Chapter 25 #2
“Everything okay?” Amaya asked from her seat at the kitchen table as she tapped away on her laptop. It was the weekend and I still couldn’t peel that woman away from work for more than a few hours.
“Everything’s fine. Niko’s ass is just salty.
He did all that talkin’ about how I needed to find a real woman and get rid of Pearl, and now that I have one, he’s mad that I’m not down the street.
” I damn near slapped myself at that admission, trying not to show any reaction.
I could tell by the way she perked up, that her perceptive ass heard me.
“Pearl?” she asked with her nose scrunched up.
“Yeah, my uh… toy.”
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes, knowing her ass was about to roast me worse than the potatoes I was cooking.
“Yeah… you know I was single for a minute. I ordered something.”
“Really?” she asked as her eyes lit up. “Did you bring it with you?”
“Nah, it’s back at the crib,” I answered, still holding my breath for the jokes.
“Damn, I wish you would have! I wanna see it!”
“For what?” I asked.
“So I can use it on you! A helping hand would be great, because I be damn near about to die trying to swallow that big motherfucker! Besides, it would be so fun to edge you while you begged for it.”
I laughed at her, no longer embarrassed, but suddenly turned on and a little bit scared. I felt my other head siding with her as my dick suddenly woke up.
“Yeah, aight. I’ll let you play next time we’re at my house together.” I noticed her mood shift as she looked super focused on her laptop. I also noticed how all she was doing was typing the same three words, deleting them, then starting over, so she couldn’t be that damn focused.
“What’s that face for?” I asked.
“No reason,” she said, not looking up from her laptop. “I’m just… not sure when I’ll be back out that way.”
“Damn,” I scoffed. “You said it like you’ll never come back to Cali.”
“No, it’s not like that. Mona and I were talking the other night, and she was all sad and shit, thinking that I was about to just pack up and move out there with you,” she said with a scoff like that was the most ridiculous thing she could fathom. I frowned as I looked over at her.
“And what did you tell her?”
“I told her that I wasn’t about to quit my job and uproot my whole life just to be up under some man,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Some man?” I asked with a threatening eyebrow.
“My man,” she quipped back, quickly correcting herself.
“That’s what the fuck I thought!” I snapped back, making her poke her lips out.
“But yeah. My whole world is here. I could never just up and move clear across the country. I can visit though,” she said with a bright smile.
I knew we weren’t to the point to discuss moving just yet, but I at least thought she would be a little more open to it.
I decided not to ruin our dinner with that uncomfortable conversation and put it on the back burner for a later discussion.
Once I finished up with dinner, I walked our plates over to the table—steak and broccoli for me, steak with loaded potatoes, broccoli, and corn for her.
“Chase…” She looked at her plate and sighed deeply.
“What’s wrong?”
“I think you're tryna fucking kill me, that's what!” she shot back.
“Amaya, what is it now, babe?” I rolled my eyes, trying to prepare myself for whatever dramatics she was about to hit me with.
“You gotta want me dead, giving me this raw ass steak! I could just go bite the fucking cow for this shit!” I gave her the blankest stare, searching my brain for any sign that would indicate that she was a lunatic who wanted a well-done steak.
I knew she was crazy as hell, so I should have known that part too.
“This is a $200 steak Amaya, I’m not turning this shit into beef jerky!”
“And I’m not eating raw steak.”
“It’s medium well!”
“It might as well be ‘medium-well-I ain’t-eating-that-shit!’” This time I laughed.
“Babe, at this point, you might as well just bite into the fucking table. I'm not cooking no leather boot ass steak.” I put my foot down because she was being ridiculous.
“I would rather eat a leather boot than this bloody steak. It’s fine. I can just eat the sides with some fruit,” she shrugged.
I glared at her spoiled ass, snatching her plate, going into the kitchen and turning her grill back on.
“You're so sexy when you give me exactly what I want,” she said, trying to butter me up with a huge smile.
I did my best to burn the fuck out of that damn steak, and she tore it up like it was the best thing she ever tasted.
I was annoyed for all of thirty minutes until she blessed me with some nasty, sloppy, disrespectful head that had me wanting to call upon the lord to confess to how I defiled one of his most beautiful angels.
We were dead asleep when the sound of her ringing phone echoed through the silent room. She picked it up, saw who it was and immediately sat straight up to answer.
