Daymir
I have never wanted a woman more than I want Imani.
In a matter of hours, she has me wanting to drive back to her house, pin her against the wall and kiss every inch of her banging ass body.
It took straight dick control to keep my shit at bay every time she touched me.
I finally know what right place, right time means because her and tonight was right as fuck. I just have to deal with my cousins.
It’s almost eleven and the dinner started at eight.
There’s no need to go now, so I take my ass into the store, finally buy the cigars, then roll up in my ride.
Luckily for the ain’t-shit clerk, he wasn’t inside.
A female was behind the register. I would have slapped the shit out of ol’ boy if he would have been inside.
As soon as I’m in my Yukon, I roll a fat one and fire it up. The next to perfect ending of the night. A true perfect ending would be my face in between Imani’s legs. Everything in me knows she tastes good as hell. Since I can’t have my lips on her, I hit the blunt twice. Then, I hit Brick.
“Nigga, where the fuck you at?” he barks.
“Chill, nigga. I’m bout to head to the crib. Some shit went down and I got stabbed.”
“What? Where are you?” he asks, ready to roll.
It’s been like that since we were knee high.
It was always the three of us growing up.
Although they moved to Diamond Falls when they were ten and thirteen, they still spent their summers with our grand and grams in Philly.
My momma never got her shit together so they raised me.
We loved our grandparents but we would give grams hell each summer, three bad ass grandsons.
Her one granddaughter, Vee Vee, Brick’s sister, never came for the summers.
When Brick and Dodge got locked for beating the shit out of a nigga that was beating Vee Vee’s ass, I made sure they were straight.
I helped their mom, my Aunt Vivian when she needed.
I even checked in on Vee Vee and I made sure that their books were full.
So, when I got locked and needed a change when I got out, they were cool with me paroling here.
We are family and we look out for each other.
When grams died the second year of my bid, they made sure that everything was handled, especially since my aunt was too distraught to.
“I’m good now. I got stitched up and I’m heading to the crib.”
“Is it some shit we got to handle?”
“Nah. Some stupid, random nigga. He got lucky and caught me off guard.”
“Well rest up. I’ll get up with you tomorrow.”
“Let Dodge know so that nigga can stop calling.”
“Say less.”
“Bet.”
I end the call, hit the blunt again then ash it. Just when I’m about to press the button to start my Yukon XL, I decide to hit Imani instead. Her sexy ass has taken over my every thought.
“Hello?” she answers like she’s questioning the call.
“So, you just answer unknown numbers?” I ask, fucking with her.
“I usually don’t but I just put my number in this super hero man’s phone. He saved my life a few hours ago. I was kinda hoping it might be him,” she says and if it were possible, my Black ass would be blushing like a female.
“You can kill the superhero though. I just saw a fuck nigga disrespecting a beautiful Black queen and intervened. I did what any man would do.”
“You have a lot of faith in your species,” she says then laughs. “The clerk was a man and he didn’t do shit but probably cry.”
“I stand corrected then. What a real man would do.”
“Yea. That’s better. Are you home already? You must live close.”
“Nah. I’m at the gas station still. I had to go in and grab a cigar.
I’m about to head to the crib now,” I say and my next words flow out over my internal privacy wall.
Only my closest know where I lay my head.
After being betrayed, my moves are even more cautious but I feel comfortable enough to tell her.
“I live in the Millennium Condos, about twenty minutes from here.”
“Those are really nice. Pharmaceutical distribution must be very lucrative,” she says with so much amusement.
She knows or has a pretty good idea what I’m really into.
When I told her that back at her place, I saw the spark in her pretty ass eyes.
Tylenol and Advil don’t pay my bills; thousand kilos of oxys, ketamine, and perc do.
The Powers have a huge but smooth operation.
I’m a man in my own right but I give credit where credit is due and the head of the Powers family, Gideon Powers, is a G for real. He has this shit on lock.
