Chapter 1 #2
“I got you. Five grand a game and I’ll have cash. One time, Trooper, one fucking time I didn’t have cash on me and you still bringing that shit up.”
“Hell yeah I am, ’cause you still haven’t paid what you owe me.”
The attendant slid out of my seat and we met at the front. I placed the fifty in his hand and he lit up like a little ass kid.
“Thank you, sir. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
He beamed as I nodded and slid into my truck. I inhaled, wanting to take my money back because my truck had a faint fruity smell and I had to adjust the seat because of his short ass, but I rolled with it. I wasn’t a nasty dude.
“You talking about me, how about you stop your fucking crying. I’ll settle up today, just don’t be late.”
I smirked as I pulled away from the curb. “What the fuck ever. I’m heading home now to change. I’ll see you there.”
“Aight, bet.”
I ended the call and dropped my phone into my lap.
I noticed my Bluetooth hadn’t automatically kicked in, so I glanced at the dash and noticed my system was on, just turned down.
That still shouldn’t have mattered though.
I frowned at the thought of this expensive ass shit being fucked up.
If it was, I’d be heading straight to the dealership tomorrow so they could fix it.
Relaxing a little more into my seat, I reached for the volume and turned it up.
That was when I really got confused. I damn sure didn’t know how the fuck a Beyoncé CD had ended up in my rotation.
I knew for sure I didn’t even own that shit.
See, this was why I didn’t like valet. They had no business fucking with my shit.
My eyes moved about the interior of my truck and I instantly discovered the reason my truck now had a fruity scent, tiny clips attached to the visor that I hadn’t put there.
I reached above my head and grabbed one, bringing it to my nose. Sure enough, that was the problem.
“The fuck is going on?” I mumbled, confused as hell.
Moments later, I was stopped at a red light and my mind went back to the valet station where I noticed a key that matched mine.
I was about to be mad as hell if I’d tipped his dumb ass and he gave me the wrong gotdamn truck.
I leaned forward enough to reach into my glove compartment and that was when I realized I had the wrong damn truck.
I should have been looking at about fifty K in cash, but instead, all I saw was the leather binder that held the vehicle manual.
Sitting on top of it was a registration card I grabbed and read… Sophie Prescott.
I was so fucking pissed I hadn’t even realized the light changed until I heard horns behind me.
Whoever the fuck it was had better been glad it was mid-morning on a Saturday or I would have likely jumped out and bodied their ass for being disrespectful enough to do that shit.
Yeah, I had anger management issues, but coming up the way I had, that was to be expected.
“Fuck!” My fist landed on the steering wheel as I floored it through traffic, hitting the corner to head back to the restaurant.
This was somthing I didn’t need. I didn’t like people in my shit as it was and I definitely didn’t want them driving it.
They’d better pray she was still there or I would likely own the damn place.
I lifted my phone and called Los back to let him know I would be late.
“Ay, give me an extra hour. Something came up.”
“Aight, bet, but you good? You sound madder than a muthafucker, bruh. You need me to come strapped up?” This fool. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll explain when I get there. You just be ready to ball.”
“Fuck off my line with that. I can handle your non-shooting ass.”
“Yeah, remember that shit when you’re handing over them stacks.” I didn’t even let him respond, I just hung up.
Ten minutes later I pulled up at the valet again. The little young dude looked at me all happy and eager until I hopped out and he saw my face.
“Uhh, is there a problem, sir?”
“Hell fucking yeah, there’s a problem,” I said, bypassing him and moving toward his stand.
“Yo, where the fuck is the other key?”
“What other key?” he asked in confusion.
I walked up on him and looked down while he looked up at me since I had him by about a foot and a half.
“The key to my truck. This ain’t my shit, playboy.
You gave me somebody else’s ride. How the fuck you even do that?
” I yelled, causing him to step back and almost fall, trying to create space between us.
“I… I… don’t know what you mean. That is your truck. I matched it to the ticket, sir.”
“Excuse me, is there a problem?” some bony ass, gay looking redhead dude asked, stepping between me and the valet.
“Hell yeah. This dumb fucker gave me somebody else’s truck and I suggest one of y’all stop asking me questions, take this shit, and bring me mine or I won’t be the one with the problem, you will.”
I took the remote in my hand and shoved it against the redheaded dude’s chest before I let it go. He was quick as hell though because he caught it.
“Sir, I’m going to ask you to calm…”
I mugged the fuck outta him and he shut that up quick as hell.
“Ricen, is what he’s saying possible?” The redhead dude looked at the valet who was now pale as fuck. Hell yeah, it was possible. His fucking name was Ricen. That shit screamed fuck up.
“No, I checked the ticket. I mean, well yeah, maybe. There was an identical vehicle, same make, model, and color, but I checked the tickets.” He glanced at me before he focused on the redhead.
“Obviously not.” I moved to the passenger door, pulled it open, and grabbed the registration. Shoving it into his face, I said, “This shit says Sophie Prescott. Do I look like a muthafucking Sophie Prescott? Just get my shit so I can go.”
“Ricen, just get Mr.…” He looked at me.
“Don’t worry about my fucking name, just get my shit,” I growled.
“Get this gentleman’s truck.”
“I can’t, it’s not here.”
“The fuck you mean it’s not here? How the fuck did that happen?” I yelled, taking a step toward him.
I swear this dude pissed on himself, but at this point, I didn’t give a fuck.
“The same way you didn’t notice, she hadn’t either. She left right after you.”
“Ay, you trying to call me stupid or some slick shit like that?” I grabbed him by his damn shirt and pulled him close to me.
“No… no, sir. I was just…”
I let his ass go, shoving him back at the same time.
“Fuck! This shit can’t be happening. Get your ass on the phone and call her.” I looked between the two and they looked at each other.
“We can’t. When you give your car to the valet, all we have is the ticket, sir. No personal…”
“You know what, fuck it. I’ll handle it myself, but trust me when I say, I’ll be back after I get my gotdamn truck. And if she so much as smudged the gotdamn door, somebody in this bitch is buying me a new one. I put that on everything.”
I snatched the key back then rounded the truck and hopped back in.
I pulled away from the curb so damn recklessly I almost hit another car head on.
At this point, I didn’t care. If I wrecked her shit, I could afford to replace it.
I just hoped her ass was home and not out driving around in mine like it was hers.