Chapter 12
Mig got up, and Sailor sat up quickly before he could try to pull her around. She let him lead her back to her room, and she dressed in a sundress from a bag on the table. Turning to Mig, she shrugged. “I don't know how to do make-up yet…”
“It’s fine,” he told her distractedly. “He said last night he thinks he likes it better when you don't. The fresh-faced thing is cuter. You done?”
“Almost,” she mumbled, picking up the brush. “Umm… is he going to kill me after…?”
Mig snorted. “Not if you don't give him a reason to. Don't disrespect him. Hey… how did you know what to say to him to get him to stop? To not kill that little pussy?”
“Marcel? I don't know… I said the only thing I could think of. He IS just a kid.”
“But how did you know that was a thing for him?”
“I didn’t. I guess, you know, that’s a thing for most people. Don't hurt kids? At least, you know, sane people?”
“But it’s like… a big thing for him.”
“But he has kids working for him?”
“Let’s them earn, yeah, but not in dangerous jobs. Runners and shit. That’s it.”
“Why’s it a thing?” she asked casually, bending to flip her hair to brush out.
“His dad… his dad was fucked up. Real fucked up. Used to beat on his mom all the time, and he had anger. Accused her of cheatin’ on him ‘cause she loved her kids. That shit was fucked up. She lef’ one day to get Geo ‘n his sisters from school, they was sick. She got home, and he’d woke up from his nap, pissed she was gone. Tied her up to a chair lined up all the kids. Both his little sisters, him on the end. He was the oldest. Made her watch while he pulled out his gun. Geo watched him… both his baby sisters… his mom strugglin’ the whole time tryna break free ‘n save them. She tipped the chair and broke it just as he shot Marta. Lunged up and knocked his dad over when he aimed at Geo’s head. He shot her as she came at him, but she landed on him, and… Geo said he didn’t remember what happened. He remembered getting up and moving, watching the gun slide across the floor… then the police were there. They took the gun out of his hand and told him he’d shot his dad in the head three times. Kept shootin’ even after it was empty. His mom lived for about four days… but he didn’t get to see her again. He has a thing now about makin’ sure little kids never get hurt… but he don't give a shit about adults. Disrespect ain’t tolerated from no one, and bitches are weak. He don't let them in the organization or his head. He said if his mom wasn’t so weak, she’d ‘a shot that piece of shit in his sleep. She could ’a any time, and she didn’t. She let him kill her kids instead ‘cause she was weak.”
Sailor wiped away tears as she stood up, wrapping her hair in her usual messy bun.
“You don't mention that shit, though, you hear me? I’ll shoot you myself if you think to…”
“I won’t,” she interrupted quickly.
“You ready?”
She gave him a slight nod, then wiped her eyes again before letting him lead her back out front.
Nudging her back to her seat next to Geo, she wrapped back up in the blanket as Geo glanced at her.
“Kick them off,” he demanded, motioning to her feet and the shoes. “Sit like you was.”
She kicked them off and curled up, and he pulled her feet close again, tucking them against his hip as he looked at his phone.
“How long on food?” Geo asked Mig.
“12 minutes,” Mig answered, looking at his phone.
“Where them fools?”
“They all answered that they’ll be here as fast as they can get here, except for Davon. He hasn’t seen the message yet.”
“That fool better wake the fuck up and get his ass here,” Geo scowled.
Sailor shook her head. “It’s Sunday,” she told him softly, then hesitated.
“What, he at church or some shit?”
“No… not really.”
“The fuck does that even mean, not really?”
“Every Sunday, he goes to the Highpointe Baptist church side lot. There’s a basketball court there, and he and a lot of other guys play basketball while their families are inside. They opt out of the sermon or whatever. He… he goes every Sunday even though his family doesn’t go there. Pick up games.”
“That where you went to church?” Geo asked darkly, lowering his phone and looking at her.
“When my mom wasn’t sick? Before. I haven’t been since she got sick.”
“He still goes? He start goin’ there to see you?”
“I don't know that… He did show up there the same week I mentioned to someone else I had to go to church on Sunday. He asked where then he was out there playing basketball the next Sunday. Talked to me when I came out.”
“That shit wasn’t coincidence,” Geo snorted.
“I never thought it was, but I think he kept going because he liked it and not because of me. I made it clear I wasn’t interested, and he mostly laid off. Joked sometimes but never pressed it. Anyway, he goes every Sunday and plays till noon. Turns his phone off till it’s over and the doors open. Says that’s his time and no one else’s.”
Geo snorted. “It’s always my fuckin’ time.”
“He’ll see the texts as soon as church lets out, right after noon,” she shrugged.
“It’s 12:33,” Mig spoke up, giving her a flat look.
Sailor shrugged, rolling her shoulders as she blushed.