Through their car dealerships, Luxury is Powers and their transport company, LP Auto Transport, the pills are moved from state to state on carrier wheels, skillfully hidden in the new vehicles.
The pills make it to the warehouse, are sorted and packaged by a team of trained female pharmacy techs who prefer to make more money.
After packaging, the pills are distributed to Powers owned pain management centers and dealers.
I run it all at the warehouse and Hazel manages the girls.
“I do okay,” I say, going along with her. “But I’ll let you be the judge of that. My world-famous cheesesteaks, Wednesday night?” Fuck it. Why wait. It we weren’t expecting our large shipment tomorrow, I would have said Tuesday. On those days, I typically work day and night.
“Wednesday?” she asks.
“Is that a problem?”
“No not really. I’m working…Well, should be working on Wednesday. My shift usually ends at six. It’ll have to be after six.”
“Perfect. I was thinking seven. I’ll scoop you then.”
“Daymir,” she says and damn.
My name sounds good as fuck on her lips.
“You and I both know I can drive myself just fine. In fact, I love driving and if we are going to have dinner or anything else, you need to know that I’m a driver at all times, a Hellcat Barbie.”
“A what? Hellcat Barbie?”
“Yes, and I don’t just drive one, I rep it with my girls, my sisters. I love driving my baby.”
“I can respect that Miss Hellcat Barbie but if the anything else does happen and I hope that it will, as a man, I’ll want to drive you.”
“That’s a privilege not an expectation. I don’t let just anybody drive me.”
“As sexy as you are, I’m going to put in work to earn that privilege. I guess for now though, I can let you drive.” And I damn sure will let you ride--me.
“Thanks for letting me drive,” she says sarcastically with a grin.
“It doesn’t sound like you are on the road so I’m going to let you go so you can get home.
No water directly on your wound. Tylenol for pain, and change the bandage every day.
Oh shoot, I should have given you more gauze and tape so you can have some for the next few days.
I’ll bring some Wednesday for the week. Next week, you should be good. ”
“Thanks to you, I’m already good. I can’t wait to feed you Wednesday. You have a good night, lady driver.”
“Good night.”
I end the call with her with a smile too big for me on my face.
I look simp as hell but all I can do is laugh because I can’t remember the last time, I’ve felt this intrigued with a woman.
Not even with my ex, Makenna, back in Philly did I feel like this and we were together two years before I got lock.
I guess in my heart I knew we weren’t meant for long term.
I was right too because when the feds came, she fell back.
I got over that shit real quick though because I didn’t need no outside bullshit fucking with me while I did my time.
Still smiling, I start my ride then head to the crib. Imani stays on my mind the entire time, even when I make it into my condo. She’s still on it when I shower, her words ringing in my ear about directly wetting my cut.
She definitely dominates my sleep because when I wake up, she’s still on my mind. I debate sending a text as soon as I’m up. I refrain though because it’s early. I’ll hit her later though, fo’ sure.
It’s six in the morning and the first shipment of pills is on-time to arrive at the warehouse at seven, so I grab the delicious ass leftovers Imani packed and head out.
I stop by my favorite breakfast spot, Morningside, on the way in and pick up my usual smoked sausage, eggs, and cheese grit bowl.
I don’t do coffee. Luckily, they have fresh squeezed juices so I get a to-go pineapple and orange juice.
Our warehouse is located on the out skirts of town, passed the ports, which is about a thirty-minute commute this time of morning.
Traffic doesn’t pick up until after seven.
When I pull up, I see that Hazel’s red Corvette is parked and Brick’s F350 is right beside it.
He doesn’t play about her and even though we have cameras, state of the art security systems, and hittas stationed discretely around it twenty-four seven, he doesn’t let her be here alone. He will not leave until I pull up.
“You five minutes late,” he says when I walk into the back office.
“Never that. A late man is no man at all,” I fire back, repeating what our grand would always say. He hated being late to anything.
