Chapter 9 #2
“Bet. Let me get your phone.” I’d talked all that shit, but if she thought I was going to walk away without ensuring that I saw her again, she was crazy as hell.
It took a second for her to actually hand it over to me, and I quickly put in my number, calling myself before erasing the record from her call log.
Still cheesing proudly, I held it out for her, and she burst out laughing at what I’d saved myself under.
“My Hubby? Oh, you’re real confident ain’t you?” she asked with a shake of her head, but the fact that she was still smiling let me know I had her ass.
“That’s the only way to be. Make sure you use that, though. I’m gon’ be waiting for real,” I told her, backpedaling as Micah finally walked up with a knowing grin, and the sound of a horn blared in the background.
“Your cousin said he’s about to pull off on you.” Micah nodded toward my truck.
I could see my cousin’s wounded ass trying to climb over the console instead of just walking around like a normal person. Flashing one last look at Perfect, I picked up the pace and strolled over to my truck before his goofy ass could get behind the wheel.
I pulled the driver’s door open, and Quick froze with his face balled up. “Nigga, what took yo’ black ass so long? That damn dinging been driving me crazy! You lucky you took the keys with you, or I would’ve left your ass right here!”
“Shut yo’ bitch ass up!” I shot back, still unable to keep the smile off my face after coming so close to perfection.
Quick’s crippled ass groaned as he tried to get back into his seat the right way, and I shook my head, climbing behind the wheel and trying to get one last glimpse of Bliss before she pulled away.
I caught her speeding out of the parking lot with the windows down and the sunroof open. I swear that shit was how it was in the movies. Shit slowed down, and everything around me went silent, even Quick’s aggravating ass. That was until he hit my arm roughly, snapping me out of that shit.
“What the fuck you doin’, man? Go! I thought you had some shit for us to get into before Tete finds out I been discharged.
You already know she not gon’ let me out her sight when she finds out, so I need to get it in now!
A nigga ain’t had his dick sucked since I got shot! ” he complained as I pulled off.
I’d kept it to myself that we knew what he’d been doing that night we got robbed, but now was the perfect time to tell his ass.
“Yeah, nigga, we know! You been in there fuckin’ the help? Vega probably waiting until you’re all healed up, but he’s definitely gon’ fuck you up about that shit,” I warned, and his eyes bucked wildly.
“Fuck you mean y’all know? Who told you that shit, Kya’s hating ass?”
“Yeah, muthafucka, ’cause you being distracted got you shot and us robbed. That nigga done fired Norielle behind that shit, so you know he bouta be on your ass.”
Quick let out a low groan. “No wonder her ass ain’t been answering my calls! She probably blaming me for that shit! I’m gon’ talk to his ass and see if she can get her job back,” he said unconvincingly.
I just shook my head because we both knew that shit wasn’t going to happen.
My phone ringing stole my attention, and I saw it was one of the strippers I’d hired for Quick’s crybaby ass. She’d already tried to call a few times since I was running late, but I knew it was during my pursuit of Perfect. Ignoring Quick, I accepted the call, and Velvet’s voice filled the cabin.
“Sosa, I been trying to call you,” she whined.
I could feel Quick’s eyes on me after hearing how sultry she sounded. Even in her background, the other girls were giggling and talking loudly as Cardi B played on their radio.
“My bad. I was tied up, but we’re on the way. So, if y’all leave out now, we should make it at the same time,” I told her, checking the time.
I’d booked a couple of rooms at a hotel nearby, and I knew Velvet wasn’t too far away either.
After that robbery, though, I was looking at everybody with a level of suspicion, so I wasn’t trying to meet at her spot, and I wasn’t telling them the room numbers until they showed up.
Even then, I was going to lock their phones up, just to be on the safe side.
“Okay, I’m heading that way now.” She quickly hung up, and Quick let out a howl beside me.
“Yeeeeeaaah, boy!”
“How the fuck you this excited when you were just acting like Shamar Moore with Micah?” I teased, and he drew back with his face scrunched up.
“Who the fuck is Shamar Moore?” He looked genuinely confused, and I just shook my head.
“The dude with the braids from that one Madea movie, man,” I explained, and recognition clouded his face.
“Ohhh, hell naw! I fuck with shorty, but I wasn’t actin’ like that soft ass nigga!” he denied with a shake of his head. “But Micah playing for real. I’m still gon’ try to get up with her, but I ain’t turning down no pussy in the meantime.” He shrugged, and I immediately understood his point.
I was damn sure trying to get with Perfect’s ass, but I could already see her trying to play games with me. I’d give her a week or so, and if she didn’t reach out, I was going to apply pressure. But until then, I would have my fun too. Fuck it.