A knock on the door saved her.
“That’s her coffee,” Mig grumbled, getting up and going to the door.
He returned with a giant cup of what looked to her like a shake. A mocha shake? Whatever it was, it was good, even if it was sweet.
“Thanks,” she offered, curling up more tightly in the blanket.
The door opened, and Justin came in, followed by Phoenix and Davon. They both had their shirts off, sweating as they laughed, and Davon had a basketball spinning on a finger as he talked.
Geo stood up, Mig moving next to him as Sailor peeked at them warily. What was about to happen?
“Any special reason you didn’t text back?” Geo asked Davon darkly.
Davon stilled the ball, putting it on his hip as he looked down at Geo in confusion. “I didn’t get the text, left my phone home on the charger. Saw Phoenix had a message and thought I’d tag along in case. All my people know I don't use a phone Sunday mornin’s, it’s my church time.”
“I ain't your people?” Geo asked, his voice deceptively calm.
“Man, it ain’t like that. My friends and shit. You ain’t never texted me on the weekend ever, only Tuesdays. It’s always just work. Look, I was here all day yesterday, and my phone died. I thought I charged it overnight, but when I got up, it was unplugged from the charger. The cord was. I had to plug it and leave it, I was goin’ to get it after. It wouldn’t ‘a mattered, I wouldn’t ‘a seen it no faster. I got here same time as them, right? This ain’t me disrespectin’ you, man, it’s just my routine up till now. Now that I know you might need me more than you used to, I’ll keep it with me. Aight?”
Geo snorted, then turned and looked Sailor over. “I think you lied about other things, too,” he finally announced, turning back to Davon. “Like how much you like her? How long you been tryna get in her pants?”
“Look, man… past is past. She wasn’t nothin’ to no one. The second she became yours, I ain’t looked at her once. Yeah, I had a thing, she made it clear she didn’t. I stepped off but stayed close in case she changed her mind. I still fucked with other girls, didn’t hang my heart on her or nothin’ like that. I ain’t hung up. I ain’t here for that. I don't care about that shit. I’m here to work. You just wanna punish me for likin’ someone you didn’t know existed for four years? I ain’t about that. I don't fuck with other people’s bitches.”
“And how do you define that, fool? She’s my bitch, I know that. Mig knows that. Rue don't know that, though. It ain’t in her head yet. So who do you look at when you decide who’s bitch she is? Her definition, or mine? You want her, so why would I assume you would respect my view on that?”
“I respect your view on that,” Davon told him angrily, his jaw setting like it did when he tried not to lash out. “And she knows it too. She knows she’s your bitch, we talked about that shit last night. I told her straight out she was yours, and she was gonna be good to you and…”
“Why’d she need tellin’?” Geo interrupted, turning to look at Sailor. “Were you tryna appeal to him, Rue? Use him? Try ‘n get away?”
Sailor shook her head quickly, her face going red.
“You like this fool?” he asked darkly. “Carlos!”
The man next to the door came forward and grabbed Davon from behind, yanking his arms behind his back and holding him.
“Fuck!” Phoenix swore, moving away from Davon, Justin quietly moving with him .
“You like him, Rue? You want him to save you? Get you away? You wanna run away with him? He tell you all about his big dick, make you want it like all the other girls on his phone?”
Sailor shook her head again, tears springing up as he gripped her hair.
“You wanna suck his big dick?” Geo asked angrily, yanking her off the couch and pushing her closer to Davon.
Carlos shoved Davon’s basketball shorts down to his knees, and Sailor let out a terrified wail as Geo rushed her closer to the long cock hanging limply.
“Suck it then, bitch!” Geo yelled at her, pushing her face so close that her cheek was against it.
Sailor screamed then, then blanched back and writhed as her stomach heaved at the smell. He’d been sweating for the last 4 hours in the hot sun, and he smelled like it. Her stomach lurched like it always did at bad smells and heavy body odor. “Please!” she cried, trying to turn away. “Don't!”
“Start sucking! Open your fucking whore mouth!” Geo screamed, rubbing her face in his crotch.
The smell was more than she could handle with her tender stomach, coupled with being pregnant and smells bothering her more than usual.
Heaving, she vomited on Davon’s legs.
Geo let her go in shock, and she dropped to the floor, throwing up her breakfast.
He sneered as she finally went still, swaying on the ground. “I guess she doesn’t like your mediocre dick after all,” he told Davon.
“Help her!” Davon demanded angrily. “She’s pregnant! You just shoved her nose in sweaty ballsack, dude! What did you think was going to happen?”
“Watch your fucking tone!” Geo growled, then backhanded Davon. “Mig, get her cleaned up! Let him go, Carlos. Go get cleaned up! Hurry up and get back in here, I have a job for you three!”