Chapter 7
Marlo Wattson
The broad from the store had a nigga smiling and frownin’ at the same fuckin’ time.
Ion know how she managed to piss me the fuck off the way she did.
I wasn’t the type of nigga who let shit get on my nerves but her sayin’ I was tryna get some pussy by giving her a little bit of money pissed me clean the fuck off.
I didn’t pay for pussy and if I did eighty dollars wasn’t shit.
She was too pretty to be valuing herself so low.
If anything, she shoulda been offended that was all I was giving.
Keepin’ it a buck I would have given her more if her ass would have said the word.
I couldn’t explain why but I felt drawn to her mean ass and it wasn’t cause I wanted no pussy from her.
I just wanted to help her. The look in her eyes told me she’d been through a lot, and I wanted to be the one to help her find peace.
“Nigga, you hear me,” Mikael’s annoyed voice brought me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, my bad. I just finished logging all the information. Imma lock the shop back up and be outta here.”
“Alight call me in the Morin’ my nigga. Be safe.” Mikael yawned into the phone; he was a night owl. Him being up at 2 in the morning wasn’t shocking. I swear that nigga ran on no sleep cause he’d go to sleep at four then be right back up at seven.
“Always,” I replied then hung up.
It was my week to be on call for late night tows.
All my employees rotated being on call for one week outta of the month.
It worked out where we’d only have to do one week every three months if we stayed fully staffed.
Whenever Mikael or I was on call we’d check in with each other to make sure we were good.
Being in this industry wasn’t light work.
Muthafuckas loved to show they’re ass when it came to their cars.
I done had to put one to many niggas on their asses for trying me.
But eventually it paid off, filling my bank accounts with money. That’s all I gave a fuck about.
After towing this school bus, a nigga was ready to go home and get back in bed.
I was tempted to stop back by the gas station just to fuck with shorty some more.
Her pretty ass was stuck runnin’ through my mind.
I turned out the lights in my shop then headed out the front door.
Locking it once I was outside. I saw two headlights coming in the distance, but I didn’t pay them no mind my focus was on getting the fuck on.
I made it to my car that was parked at the end of the parking lot.
I felt good as fucking knowing I was finna be on my way home.
That was until the headlights turned into the parking lot.
The way my car was parked, I was hidden in the shadows with a clear view of the front door to my shop.
Pulling my pistol from my waist, ready to fuck some shit up.
I watched as the back door was roughly pushed open and a small figure hopped out of the car.
I watched as the broad ran up to the glass door.
She raised her fist and a familiar voice came out of her mouth.
“Open this fucking door you fucking bitch ass mutha fuckers!” The broad screamed banging her fist on the shop's door.
I had to make sure I wasn’t imagining shit and this voice belonged to who I thought it did.
Closing the distance, I smiled as her short figure came into full view.
Two times in the same night was crazy. It had me really wondering if it was fate that we kept crossing paths.
I know I had to look like a psychopath to her because I was smiling at her with a gun in my hand, like we were long lost friends.
I did feel crazy to a degree because since our first encounter I couldn’t get this girl outta my head and I didn’t even know her name.
Earlier I meant to ask her, but she pissed me off and I had to get away from her before I said something real slick.
Tucking my gun back in my waist as I approached her.
I couldn't say what it was about that had me stuck on her. Of course she was beautiful, even if she wasn’t all the way put together.
It was clear her braids had seen better days, but they didn’t take away from her natural beauty.
Warm brown skin covered her round head, medium sized nose, small but plump heart-shaped lips, her soft round cheek bones gave her an angelic look to her.
Easily she had to be one of the most beautiful broads I’d ever seen in my life.
“You ain’t gotta tear my shit up just say you missed a nigga,” I said scaring her, she jumped turning towards me with wide eyes. She was scared first, then when she realized it was me her anger returned.
“You need me to stay?” Some yellow nigga asked sticking his head out the beat up Honda she pulled up in.
I wanted to shoot the nigga in the face for just cause he was in her presences. As fucked up as it sounded something in me didn’t want her around no other niggas but me. The thought of her fuckin’ with that nigga started a rage in me that hadn’t been started in a long time.
