Maniac
THAT NIGHT
I stood out there on the porch, watching Wren’s tacky ass sky blue trailer as it sat in the corner of my yard.
I’on know why she thought I was playing when I gave her a timeframe to get her ass here.
She ain’t want to get with the program, so I had to go get my woman.
Yes, my woman. The moment I laid eyes on her, she became mine.
Her uncle just helped confirm the shit when he handed her over to me.
Ever since they dropped her shit off, she locked herself in the trailer and hadn’t come out. I wasn’t gon’ bother her for the time being. She’ll come out of there eventually, and when she does, we’ll have a talk.
Peeling away from the door, I jogged down the steps to my Maserati and hit the fob.
I’d wasted enough time just bullshitting around today.
Trayvon has been on my mind ever since he was blowing my phone up earlier about Wren.
I’m sure that’s what he wanted because he was calling right before they hooked the trailer up and left.
Wicked gave me strict instructions that it’s time I drop his ass and that’s exactly what I was about to do. Trayvon wasn’t a threat in my eyes, which is exactly why I’m going to see him without backup.
Hopping into my car, I pulled off, heading toward the gate. As I passed Wren’s trailer, I saw one of the lights flicker on. As I pulled out the driveway, a tow truck came in with her truck on the back of it. I figured that she’d want the raggedy mufucka here with her.
Turning onto the street, I headed to Spotless Kings Detailing to catch Trayvon before he left for the night. If he was gone, I’d have no other choice but to go by his house. I wasn’t letting another day go by without letting him know that he’s done for.
Pulling into the parking lot, I parked at the door next to Trayvon’s black BMW and got out the car. Tyree strolled past the door, not even noticing me approaching. I grabbed the door and it was locked. Probably because it’s pass closing.
Boom! Boom!
My fist banged on the door and Tyree came to it, wearing a scowl. His face softened when he realized it was me. Unlocking the door, he gripped it and pushed it out to me.
“Where’s Trayvon?”
“Is Wren safe?”
My jaw muscles stiffened. “Don’t answer my question with a got damn question.”
“He’s in the back. Now, is Wren safe?” I shoved him out the way and tread down the hallway in the direction of Trayvon’s office. “I just want to make sure that my sister is safe. I’m sure you’d want the same if you were in my shoes,” he tossed at my back, and I froze.
“She’s good,” was the only response he got out of me. I pushed Trayvon’s office door open and stepped inside. A woman stood next to his desk in a pair of black tights and a red jogger jacket.
Trayvon took one look at me and said, “Give us the room.”
She collected the paperwork off his desk and brushed past me out the room. I pulled the door up behind me and went over to his desk.
“Have a seat,” Trayvon spoke.
“What I got to say ain’t gon’ take too long.”
“Is it bad? Did something happen to Wren?”
Wren seems to be the only thing that they’re worried about.
“Nah. I came here to let you know that you’re out.”
“What! No!” He shot straight to his feet and rushed around the desk. “Please, Maniac.” This nigga looks like he’s ready to get down on his knees and beg.
“Not my decision. If it was up to me, you’d already have a bullet in ya,” I told him and exited his office, bumping right into Tyree. Gripping him by the back of the head, I shoved his nosey ass out the way, and his face smacked the wall.
“Maniac, you can’t do this to us!” Trayvon yelled behind me, but I kept striding. I’d come there for one thing and done exactly that. Whatever he needed to say, I ain’t want to hear it. Shit wasn’t gon’ change the decision that’s already been made.
When I made it back to the house, I noticed that Wren’s truck was gone, which means she was no longer inside. I stopped my car, parking it along the back of the trailer and hopped out.
Taking the steps up to the front door, I picked the lock and headed inside.
I wasn’t worried about her camera catching me, because she wasn’t connected to the internet yet.
I’d gotten her hooked up to the water and lights immediately after her trailer was dropped.
I wanted to see how long it was gon’ take her to ask me for the internet.
The house carried the sweet scent of strawberries mingled with warm vanilla.
My eyes bounced around the living room area.
It’s small and cozy. A cat purred as it ran past me and I jumped back, not even expecting that shit to be in there.
It kinda made sense. How she acted when I knocked the cat out the tree.
She was a cat lover. I can tell from the scratching post in the corner of the living room and the few toys scattered on the floor.
I sauntered down the hallway and found the first bedroom. It looked as if bubble gum exploded in here with a flower bouquet. Pink bedding. Pink furniture. Pink pictures on the wall. It’s safe to say that her favorite color is pink.
I opened one of the drawers and lucky me, it’s her panty drawer.
Removing the yellow thongs, I brought them up to my nostrils and took a huge whiff from them and stuffed it into my pocket.
I grabbed her black lace bra and removed my pocket knife from my pocket and cut the strap off and then tied the shit around my wrist.
Shutting the drawer, I opened her closet and saw different variety of clothing in there. It surprised me that everything wasn’t pink.
“I’m telling you, this man is insane,” I heard coming from the front of the trailer.
I hadn’t even realized that she’d made it back.
Not wanting to startle her, I slipped into the closet and pulled the door up, leaving just enough space where I can see out but not be seen.
“I’m telling you, Aria, I don’t know what they got me into, but I don’t know how this is gon’ work out,” Wren said as she passed the closet door.
She placed her purse on the dresser. I saw her beautiful face through the mirror from where I stood.
She wore a scowl. Wren may not want anything to do with me now, but I’m sure I’ll win her over.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, she stepped back from the mirror and turned toward me.
She slouched against the dresser, picking at her fingernails.
“It don’t matter that he’s kinda cute. I just don’t think this is gon’ work for me.
I’m about to take a shower. I’ll call you back,” she said and removed the phone from her ear and then tossed it onto the bed.
Sighing, she went into the bathroom, disappearing from my view.
The faucet could be heard from where I stood.
Wren exited the bathroom and pulled her shirt over her head.
She’s braless. My tongue swept my lips just from seeing her bare back.
She shimmed out of her pants and went back into the bathroom.
For a moment, I waited to ensure that she’d gotten in the shower before exiting the closet.
My intent was to leave out the door, but curiosity killed the cat.
I found myself standing in the bathroom doorway. Steam clouded the bathroom.
She likes scorching hot showers like me.
I took a step closer and could see her through the crack in the shower curtain. Wren stepped underneath the showerhead and the water rushed down on her perky breasts. My dick was brick hard, and that’s when I knew I needed to get the fuck outta here before I fuck the shit out of her.
Stepping back, I exited the bathroom and headed for the door before she got out and saw me in here. The last thing I wanted to do was scare the shit out of her again today.