Chapter 8
eight
DJ
It’d been a week since Nyna came home. Seven whole days and he had her in the house in nothing but his shirt. All they’d been doing since the car show was enjoying the rounds in their new bed. On the floor. In the living room. On the kitchen table. On top of his sapphire painted classic.
Now they were on the patio, Nyna’s legs draped over his sharing a blunt.
“How you feeling?” he asked blowing the smoke into the night air.
Nyna hadn’t mentioned the information Big Mama shared or the correlation to her ex’s breaking car accident news. Nyna had watched DJ beat a man within a fraction of his life, put him in his car and stood by as it crashed into a pole. Same motto, same protector.
Inhaling deeply and then pushing the smoke into the air she smiled. “Good. Not because of the smoke but you.”
“It’ll always be my duty to protect you. You’re the queen of this castle. I’ll protect you without question, right, wrong, or indifferent,” DJ said seeing that she knew by the look in her eyes alone. “By the way the muhfucka apologized for touching you. He apologized twenty times.”
Nyna’s brows furrowed. “Twenty?”
“I broke every finger two times over. He won’t ever be able to make a fist again. Let alone catch a ball,” DJ informed. “I knew you knew when I came over for dinner.”
“It was the dick sucking wasn’t it?” Nyna quizzed.
DJ laughed. “On Big Mama’s good couch, too. You know I think she’s getting soft in her old age.”
“That’s a possibility but she said you been cramping her style. Can’t have no late night visitors with you on her couch.” Nyna laughed.
“Deacon Morris used to hide in the bushes when I pulled up. I knew he was there. Wasn’t nobody worried about him,” DJ said with laughter.
“He just didn’t want to kick it with us.
I hope that nigga can race that Cadillac because she’s going to try.
Especially since her car is fixed now. 48th through 50th is going to be full of senior citizens going forty miles an hour in a highspeed chase.
Deacon Morris’ Cadillac has never seen a day over forty-two miles per hour. ”
Nyna dropped her head back in laughter. “I still can’t believe y’all were out here racing like that.”
“Big Mama got a need for speed and living on the wild side. I’m inclined to believe your grandaddy was hell on wheels,” DJ commented.
“That’s the story. He liked fast cars and a pretty woman in the front seat. Big Mama said she got in and told him he better not have another girl in her seat and since then it was always them,” Nyna shared.
“That sound familiar?” DJ asked with a raised brow. “Slid your ass in my shit and asked how many bitches I was riding around.”
“I didn’t,” Nyna giggled. “I asked you if your girlfriend could fight but it was a joke.”
“That shit wasn’t a joke. You were ready to fight about yours,” DJ chimed in with the laughter. “Hope your girlfriend don’t wanna fight me.”
Nyna laughed harder at him mocking her.
“All I could see were them thighs. If I had a girlfriend by the time I dropped you off that shit was a wrap. Out the gate day one, all mine.”
“You were trying to be so cool too, licking your lips and rubbing that patch of hair,” Nyna pointed out.
“It was either that or start stuttering and talking to about engine injectors, chrome mufflers and hydraulics.”
“I would have been just as interested. I love when you get nerdy about cars. And don’t pop a hood I’m ready to take panties off. It’s a mess.”
DJ quipped. “Nah it ain’t nothing that’s a mess. The mess is when I slide up in it. We’ve been locked in. And I’ll remind you when you can’t remember.”
“You might lose your mind before me but even then, I’ll make sure you come back for more.”
“Always coming back for more, baby. Always.”
Fin.