Chapter Two- Dior #2
“I’m saying, Dior. Maybe God sent that money to y’all for a reason. He knows you guys need it to get out of debt. I don’t think you should slap God in his face returning that suitcase of cash,” I made a face at the nonsense she was talking.
“Mia-Lee, do you really think God is about to send us a suitcase filled with blood money? I don’t think he works like that.
I don’t want anything to do with this. I have a sickening feeling that Lewis done made a deal with the devil,” I stopped at the front door, placing the carry-on right next to the entrance.
“Huh, God knew not to make that mistake with me because I would have been on a plane halfway to China by now, about to start a new life as Ming Lee Wong-Fu. " I burst out laughing because Mia was a whole fool.
“Anyway, we're still about to do that speed dating thing tonight?” I asked, making my face up because I was hoping she would say no.
“Yes! We are so in there. It’s time we get you a man,” I rolled my eyes as I peeped out the curtains, looking out for the black SUV my stepfather drives.
“Anthony drained me to the point of no return, Mia. I do not want nor do I need a man,” I straightened up when I saw my stepfather’s vehicle slow down in front of our home.
“Yes, the fuck you do. I want you to get a nigga to push your knees up to your ears and bury his dick deep inside that dusty coochie. Cause I just know it got some dust balls rolling around in there,” I gasped loudly, appalled that she would say such a thing about my pussy.
“I know you fucking lying. I do not have a dusty coochie. Remind me to smack you when we meet up later. I gotta go, girl, Lewis is here.”
“Oh, tell me all about that suitcase later, bye.”
“Bye, girl,” I said with a shake of my head.
Shoving the phone in my back pocket, I opened the front door and reached for the handle of the carry-on.
Briskly, I made my way down the walkway, pulling the suitcase to make the exchange.
However, my steps slowed down a bit when I saw he did not have my bag.
“Where is my bag, Lewis? And do I even wanna know why you’re driving around with that much money in a carry-on?” I asked him, shoving the handle over in his direction. I looked him right in his flustered face as he took the handle.
“Don’t worry about it. If you’re going out later, drop Chanel off at your aunt Debbie’s. I’ll have to work late,” he muttered under his breath as he walked away, rolling the carry-on behind him. Placing my hands on my waist, I looked at him in disbelief.
“Lewis, where the hell is my bag? What did you do with it?” I walked behind him, demanding to know where my item was.
“It’s somewhere where it’s not supposed to be.”
“That’s all I get?” I shouted after him as he opened the trunk and placed the suitcase inside.
“I’ll see you later,” he waved me off before hopping behind the wheel, slamming the door. He wasted no time driving away, speeding off, almost hitting a car in the process.
I had no clue what that was about, and now I was stuck without my belongings, with no idea when they would be returned to me.
I muttered a barrage of curse words under my breath.
All I knew was Lewis had better get my shit back.
I made my way into the house and to my sister’s room to tell her about my trip and help her get ready for my aunt’s house.
On everything, I believed that was the end of the suitcase and money fiasco…but I was so fucking wrong. That was only the beginning.
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“I mean you fine as fuck, shawty. Let me be the man in your life and take care of you,” I cringed as he used the tip of his tongue and dragged it over his gold grill. God damn, is this what the dating scene has turned into? I counted the time down in my head, waiting patiently for the bell to ding.
Ding! I released a sigh of relief when the host hit the bell, signaling that the men needed to get up and rotate.
“It was nice meeting…Raw Dog, was it?” I said his ridiculous name, and he smiled at me before he stood up.
I watched him walk away with his jeans hanging halfway off his ass.
What is this, the year 2000? Who even wears sagging jeans anymore?
I sighed softly and looked over at Mia. She lifted her hands, waiting for a sign.
Placing my index finger at my neck, I ran it across my skin as though I was slitting my own throat. She used her hand to suppress a giggle. The bell dinged again, and I took a deep breath, awaiting the next train wreck that was about to be seated.
A well-dressed male sat and smiled at me. He reminded me of the rapper Cam'ron when he acted in the movie Paid in Full. I smiled back at him, looking forward to asking him questions.
“Hi,” was the only word I was able to get out when, out of nowhere, a tall looming figure stood next to the table. I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat. Who the fuck was this?
His aura was dark and dangerous, almost frightening.
He stared down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.
He was tall as hell, maybe even close to 7ft.
His hair was tied to the top of his head in a man bun.
The sides were low and tapered. Around his neck was a platinum chain with a huge B pendant.
Pulling his eyes from me, he looked at the young man seated.
“I’m next…move,” he spoke with authority as though no one ever told him no. Everything about this man was intimidating; without so much as one word, the guy got up and walked away. Wow, he didn’t even put up a fight. I could have been his future wife!
I wasn’t quite certain if I took a breath since this strange man approached my table. I kept looking at him as he sat down, waiting for him to introduce himself. He did no such thing; all he did was keep staring at me. I wiggled uncomfortably in my chair.
