Chapter Nine- Dior #2
“Bitch, what!” Mia screamed as she ran around my brand new Porsche. I smiled at her reaction as she excitedly opened the back door so she could check out the interior.
“Yo, this is really dope, Dior. If there’s anybody that deserves this, it’s you, girl,” Mia said, smiling at me as she closed the door. Walking over to me, she reached for my hand and led me back into her house.
“Are you ready to tell me the entire story of how you ended up being married to Buddha?” She asked, taking a seat on the sofa, and tapped the empty spot beside her, inviting me to sit.
Accepting her offer, I sat next to her and bit into my bottom lip.
I knew I couldn’t tell Mia anything because Buddha already warned me that I still had to be mindful about what I shared.
“I can’t say just yet, but I promise that I will when the time is right.” I could tell she didn’t like my response, but she didn’t have a choice.
“Ok, I’ll wait. Now, tell me what it’s like being married to that fine ass nigga,” Mia asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. I laughed at her reaction, but I didn’t skip this opportunity to gush about Buddha.
Mia and I had so much to catch up on that I spent hours at her house. It started to get dark, and that’s when I realized that the hours had slipped away from me.
“Oh shit, Buddha’s about to kick my ass,” I told her, hopping to my feet to leave. Mia followed me toward the front door.
“So, do you think Chanel will come to live with you soon?” She asked, holding the driver’s door open so I could hop in.
“It’s all up to her, really. I know she likes it at Aunty Debbie’s house. I made financial arrangements so she’ll be properly taken care of when she’s over there,” I answered her question as I buckled up, and Mia closed the door.
“Shit, Lewis turned out to be such a shitty excuse of a human being. Chanel doesn’t deserve that; thank goodness she has you and Debbie,” Mia said, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I don’t even want to think about that no-good nigga. Anyway, Mia, thank you for having me. You know I love you, and just so you know, anytime you want to visit, you’re more than free to do so.” I smiled when she leaned inside the vehicle so she could hug me tight and place a kiss on my cheek.
“I love you too, Dior. Drive safely and call me when you get home,” she said, reluctantly stepping back from the vehicle.
“Girl, and hook a sister up with one of those Italians. Those mothafuckas know how to treat their women. Is Lorenzo taken?” She asked, pointing at me, her facial expression serious as though she meant every word.
“Girl, bye,” I said, laughing as I slowly pulled off. She and I waved one last time before I took off. I hadn’t been driving for more than two minutes when my phone rang. “Shit,” I muttered, already knowing it would be Buddha. I made a face as I answered his call.
“Hey, I was just about to call you,” I said, looking in the rearview mirror.
“I was wondering if you got kidnapped. Where are you?” His deep voice vibrated through the phone.
“I’m on my way home. Mia and I got caught up, and I lost track of time. What about you? Where are you?” I asked, looking in the rearview mirror a second time.
“I’m leaving here in like the next ten minutes. I’m waiting on Tomasso so we can leave together,” Buddha explained. I frowned a little because he sounded as though he was worried about something.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Yeah, I just can’t wait for us to be done doing business with Francesco is all.
Anyway, whichever of us reaches home first is the one who needs to start dinner.
” Buddha said, I immediately started laughing for two reasons.
One, I was pretty sure I’d make it home first, and two, Buddha couldn’t even boil water if he met the water already boiling on the stove.
“Whatever, you're so full of it. I’ll see you when you get home. I love you,” I told him, waiting to hear if he would repeat it back to me.
“I love you too. Drive safe,” Buddha said before ending the call.
I smiled happily. This type of happiness felt so surreal.
I was definitely in love, and I wanted to shout it from the mountain tops.
I looked in the rearview mirror again, and this time I frowned.
I could be wrong, but I think the all-black sedan behind me was following my car.
I wiggled slightly in my seat as I picked up the pace, pressing my foot down as I accelerated.
Sure enough, the car behind me did the same.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking whether I should call Buddha back and tell him my suspicions.
After a couple of seconds, I decided against it.
I would only worry him for no reason, and I believed I was grown enough to handle myself.