Ghost
It’d been an entire week and Luxe hadn’t said much of anything to me. I still didn’t understand why she acted the way she had when Chris was over. Granted, I did plan on having Chris out of there before she made it back, but I lost track of time once I got in the pussy.
Chris was this chick that I’d smash from time to time when I was living here. She stayed in the building, so I figured what harm would it be. I thought she’d be long gone before Luxe made it back.
After Luxe and I almost kissed, I couldn’t get her ass out of my mind, and I thought if I dipped off in some pussy, the shit would work.
I was wrong. The entire time, I was imagining I was fucking the shit out of Luxe.
They looked nothing alike, and it was getting harder to stay in her shit, but I was gon’ see it through, until Luxe interrupted us.
The hurt on her face wasn’t anything I pictured when I decided to bring Chris into my space.
I knew I fucked up bad and wasn’t sure how I was gon’ fix this mess.
Luxe was confusing as hell because one minute, she was telling me that I was too young for her, and the next ready to fuck up everything in her path because her lil feelings were hurt.
“I want to go to the mall,” Luxe announced. I looked up, and she stood there in this khaki two-piece pants set. She had on some Louis Vuitton sneakers. This was the most dressed down I’d seen her other than when she was getting ready for bed.
“The mall?” I frowned. Eastdale Mall barely had any stores in there. I knew for a fact there was nothing in there that she’d want to buy, so for her to say that she wanted to go there was sort of suspect.
“That’s what I said.”
“Fine.” Getting up from the couch, I slid my strap off the coffee table and slipped it into my waistline.
Luxe bounced toward the front door, and I followed behind her.
We got out in the hallway and exited out the door to the parking garage.
Instead of taking the truck, I decided to drive one of my cars instead.
All my vehicles were bulletproof. I didn’t have to worry about anything happening to her while we were in it.
When I went to open the passenger door on my Maserati, Luxe asked, “Can I drive? It’s been a while since I’ve drove,” and then poked out her lower lip.
“Okay.” This was the most words I’d gotten out of her all week. If me letting her drive to the mall was gonna get me back on her good side, I’d let her drive. What harm could it do?
I went around and opened the driver’s door for Luxe. She offered me a smile and slid into the seat. Luxe started the car and soon as I shut the door behind her, she sped off. Her trying to escape hadn’t crossed my mind, even though it should’ve.
“Fuck.”
I ran back inside to grab the other set of keys to my Range Rover. By the time I made it out to the truck, Luxe was long gone. Luckily for me, I had tracking on all my cars. Grabbing my phone, I went to the application and found her ass.
“What the fuck are you up to?” I asked as I fled the parking garage.
Luxe’s location stopped at these apartments out in Four Way.
It wasn’t the actual name of the apartments, but it was what we called the area.
There was no reason for her to be out there.
Pulling into the parking lot, I found my car parked sideways.
From the way she parked, I could tell that she was in a rush to get out.
I stopped behind the car, blocking it into the space where she wouldn’t be able to run from me again.
Hopping out, I neared the complex and noticed that one of the doors was cracked on the apartment upstairs.
Removing my piece, I took the steps up to the door and eased it open with the barrel of my gun.
“I’m gon’ ask you one more fucking time.
” I heard Luxe’s voice coming from the back of the apartment.
Following it, I found her in the bathroom with some guy down on his knees in front of the toilet.
Her gun was pressed in the back of his head.
“Impressive, Mr. Security Man,” she spoke without even looking in my direction.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She shoved the gun further into the back of the guy’s head, and replied, “This nigga here is gon’ tell me where my shotgun is. Ain’t that right?”
“I ain’t telling you shit.”
Gripping him by his ponytail, she shoved his face down in the toilet. Gargling noises could be heard. His hands flapped everywhere, but Luxe didn’t let up. It was just a gun. I wasn’t sure why she was doing all this when it would just turn up later.
Yanking him up, she leaned down by his face and said, “You really starting to piss me the fuck off.”
“Is that shit on his face?”
Luxe cut her eyes in my direction. That was when I noticed the nigga’s pants were at his ankles. She must’ve caught him in here taking a shit and now was dumping his face in his own feces. Damn.
“Bitch, my daddy bought me that gun. That gun been with me for a very long time. It’s got me out of some fucked-up situations. I just want my shit back. If I gotta keep asking, it’s gon’ get uglier.”
Now it all made sense. That gun had sentimental value.
The guy didn’t respond. Obviously, he didn’t care about bathing in his own shit, so Luxe aimed her gun at his feet and released a bullet.
“Fuck!” he screamed out. I just knew somebody heard that shot and was gon’ call the police.