I damn near passed out as he leaned forward and gently brushed my hair away from my name tag attached to my white tank top. He read my first name silently before he looked at me again.
“Dior Marcano, I presume?” He said my entire government name, even though it was only my first name on the tag. His voice was deep and heavy. I frowned as I studied him, wondering if we may have met before. However, a man like this I would have surely remembered.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I creased my forehead as I again tried to place his face.
Slowly, very slowly, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile that did not reach his eyes. Placing his elbows on the table, he came forward, closer to me.
“No, but you’re about to,” that’s it, that’s all he said before he pushed the chair back, stood up, and walked away and out of the bar. I noticed he took his phone out and appeared to make a call as he left. I expelled a loud, exaggerated breath from my mouth because I could breathe normally again.
I looked over at Mia, and she mouthed the words, who was that nigga to me.
Her eyes were wide with curiosity. I gave her an exaggerated shrug of my shoulders because her guess was as good as mine.
He didn’t ask anything about me, just my name, and that was all.
It was very strange, but I couldn’t help but blush at how handsome a man he was.
My phone began vibrating in my handbag on the table.
Unzipping the small LSV bag, I took my phone out and saw it was Lewis.
I had been trying to reach him for the past three hours.
I needed to know whether he would pick Chanel up from his sister’s or if I had to pick her up.
No matter how many times I called, he never answered.
I sighed with relief that he was finally returning my call.
“Hey, Lewis,” I answered on the first ring. Just as I was about to enquire about Chanel, he cut me off.
“Dior, are you alone?” Lewis asked, but there was something about his voice; he sounded different somehow.
“Uhhh, no. I’m at a bar with Mia. Why do you sound like that? Is everything alright?”
“I-I need you to walk outside so I can talk to you without all that noise in the background,” I stood up to do as he requested, even though the bar was not that loud.
“Go, go outside in the parking lot, maybe,” Lewis suggested.
Picking up my handbag, I looked over at Mia and mouthed that I’d be right back.
Doing as Lewis said, I walked right out of the bar.
“What’s going on?” I asked once I was away from everyone inside.
“Dior, do you see the black SUV I was driving earlier?” Now I was really confused. I looked around the parking lot until I spotted the very same vehicle he mentioned.
“Yeah, I see it. Why are you here?” I asked, wondering exactly what was going on.
“Ok, walk toward it, and I’ll explain everything once you get in.”
“What? I can’t just leave Mia, Lewis. I drove us here,” I walked slowly toward the black SUV with the tinted windows so dark, I couldn’t see shit inside.
“Jesus, Dior, just do as I say. Mia will be fine,” I was a couple of steps away from the SUV when what he said made me stop dead in my tracks. I frowned and tilted my head to one side.
“What did you say?”
“I said, Mia…Mia will be fine,” my eyes narrowed even more as I tried to see who was behind the wheel of the vehicle.
First off, Lewis never called Mia by her actual name.
He has always called her Mi-Mi ever since the first day I introduced her to him.
Secondly, the more I squinted through the windscreen, the more I realized that was not Lewis behind the wheel.
“You don’t ever call her that,” I said softly. Just as I was about to spin and turn around to head to the bar, because this seemed a bit odd. The back door of the SUV suddenly opened.
“I’m so sorry, Dior. This is all–” The phone disconnected before Lewis could complete his sentence. At the same time, a huge man dressed all in black came barreling over to me. I wasn’t given the opportunity to scream; he covered my mouth and dragged me kicking and fighting inside the backseat.
I damn near pissed in my skinny jeans, as I was now seated between two very large men. The SUV drove off at top speed as I screamed bloody murder. I looked over at the man who snatched me and lifted my right foot. With all the strength in me, I kicked him in his ribs.
“Oooff,” he grunted as he got the wind knocked out of him. He turned to me with an angry expression on his face as he rubbed his side. He had an olive complexion and short, curly hair. He looked Russian or Italian. I wasn’t sure which, all I knew was I had to get out of here.
“Who the fuck are you! Let me out this mothafucka before I kick the shit outta you again,” I lifted my leg a second time, but this time he grabbed my ankle.
“Jesus, Buddha, where’d you get this petardo? (firecracker,)” He said with an amused smile as he released my ankle. The low rumbling of someone laughing made me turn to the other individual, seated on my left.
I gasped loudly, realizing that it was the same guy from the bar who knew my entire name. I watched him, confused, but just as before, he said nothing; instead, he just stared at me.
“What the fuck is this? You have the wrong person. Now, let me out of this mothafucking van!” I screamed in his face. This time, it was he who was about to get kicked. I lifted my left leg and hoisted it in his direction.
“Don’t fuck around,” he said, grabbing me by my calf, dragging me a little in the seat.
“Didn’t I tell you we’d meet again?” He reminded me.
The next thing I knew, his accomplice covered my mouth and nose with a white cloth.
The last thing I saw was his diamond-encrusted B pendant, before I went to sleep.