Dio- Chapter Ten
The tight space and limited air were getting to me.
Fuck! My phone vibrated every other minute, so I finally pulled it out.
There were back-to-back calls from Zeus and Chevy.
I debated whether to call them back or wait.
Considering the extent to which I had gone to be where I was, they would probably curse me out, but this was for Samara.
There were no limits to what I would do for her.
If it meant breaking into her momma’s car and climbing in the trunk, so be it.
Instead of calling them back, I merely dropped my location.
Her slow driving ass kept hitting the brakes, sending my body forward against the trunk’s wall. She had gone from humming to now playing music I didn’t think she would listen to since she was in a fucking cult.
“Hypocrite,” I muttered.
“Soon as I get home,” she crooned.
How was it that she hated everything and everyone this world had to offer because we were doing what our hearts desired, yet she was singing fucking Faith Evans?
When Mars first told me about the Charles Manson cult, I did my research and realized that it was nothing but manipulation at its finest. It was a bunch of people who believed in something they felt would benefit all.
They were believers in alternative ways to heaven.
They were no different than my mother. They all had mental health issues because there was no other explanation.
They chose an easy way out rather than dealing with life head-on but found themselves in a trap in which they followed a fake-ass prophet who made empty promises.
I tried to understand for the most part, but in my eyes, these were people who were afraid of the world. Afraid to fail, afraid to find themselves. But I wasn’t their judge; all I wanted was my girl.
My phone vibrated again, but this time, I answered. “Hello,” I whispered.
“Dionysus, we’re following you. Where are you going?” Zeus asked.
“Zeus, nigga, just keep following me. I’m in the trunk.”
“Nigga, you what?”
I smacked my lips. “Never mind. Just keep following me. I’m getting Samara, dead or alive,” I finished and hung up.
All I know is once this car stopped, I was hopping out shooting because there was no way Mars wasn’t coming home. If it meant I had to go toe to toe with people in Jesus clothes, so be it.