“Nah, my nigga she good.” I answered for her, she wasn’t getting back in that nigga’s car.
I’d call her an uber or some shit. The nigga hurried up and skirted out the lot like a bitch nigga he was.
Wasn’t no way he really fucked with her and left her ass for dead the way he did.
Unless she fucked wit bitch ass niggas. “Them the type of niggas you like?” I said looking back at her angry face.
“Fuck him.” She spat fiercely with her chest heaving up and down as she screamed. “Give me my fuckin’ skoolie back before I tear this bitch up!” She said then kicked the fuck outta of the front door cause my shit to crack.
“Chill ya angry ass out. You can get ya janky ass bus in the morning. After you pay for it to be let out of impound and you payin’ fo’ that crack in my got damn door too.” I mugged the fuck out of her, low key pissed she fucked my shit up. She wasn’t scaring nobody but her fuckin’ shadow.
“No, you finna give me my shit tonight. Or Imma take it, either way I don’t give a flying fuck,” I chuckled when she called herself pushing me backwards, normally I couldn’t stand when anybody put their hands on me. For whatever reason, shorty didn’t bother me.
“You better call ya fuckin’ nigga back cause I’m not giving you shit tonight.”
She cocked her head to the side. “Oh yeah?”
When I went to reply she, side stepped me and took off towards the fenced in yard, where we stored all the towed cars. I turned around seeing her almost at the locked gate that she wouldn’t be able to get passed.
This is bullshit.
I groaned as I stalked over to this silly ass broad.
I didn’t have time for this dumb ass shit.
All a nigga wanted to do was the fuck home, get in my damn bed and take my ass to sleep.
Not deal with this broad havin’ a sucka attack over her bus.
I might have been drawn to her but that didn’t mean I wanted to deal with her dumb shit.
She was finna learn real quick I didn’t do shit like this.
If she was so fuckin’ concerned with that bus, she shouldn’t have ever parked that bitch in a lot that clearly said no public parking.
I shook my head when her stupid ass started climbing the fence.
Even if her little strong ass made it to the top the barbed wires were gonna fuck her up.
Her dumb ass was gonna put herself in the hospital and I was still gonna have that ugly bus she was losin’ her mind over.
“You tryna hurt ya self-slow ass girl,” I snapped at her as I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her from the fence.
“Get off me you big gorilla looking ass nigga.” She screamed and I snickered at her angry ass.
If I did look like a gorilla, I was the finest fuckin’ gorilla she’d ever see in her life.
Hell yeah, I was cocky as fuck when it came to my looks.
I knew I looked good as fuck wasn’t no need for me to be humble about it.
“Calm the fuck down,” I growled at her, getting annoyed with her wiggling trying to get loose.
My grip on her was tight, she wasn’t getting loose unless I let her. All this moving shit was making shit harder than it had to be. She wasn’t gettin’ her bus back tonight. The sooner she realized that the better for her and me.
Shorty exhaled deeply, her shoulders dropped and she stopped fighting me. “I just want my bus, and I’ll be on my way.”
“It don’t work like that,” I calmly responded. I sat shorty on her feet, turning her body around to face me. “Come back in the morning and I'll see what I can do as far as paying for ya bus.” Ion know what the fuck shorty was going through, but I could see the stress in her face.
I typically wasn’t the nigga to care about what a person was dealing with when it came to getting their cars outta impound.
It came with the territory; every day I listen to muthafuckas sob stories on why I needed to give them their cars back.
I’d heard the craziest stories over the years and now I didn’t bat an eye when people opened their mouths with their bullshit.
However, there was something that was pulling me to help shorty.
I was starting to conclude that when she was involved, I didn’t have no say, so when it came to making sure she was straight.
“Listen, umm what’s your name?” She asked me with squinted eyes and her lips pressed together tightly. “Marlo, right?” She asked but I knew she was puttin’ on a front.
“You know my name,” I told her, kissing my teeth and she rolled her eyes confirming she did know it. “But I don’t know yours.”
“Solana. That doesn’t matter. What matters is me getting to my bus. Tonight.” She urgently said with her eyes bouncing from me to the gate.
“I can’t do that,” I sternly said.
“Sunshyne is on the bus, and I need to get to her.”