Chapter Six
Let There Be Blood
Anthony
“Me, too,” Kindra announced, leaning past the seat.
I heard her cleaning his spoon, and it kind of lit something in me.
I suddenly became my Aunt Daisy, looking out the windows and feeling that sense of dread.
This was not good. We were with a car full of women who likely had no criminal history.
We were their risk; they didn’t know what to do if we got pulled over.
Being in the presence of men like us was as deep into the trenches as these girls would ever be.
And he wanted to have a coke party in a fucking minivan.
“Here.”
“Nawl,” I sniffed and pulled Kindra to me, just to encourage him to fuck off.
She squealed as I tugged her hair and drew her neck to my mouth.
“Fuck that, we’re partying. Here.”
“Listen, if High Society isn't partaking, then pass his ass up already. I’m due,” Debi barked.
I pushed Kindra away, and mumbled, “Deal with her.”
She took Mak’s little dipper spoon once he filled it and held one hand underneath as she ferried the load to Debi, who turned and sniffed without taking a hand off the wheel.
“That’s hot.” I sarcastically sang, under my breath.
She turned onto a country road, and Tonya started to giggle again. Kindra shifted, carrying my attention to the floorboard where she’d somehow managed to kneel.
“This vehicle isn’t made for this,” I objected, teasing her hair back behind her ear.
The girl was not deterred, her long fingers wrapped around my legs, and she grazed her nails along my thighs as she scooted and slid about until she was snuggly where she needed to be.
I felt a little bad for her. Blow jobs weren’t really my thing.
They were nice and all, but I wasn’t quick to the point in that arena, and most ended up annoyed or giving up midway through.
If I spoke up and admitted the truth, she’d probably think it was some invitation to fuck, and that idea wasn’t all that endearing at the moment, either.
Rather than make a thing of it, I let her have at it.
Thirty minutes later she was shifting about and huffing through her nostrils, clearly tired of a lost cause. Debi had the music cranked up again and was giving me the stink eye in the mirror. I never let my smile falter, even if I was bored senseless.
Thank God, Tonya’s giggling fit had turned into low moans that were only slightly less annoying.
The truth was, it could have been an Olympic-style orgy, and I still wouldn’t have been satisfied.
It wasn’t their fault.
And the more I thought about it, while my dick went limp in Kindra’s mouth, I wasn’t even sure why I was here dancing on glass not to ruin everyone’s mood.
I tried to close my eyes and pretend it was her, the crystal-eyed beauty on the stage, but even that couldn’t get me past a semi state. I swallowed a groan and opened my eyes.
We were on the edge of Nokomis again.
I could walk back to my bike from here.
“Ey, stop the car.” I cleared my throat and sat up, tapping out on the top of Kindra’s head.
“It’s not a car.” Debi smirked, pulling out onto the highway, pointing the vehicle toward Witt.
“I don’t give a fuck what you call it let me out.”
“The fuck you on about?” Mak breathily barked.
“Man, nothing. I just… I need out.” I wrapped my knuckles against the window and Debi swerved and swiveled in her seat. “Fuck you. Don’t think I’m gonna put up with you pounding on my shit.”
“Not pounding on nothing.” I grabbed the doorhandle, but it didn’t budge. “Put the car in park.”
“Apologize,” Debi demanded.
I slapped at the door panel in search of an unlock button. I didn’t know when the last time I was in the back of a van was.
“Hey!” Debi snapped, taking a swat at me.
“Deb, don’t!” Kindra pleaded.
“Open the fuckin’ door,” I growled.
“Make me,” Debi bobbled her head, when I turned to face her.
I wasn’t violent toward ladies, but this one was really stretching the definition.
“Open the goddamn door, before I rock that fat head of yours off the glass, take your keys and leave your friends looking for them in that fuckin’ field, across the street, Deborah.”
She hurriedly punched a button on the driver’s door and I threw the back sliding door open and stepped out.
“No, wait…” Tonya whined, alerting me to the fact that Mak was on my heels.
“Eh, just a second, sweetheart.” Mak called back to Debi, while grabbing at my arm.
I jerked away and rounded on him, “Get in the car, and go do your thing.”
“Man, come on! I get it, the little blonde already made you bust a nut and that one don’t really compare, but fuck… Do you really need to be a cockblock right now?”
“Do I really need to hold your dick while she sucks it?” I hissed back, hoping that would shut him up.
“Man, whatever. You’re being lame as fuck right now. A cockblock,” he sneered, in that petty way.
Mak was good at pressuring people, but I was a little immune to it after all these years.
“Yep. I’m a cockblock.” I accepted his bullshit, opening my arms out like I welcomed the attack. “Anything else? Your chariot is getting tired of waiting.”
“Yeah, you’re a greedy fuckin’ bitch.”
Whatever amusement I had left, fell from my face when I heard the girls whispering in the van. This was why I hated him on coke.
I sniffed and shifted my weight, fully prepared to walk my ass back to the Last Stand. He shoulder-checked me on the way past and scoffed like I was the world’s biggest pussy.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spat, under my breath.
“If I’dda known I was riding with a bitch beside me along with the one at my back all these years…”
“Oh. My. God.” I heard Tonya quietly exclaim from the van.
“It’s funny you should remember that bitch at your back right now. You act like you don’t have a whole wife waiting back home, grow the fuck up.”
His eyes flashed and even if he was a foot shorter than me, that bastard swung with everything he had. He might not have seemed like much, but he was as mean as they come. He packed a punch with years of hate behind it.
I saw stars that faded at about the same time that my disbelief did. I spat blood and stared at him like he’d lost his mind. It was damn near a death sentence to brawl with brothers. Everyone knew it was a date with Big Vick, if it came to that.
“Like I said,” Mak snorted, letting his gaze roll all the way to my boots before he found my eyes again, “you ain’t shit. You’re just as dumb a bitch as your mother was.”
I grabbed his shoulder, jerked him back to face me, and returned the favor with everything I had.
Those girls didn’t have the good sense to leave us. That van emptied before we finished rolling and grappling. My back ate the gravel, but that didn’t stop me from feeding him punches. I knew better than to cower with him mounting me.
It wasn’t the first time we’d aired things out with fists, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Especially the way he played with powder.