“Hey, you okay” I watched her face frown up as she listened to the person on the other end.
“Wait, what? Send me a pin, I’m on my way.
” She was on her feet in an instant. “Do you need me to stay on the phone? Okay, get your stuff. I’m on the way now.
” She hung up and went to her dresser, grabbing undergarments and quickly throwing them on.
By that point I was on my feet getting dressed too.
I didn’t know where the fuck we were going, but I knew we were going.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. The look in her eye scared me a little. Whoever was on the other end of her rage was in trouble.
“My niece just called. She said she’s at one of her friends’ house for a sleepover and all these boys showed up. She’s uncomfortable, but too scared to call her dad, so she called me to come pick her up.”
“Bet, let’s go.” I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, as she went to her closet, grabbing a black hoodie, sweats and a pair of black forces. Only her ass would have the crash out uniform right in the front of her closet.
“Why the fuck you got these?” I asked taking the shoes from her and looking them over.
“Why you think?” she asked with a deadly glare, having already thrown the clothes on.
I quickly handed the shoes back because she probably lived a whole life of crime in them and I didn’t want my prints traced back when they caught her crazy ass.
We hopped in my truck as she put in the address for our destination.
“Can you drive this motherfucker?” she asked impatiently. She was leaned so far forward that if I would have even slightly tapped the brakes, her nose would be touching the dash.
“Amaya, I’m goin’ ten over the speed limit in a residential. You need to sit back and let me drive, because we can’t do shit for your niece if we get locked up.”
“Why would you immediately go to locked up instead of a ticket?”
“Because I know yo’ ass, and you would be the type to try to force me into a high-speed chase just so you can try to talk your way out of it later!
” I said with a smirk. She didn’t answer.
“So, sit yo’ ass back and ride.” She rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
She could argue all she wanted, but she loved when I shut her ass up.
In minutes we were pulling up to a nice, two-story home with an Altima like mine parked out front.
The sight made Amaya immediately roll her eyes before she texted her niece and hopped out.
I followed suit, and by the time we made it to the front door, her niece Kadence was opening the front door with tears in her eyes.
“What happened?” Amaya asked, already on go.
“Nothing,” Kadence mumbled. “Can we go?”
“Hell nah, we’re not moving until you tell me what happened?”
Kadence looked back and forth between the two of us, then realized she wouldn’t win an argument with someone who got paid to do it for a living.
“They made fun of me. I told them that I wanted to leave, and they called me a baby,” she said.
I had held a few conversations with Kadence over the past few weeks, and usually, she seemed like someone well beyond her years.
Standing there in that doorway with her purple duffel bag and pajamas, she looked every bit of the twelve-year-old she was.
“What? Hell naw,” Amaya fussed as she walked right around her and into the living room, Kadence and I glanced at each other nervously before scrambling back in behind her.
I scratched my head in confusion at the sight of the three clearly teenaged boys scattered throughout the room with the two obviously young girls, despite the heavy makeup and tight ass clothes they wore.
If I had a belt on, I’d be taking it off to whoop everybody’s ass!
“Oh shit! It’s Chase Andrews!” One of the boys yelled.
“Lil’ nigga, how old are you?” I looked at him in disgust.
“I’m sixteen! Listen Chase, I’m a rapper, and my stage name is Garlic Bread! I know you be hangin’ with all the rappers and shit. You think you can put me on?” he asked as he hopped up and excitedly ran up to me.
“Why the fuck is your rapper name Garlic Bread?”
“Because,” he started sheepishly. “I was eating some spaghetti with garlic bread with my moms one day, and this song by Killa K came on. That was the day I decided to be a rapper!”
“Nigga, that is the dumbest shit I ever heard!”
“Sixteen?” Amaya asked. “I’m gon’ put you onto a statutory charge if y’all don’t get the fuck outta here! These are little ass girls!”
“We ain’t gotta leave!” Another one said. “Who gon’ make us?” I instantly reached out to stop Amaya from charging over there, and she looked at me angrily. I spun around to face her quickly.
“Chill yo’ ass out. If you run up on one of these lil’ niggas and one of them tries to put their hands on you, we both goin’ to jail.”
“Yeah, listen to your man, bitch!” Mr. Mouthy spat. Just that quick, my hands were off her and on his ass. I yoked his lil’ ass up and had him up against the wall.