Chapter Twenty-two

Gianna

“Oh my God! Oh, hell to the fuck naw!” Hyperventilating, I leaned over the rail, trying to let my lungs gather some oxygen. Carla might as well have driven a knife straight into my heart with her bare hands. The ballroom walls had started to close in on me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I was dizzy with fury. Sitting through my so-called devoted woman caressing and serenading someone other than me was pure punishment. I couldn’t take my eyes from the heart-wrenching pain as I witnessed another person who claimed they loved me betray me in a way that couldn’t be repaired. Sneaking on this boat to see her behind-the-scene behavior was stupid. Point-blank period. She’d shown me her true colors time and time again, but I ignored them.

If it hadn’t been clear at Wet Willie’s earlier that I’d become old news and replaceable to her, shit was sparkling bright right now and crystal clear. I watched Carla seduce ole girl from only a few feet away. Disguised in a wig, I was inconspicuous. Had she not been stunting for that newbie and trying to impress her like she’d done me months ago, maybe the supposed love of her life would’ve stood out amongst everyone else in the room, wig or not. It had been hard not to run up on the stage and do them both in. Having learned my lesson earlier, ole girl was a true match, and I had to catch her totally off guard. That was a given.

Lighting a laced blunt, one of the many habits Carla hooked me on, I trembled as I blew the poisoned smoke into the ocean breeze, trying to scheme on a plan of revenge. It was wrong for coming here in the first place, but I had, and now both they asses had to pay. Starting to pace back and forth, I opened my purse to assure myself the pistol was still in place. Pulling the universal key I used to unlock the doors to clean cabins, I made a dash for what I’d found out was Sable’s room. Knowing Carla wouldn’t have another bitch laid up in her room, they’d definitely be heading to Sable’s at one point during the night, and without question, I’d be waiting and hiding, and once they got there . . .