"This sketchy bitch thinks I don't know she's straight up lying. First she says her name is Vanessa and then she says it's something else," he blew out an amused breath. "Bitches be trippin'."
"Vanessa?" G squinted. "You say from the school of performing arts?"
Dante laughed. "Nah, that's what she says…but she can sing, so maybe." He shook his head not completely sure. She did manage to come up with an awful lot of surprises. Then he scowled, "One day she riding the bus to meet me, and then the next she's getting dropped off in a BMW claiming it belonged to some dude she knew and she was going to let her cousin drive herself back home in it." Secretly it had pissed him off that Vanessa had known some dude that drove a Beamer and he had made sure that he'd laid it on her good to mark his claim.
G stood up, his eyes blazing. "Vanessa? Where does she stay?"