“If you’re gonna be in here shooting niggas and shit, you need to have a fucking silencer. Here.” I connected the silencer on my gun and handed it over to her. Luxe was gon’ fuck around and get both of us arrested.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you where it is.” Saliva sprayed from his lips when he said that. See, he took Luxe for a joke. He didn’t think that she’d actually harm him, but he was fucking with a mufucka who had bodies in her damn garden. If he kept on, he was gon’ be added to that shit.
“Where is it?”
“In my kitchen underneath the sink.”
Luxe took one look at me, and I disappeared from the bathroom to check and see if he was lying. When I opened the cabinet, I found her gun tucked away in there. Grabbing it, I went back into the bathroom.
“Got it.”
“Now, tell me who the fuck sent you.”
“You might as well gone and kill me now, ’cause I ain’t telling you shit.”
There was without a doubt that he knew Luxe would kill him after she shot him, so whoever he was protecting had to be someone powerful.
That just turned out to be a bigger problem for us.
The only thing Savion got out of Argentina was that they were searching for a painting.
They never said who ‘they’ were or anything.
“Bitch, I will shoot yo’ ass in the other foot.”
Before I knew it, he reached for the gun. They struggled a bit before it went off. I ran over to check and make sure Luxe hadn’t gotten shot. His body dropped to the floor at her feet.
“You okay?”
“I really thought he was gon’ be my out.”
“He’s protecting someone powerful. Him not giving you anything is information. Let’s get you out of here.”
I removed my gun from her clutches and walked her toward the front door. When we stepped outside, I noticed a police truck leaving the parking lot. Someone probably reported that first gunshot but didn’t know exactly where it came from.
Luxe made it back down to my car. I handed over her shotgun and told her, “Go straight back to the house. I’ll follow you.”
Her facial expression told it all. She was disappointed as hell, but we were gon’ figure this shit out.
“I have to text Grim to come clean this mess up.”
Normally, we took care of our own shit, but I didn’t protest and allowed her to handle it this time.
I followed Luxe back to the house. She parked the car and got out.
We went inside, and she headed straight for the kitchen soon as we made it into the house.
“You need to get some food in here,” she said and then shut the refrigerator.
“I’ll place an order. Just let me know if there’s anything that you want or need from the store.”
“Fruit for starters.” I made a mental note in my mind to add fruit to the grocery list. “Let’s just order food for the night. I think I have a taste for Koren barbecue.”
“Okay.” I flopped on the sofa and removed my phone to see if I could find her some Koren barbecue. “Have you had this place before? They’re rated four point nine stars.” I handed her over my phone, and she looked at it as she eased down on the couch alongside me.
“No, I haven’t. They might be good if they’re rated so high.”
“Just put whatever you want in the cart, and then I’ll order me something.”
Picking up the remote, I turned on the television. I wasn’t the TV watching type, but lately I’d found myself stuck inside more than normal. It was cool to pass time.
“Here.” Luxe dropped my phone in my lap and got up from the sofa. I can sense that she was still in her feelings, but I didn’t know what to say about it. She left out the living room, and then I heard her bedroom door shut behind her.
By the time the food arrived, Luxe emerged from the bedroom in an over-sized graphic T-shirt and a pair of shorts. From the dampness of her hair, I could tell that she’d taken a shower.
“The food came yet?” she asked as she stepped into the kitchen. I hadn’t too long set it on the counter. “Never mind.”
I heard her fumbling through the bag, and then she made her way over to the sofa and sat down with a bit of space in between us.
“What are you watching?”
“I don’t know. I just put something on,” I told her and got up to get my food.
She’d grown accustomed to me letting her eat alone, but this time, I just felt the need to eat with her.
We both sat there on the sofa, eating our food and watching TV. Surprisingly, she got all into this movie I put on. Luxe finished up her food and set her plate on the coffee table. She then grabbed the throw blanket and got comfortable on the couch.
It didn’t take long for me to hear her snoring.
I glanced over and saw that the blanket was falling off her, so I grabbed it and fully covered her.
She stretched out further. Her feet landed in my lap.
I just couldn’t see myself removing them.
I stared down at her French tip toes. One thing about Luxe, she was gon’ keep her toes done.
Most of the time, they were either white or French tip.
It was safe to say white was her go-to color.
Once the movie was over, I slipped from underneath her, turned the television off, and cleaned off the coffee table.
Luxe was still knocked out on the sofa, so I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into her bedroom.
I laid her in bed and made sure to cover her up before slipping out of the room.
When I made it to my bedroom, my phone vibrated.
Chris: That old lady still over there or do you want me to come?
After Luxe broke her finger, one would think that Chris wouldn’t even want to look my way. This damn fool was prepared to risk it all just to get back over here to me. To keep from anything else happening, I just blocked her and laid my phone on the nightstand.