Bitch Series 8: Bad Bitch by Joy Deja King

Author:Joy Deja King [King, Joy Deja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00CD6BCB0
Publisher: A King Production
Published: 2013-05-15T08:00:00+00:00

Dale and I arrived at the Time Warner Center on 10 Columbus Circle to meet Juan Alvarez at Masa. I had heard many things about the hot spot but since Japanese food wasn’t really my thing, I never got around to trying it.

“You look drop dead gorgeous by the way,” Dale commented, taking my hand. I decided to be a little bit more daring with my outfit choice for tonight. With the black low cut Reem Acra dress that showed off pretty much every enviable part of my body I should have looked drop dead gorgeous. But instead of saying that, I simply smiled and thanked him for the compliment. When we entered the restaurant the first thing that caught my eye was that it wasn’t crowded for a Friday night but there also wasn’t that many places to sit.

“It’s very stylishly designed in here but I’m surprised it isn’t more people,” I remarked to Dale.

“Masa, only seats 26, oh and so you know, there is no menu,” Dale whispered in my ear while we followed the hostess. Before I could probe further, boom we were at our table.

“Dale, Aaliyah,” Mr. Alvarez smiled, standing to greet us both. His thick wavy hair was perfectly slicked back. Although he couldn’t have been any older than forty-five, his hair was completely gray. I figured it was due to the stressful life he lived. But somehow the gray worked for him. It gave Mr. Alvarez, who was already a handsome man, a very prominent more Boss appearance. “Thank you both for joining me,” he said, in his heavy Spanish accent. The man spoke perfect English, his accent was just heavy as hell. We both smiled back and Dale shook his hand.

“Thank you for having us,” I added, extending my hand. Before I sat down I quickly sized up of my surroundings, which had now become a habit of mine. Subconsciously I think a lot of it had to do with the line of business I was in. The majority of time I couldn’t help but feel that death was always right around the corner. So to protect myself, I wanted to keep my eyes alert to everything moving within my proximity. Besides the young woman that was sitting at the table with us, whom I assumed was Mr. Alvarez’s date there were two men seated at a table right across from us and they had to be his personal security. Them motherfuckers looked like they were itching to take somebody out this world, all they needed was permission from their boss. And there was no denying Juan Alvarez was a boss.

For one his style of dress was impeccable but understated. Looking at Juan Alvarez, he put you in the mind of a cooperate tycoon not a notorious crime figure who would think nothing of wiping out an entire family, kids included, if you fucked him over on his drugs or money. If I had to take a guess, Mr. Alvarez only wore top

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