Free The Score by Kiki Swinson

about that got you looking so lost?” Lauren asked me, interrupting my daydream about how troublemaking-ass Yancy came into our lives. I blinked a few times to shake off the thoughts.
    â€œYou,” I lied, giving her a halfhearted smile. Lauren twisted her lips and said, “Yeah, right.”
    â€œDamn, you look good,” I complimented her. “Real businesslike, but also real sexy. They gon’ just hand you all the money in the fucking bank looking like that.” I came up from behind her and put my hands on her hips. “You sure you don’t want to take off these clothes and let me take care of you before we go?” I asked sexily. Lauren swerved away from me like she didn’t want me to touch her. I noticed but I didn’t make a big deal out of it.
    â€œYou don’t think it’s too much?” Lauren asked, spinning around like she didn’t just throw me the shady swerve. I eyed her up and down. My dick got rock hard too. I had been so busy focusing on Yancy because of the nasty shit she let me do to her, that I had forgotten how gorgeous Lauren really was. She still had it going on too. That flat stomach, those curvy hips, and just enough breasts to satisfy me.
    â€œDayum!” I huffed as I took an eyeful of Lauren’s round ass in the fitted black pencil skirt she was rocking. “Nah, baby, I love that shit,” I said, licking my lips lustfully. For real, how could I have forgotten how sexy Lauren really was?
    Lauren looked hella classy in a formfitting blazer that hit her at the waist, a white silk blouse with an oversize bow at the neck, and the fitted black pencil skirt that stopped precisely at her knee. Of course, all of her shit was high-end designers. The black Louboutin pointed toe pumps she rocked topped her outfit off. She picked up a black classic Chanel and slung it on her shoulder, looked at her lady oyster perpetual Rolex watch and smiled at me as if to say it’s time.
    Lauren looked like a bag of money as usual and so did I. If I worked in the bank I would think she was a rich lady named Mrs. Belton without even second-guessing it. When Lauren dressed like this it didn’t look forced like it did on hood chicks. It looked like she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth and even I was starting to think she was just meant to have it all.
    â€œYou look nice too,” Lauren complimented me. “I hope this shit goes as smooth as we look,” she said. She cracked another halfhearted smile. There was something about how Lauren had been acting lately that was real different. I couldn’t put my finger on it but suddenly a feeling came over me that told me I might need to be worried. I couldn’t afford another deep betrayal like I had suffered in the past.
    â€œWhat?” Lauren asked, crinkling her eyebrows in confusion. “Why are you looking at me all strange like that? You want to say something? You nervous?”
    â€œNah, I’m good,” I mumbled. “I’m never scared, baby girl. I’m definitely about this life.” I wasn’t going to let her know it, but I was beginning to grow real leery about her behavior lately. I had been with Lauren long enough to know that something was eating at her. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I would’ve bet that it had something to do with Yancy. All I could do was hope that Lauren didn’t suspect that I was digging Yancy’s back out on a regular. That would be some shit that would take Lauren over the top. Shit, after all I had put Lauren through, if she found out about Yancy she might even kill me.

LAUREN
    I was nervous about what Matt and I had to do, but I wasn’t going to show it. I had prided myself on trying to be cool under pressure, except of course when I had to fight. When I say I had to be cool I mean for my survival. First, when I was younger and had to steal food from the supermarket just to feed my sister and me, before