FLEX
My body swung side to side as Scooter recklessly drove my car.
Since being held at gunpoint, I had been stuck with Scooter.
You might think I knew how to handle him by now, but with so much time apart, he had become something different and deranged.
He hit corner after corner, almost hitting a group of teens in their half assed costumes. “Slow down!” I screamed.
Scooter pulled the Michael Myers mask from his face as he sucked in a deep breath. He was sweating profusely as his eyes tried to focus on the road. “You could have helped me put his drunk ass in the car,” he gritted.
I held on to the door and center console, trying to figure out why the hell he thought I was going to help him kidnap somebody. Shit, technically, the nigga had kidnapped me. “I’m not going to jail for you!” I snapped.
He hit another corner as his eyes bounced from the side mirror to the rearview mirror, “I don’t think anybody is following us,” he huffed.
Scooter was losing his entire mind. The need to get this fucking money was going to lead his ass to an early death. I understood his passion to care for Keith, but Keith was living a life that both Scooter and I had dreamed of. Why couldn’t he just be happy with that?
I didn’t know what it would take to shift his way of thinking, but the one thing I did know about him was that once he was fixated on something, that was it until he felt satisfied.
When we pulled up to my apartment, I wanted to jump out and haul ass to my door, lock it, and hide.
However, I knew Scooter, the nigga was crazy enough to pull the trigger on me, and death wasn’t in my fucking deck of cards.
I already had Foe on my back over Harvey; I didn’t need any additional drama. I haven’t even reached my peak in my life to die. So, running wasn’t a fucking option. Hell, at this point, I thought of throwing the nigga some pussy to calm his ass down.
After he parked, Scooter got out and instructed me to help him with Mison.
The struggle of dead weight was insane, but we managed.
Once inside, I tried to go to the back, but there it was, the cold steel at my back.
“Sit yo ass down. Nobody is going any fucking where until I figure this shit out,” he grumbled.
I closed my eyes and said a prayer because if this nigga Mison didn’t own up, he and I were both dead.