Page 8 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

“Did you see how T.J. was looking at your pretty ass?” Fiona asked me from the driver’s seat of her luxury car as we rode to the restaurant to meet the girls for dinner. “I think he like what he sees.”

I rolled my eyes at her antics. “Girl, no one is thinking about a man. No matter how fine he is. I don’t have time to bore holes in another oil drum.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “That shit is not as easy as it seems.”

I’d been in South Carolina for a little over three weeks.

After the conversation that I had with my cousin about moving to South Carolina, it took me another month to come.

I wanted to wrap up everything with my job and house.

My parents thought it was a good idea for me to move.

Taco Shell’s mama Quesadilla stayed on my line.

Every other day, she asked me to help with the search.

I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do about it.

When that didn’t work, James’s janky ass mama came out of hell to ask me to help her.

I told both of them to go to hell. There was no way that I would help look for two people who betrayed me.

I blocked everyone that was connected to them.

It was above me—well, below me—but yeah.

The cops did come to talk to me. I didn’t have anything for them, and they didn’t have anything for me.

“You admit his ass is fine,” Fiona said through giggles.

“That man is fine in a real street kind of uncured way.” When I looked at her with a raised brow and said uncured, she laughed.

“Mekole, that man has a tattoo on his face. Plus, between me and you, he’s employed by my previous employer. Uncured or unhinged, that man is it.”

That piqued my interest. My head slanted before my eyes fell on her. “I thought you said he owned a manufacture home company.”

“He does. Just like Croy and I are surgeons that also worked for Christianson Enterprises, he owns a manufacture home company as well as is an employee of Christianson Enterprises.” She spoke casually like she didn’t just tell me in a roundabout way that T.J. kills people for a living.

Why is that so sexy? T.J. most definitely had a street edge to his look.

I would not peg him as an owner of the type of company that he owned.

I couldn’t say that he didn’t look like he owned a business, because a trap house was a business.

Whether it was successful or not would be what was debatable.

“Well, that does make his tall, fine ass more interesting.”

T.J.’s skin tone was toffee colored, and it was very lickable.

His Caesar haircut was impeccable. All his facial hair matched and connected, which was more important than most thought.

That tattoo that my cousin spoke of gave him that sexy allure that made most good girls want to be bad. I considered myself a good girl.

“I have a feeling y’all are going to be interesting together. I would love to see that play out,” Fiona said with a goofy ass smirk. Here we go.

I wasn’t thinking about a man right now. I wanted to make sure I got my money straight. We pulled up to Queen’s Place, and I was impressed that they had valet. I wasn’t under the impression that this was an upscale restaurant. She described it as a laid-back, chill spot.

The hostess knew Fiona and showed us directly to a private room toward the back of the restaurant. I loved that we had the privacy to talk freely. This wasn’t my first time meeting the ladies; however, it was my first time spending time with them.

“Hey, ladies!” I said with a bright smile and waving hands.

I was excited about getting to know women who I knew were solid if they were friends of my cousins.

In New Mexico, Taco Shell was my only friend, and that ended in a travesty.

I was on the whole no new friends vibe. Well, since I had to murk the old friend, it was time to make new solid ones.

Galiana was the first to greet me. “Hey, girl! Come sit your ass down. We ordered some appetizers for the table already, and you can order your drink from the tablet.”

I sat my ass down, grabbed the tablet, and went through the drink menu to order. I settled on a strawberry margarita. My cousin let me get settled before she started in on her good bullshit. She leaned forward on the table. “So, guess who has a thing for T.J.?”

Galiana’s head snapped in my direction. “You know he’s a little on the crazy side, right? Don’t let that smooth shit fool you.”

Ruth and Taelyn snickered. “Imagine a crazy bitch calling someone crazy,” Taelyn said before she laughed harder. “Baby, that is the pot calling the kettle black.”

“Um, in the words of my good brother, Mega, who better to call the kettle black when the pot is also black. ” Galiana looked at Taelyn with the bridge of her nose scrunched up.

“Bitch, don’t play with me when your ass is a mini crazy bitch in training.

