm on a mission.
"Okay."I shrugged pulling out an envelope from my purse "20k cash"
He just closed the briefcase and handed it over to me.
"You won't count the money? You didn't even open the envelope."
He smirked "I know you smart enough not to play with me, I'ma trust you on this."
His lips, his eyes, his hands everything was just perfect to me.
"I'll get going, pleasure doing business with you."I said real quick but he grabbed my hand.
"Just like that? You gon' act like you wasn't riding my dick last week?"
"Exactly, last week."I rolled my eyes but that didn't last I couldn't help but smile.
"I don't wanna be your-"
"You wouldn't be my prostitute."he cut me off.
"I wasn't gonna say the p word."I shook my head, knowing I was going to.
"You keep bringing it up, you say we fuck and you get nothing in return, tell me what you want."he said resting his hand on my lower back.
"Nothing at all...just for you to leave me alone, I'll contact you if I need more stuff."
"I ain't a drug dealer baby, I don't deal I only got that heroine because I wanted to see you, if you want drugs you know where to get em, don't contact me."he let me go.
"Goodbye Saint."
As I was walking away he had to say something again "That surgery your grandfathers needs? The 100k one? I got it if you stay the night."
How the fuck does he know this... something is off and Immediately my thoughts went to Marvin, all I know is that him and I share the same last name.
What if Marvin is a distant cousin or something and he knows but I don't and that's why he's trying to protect me and that's how Saint knows about my family struggles.
Spidey senses are kicking in, I just have to connect this puzzle.
How does Saint know? There has to be an inside source.
"So now you wanna force me into your arms now? By using my families pain for your own gain?"
"Nah"he shook his head "I'm just tryna get you to stay."
"I just paid you 20k what makes you think I can't afford the surgery."
"You paid me 20k to get drugs worth 40k which would still make you 60k short."he said which was spot on.
"And I would double the money and pay it off."
"Dealing on my turf? Nah mama that's gon' take you a while."he shook his head "Eve be smart, make the right choices."
"So now it's either I sleep with you or my grandfather dies?"
"I'm not asking you for sex, I'm asking you to stay...just stay"
"Why would you want me?"I threw my hands up "I'm just a girl who deals."
"Eve please stay, I usually don't care if those hoes leave but I want you to stay."
He so fine but he's broken...I could fix him.
Nevermind I ain't Bob the builder.
I think he got mommy issues.
Or its good coochie, I don't know which maybe both.
My plan was working, getting him attached and then pulling away like we wasn't doing what lovers do last week.
It's fucking with his mind and he don't know how to act anymore.