“What about last night?”
“I wasn’t late. I didn’t show at all because I got stabbed, remember?”
“Stabbed. What happened?” Hazel asks with concern.
“That nigga fine,” Brick says.
“It’s a flesh wound. Some bitch ass nigga caught me off guard after I laid his ass out. I’m cool.”
“Well, shit. Where were you?” she asks as I head to my desk.
She’s sitting behind her desk and Brick is in front of her. I place my leftovers in our mini fridge then sit behind my desk. After sanitizing my hands, I open my bowl.
“At the C-Mart over there by The Falls.”
“Oh, so you went to Malachi?” she asks, referring to the doctor on the Powers’ payroll.
Malachi actually owns a townhouse in The Falls where Imani lives.
Apparently, he was some top surgeon before he got addicted to Ketamine.
Fucking around with the pills, he lost everything, his home, his family, his license and his job at the hospital.
When we have medical emergencies and we don’t want to alert the police, we go to Dr. Malachi Green. He gladly accepts pills for payment.
“Nah. It wasn’t that deep. I didn’t need Malachi.”
“Oh good,” Hazel says.
The buzzer to the main entrance sounds and Hazel stands. I glance at the handheld on my desk. A few of the girls are at the door so Hazel goes to let them in. I say grace and dig into my bowl. When I lift my eyes, I see Brick glaring at me.
“What?”
“You tell me, nigga. What really happened last night?” he asks.
“Bruh, I got stabbed. Real shit.” I stand and lift my shirt to show his skeptical ass. His eyes widen when I do.
“Fuck! When you said no Malachi, I didn’t believe you.”
“Nigga, fuck you. I don’t have to lie bout shit.”
“It looks closed. What’s up with that?” he asks.
Imani was right about wetting it because I did and I didn’t have any bandages at the crib to cover it back up after my shower so it’s exposed.
I’m straight though. It’s closed tight, doesn’t look irritated, and it doesn’t hurt.
Honestly, I was straight last night. He barely got me.
I just wanted to go with her and let her do what she wanted to patch me up.
“The nigga was pushing up on a lady when I walked in. He was thirsty and all up on her. So, I checked him.”
“As you should’ve,” he says, nodding.
“Facts. Nigga lost his mine and tried to step and I stalled on his ass. I saw Imani’s fine ass and I got stuck. He took the chance and tried to stab me. She cleaned me up and closed it.”
“Imani? You know her?”
“I know her now. She took care of me.”
“Nigga, it don’t even look that deep. Imani must be fine.”
“Fine as hell and pretty. She’s a surgical tech so she knew what she was doing. And check this, she drives a hellcat. That shit gutted out and everything. She’s bad.”
“Must be. You missed the dinner.”
“I’ll get with Amon and let him know.”
“I told him but you’re gonna need to give your gift to the lady boss. You know how she is about missing her parties,” he says.
“Which one?” I ask, half joking. We call both Gideon’s wife, Rhian, and his daughter, Giana, lady boss and lil lady boss.
They have a son too and he’s almost one.
In the Powers organization, family rules, especially with the head, Gideon.
His wife and kids are the true bosses of the family.
Whatever they want, they get, no exceptions.
“Nigga both lady bosses,” he says then laughs. “It was nice though. You know how they do.” He stands. “Hit me when the second truck arrives. My morning is light. I can come back to help.”
“Help with what?” I ask because we are fully staffed and I have the shipments under control. I don’t need him for shit.
“With the pills, packaging, any of the shit,” he counters.
“Just say you want to be up under Hazel, nigga.”
“Just hit me,” he scoffs before walking out.
When he does, my blackphone vibrates. It’s a message from Dodge. He’s at the dealership in Diamond Falls. This first shipment is from there. The second one will be coming from the main dealership here in Crescent Falls, Amon is handling that one today.
Dodge: The cakes will be ready in 8
Me: *thumbs up*