We’re not going to discuss Draco’s patient that you decided to cook dinner for in her house without her approval.

You was in that lady’s house when she came home, talking about you wanted to get to know the bitch who was gonna die if she didn’t stop flirting with your husband. ”

My eyes widened, and my head tilted in Taelyn’s direction. Without breaking my stare at her, I addressed Fiona. “That’s why you hang out with them, cousin. All these bitches are crazy as hell. Well, except for Ruth.”

Shan burst into laughter. The way Ruth glared at her told me that I might have had it wrong.

“Please don’t let that glory girl fool you.

Her husband is Mega, and she’s let him put babies in her.

You know what that means? His crazy DNA has mixed with hers, so that damn crazy also mixed in.

The only difference is her ass is sneaky with her crazy,” Shan said with a serious tone.

Ruth’s eyes went upward to the ceiling when she sucked her teeth. “Shan, that is not true. I am not crazy, and my husband’s personality is not mine. This is not osmosis. Name one thing that I’ve done that was crazy.”

Shan’s head bucked back. “Best friend, are you really going to make me tell them your business?” She put her finger up. “Too late, I’m telling. You want just one? Okay, let me think of the best one.”

My giggles had already left me because the way Shan’s face looked while she thought about what she would tell us told it all. This was about to be good and funny as hell. This was an amazing introduction to these women.

“Got it! Do you remember when you visited that lady at her house to pray with her because she was a part of the sick and shut in at your new church? Ruth, in the midst of your prayer, you asked for the god of vengeance to fall upon her, to give her genital warts and stink breath if she ever flirted with your husband or any married man again. You asked God to fill her heart with the qualities of a virtuous woman and rid her of her whore tendencies,” Shan said with a straight face.

“What kind of heathenish prayer is that?”

See, I knew it would be funny as hell. Everyone was in stitches except for Ruth.

Her eyes were tight, arms crossed over her chest, and her lips were turned up.

“First, that lady propositioned my husband. She called him and left a voicemail on his phone that she would love if he came over to pray for her and give her a special kind of Mega medicine. That was the prayer and desire of my heart. God already knew it, so I said it out loud. I mean, I prayed that she had the genital warts and stink breath because at the wildest chance Mega stupidly wants to slip, he’ll be turned off.

“No one likes warts or stink breath,” she quipped. “Mega despises stink breath. We got kicked out of a whole place of worship behind that distaste. I did pray for God to give her great qualities. Can we not forget that?”

Yeah, she was a special kind of crazy. That crazy backed by the Lord was a special crazy. “Ruth, that is kind of crazy, love,” I said.

She shrugged. “Well, from what I know about T.J., he’s a special kind of crazy. Welcome to the your nigga is crazy club.”

The waitress came in with the appetizers.

She dropped my drink off when Shan discussed Mega’s DNA.

I didn’t speak until she left the room. “Um, ladies, all we did was talk about a possible position at his company. That’s it.

Plus, I can already tell that bitches be on him.

I don’t have time for any of that after what I’ve been through. ”

We all started to eat from the appetizers as we continued our lively conversation. “Hey, can I talk to you privately for a minute?” Galiana asked from her seat beside me. “It won’t take long.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” We both wiped our hands, then rose from our seats. When she grabbed her drink, I grabbed mine too. Shit, I wasn’t sure what we were about to talk about. If she needed her drink, then I might also.

We went into another private room that was empty.

From what I knew, this restaurant was owned by Galiana and Taelyn’s aunt.

We took a seat across from each other at the table in the room.

Galiana was a beautiful woman, but in my opinion, you could see the crazy in her ass.

It didn’t matter how calm her demeanor was, because that crazy seeped through.

I noticed that the first day that I met her.

“I wanted to talk to you about an opportunity. As you know, my family owns a franchise of mortuaries. Matter of fact, T.J.’s brother, O.J., is an owner of one.” She took a sip from her cup before she continued. “Along with our mortuaries, we also have a disposal or cleaning service.”

I assumed what she meant, but I wanted her to say it. “Ok, so you guys pick up trash or clean buildings or something?” I knew that wasn’t what they did, but sometimes, you just had to feign ignorance.