Maniac
THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON
The day before, I broke into Wren’s trailer again and fixed some of the things that I noticed was wrong the last time I was in there. I’m surprised that she texted and said thank you for it.
My phone vibrated and I reached over and grabbed it off my desk.
Murda: It’s ready.
Me: On my way.
I’d been sitting at the office most of the day, trying to prepare us for the event that’s coming up.
Solei has been working hard and running a few things by me to make sure that it’s what I wanted.
I couldn’t wait for everyone to get their hands on the new cognac.
The shit fire as fuck—something that I worked on by myself.
A knock at my door grasped my attention. Looking up, I saw Grim standing in the doorway. “Yeah?”
He entered the office and took a seat in the leather chair in front of my desk. “I’m actually ’bout to head out,” I told him, so he wouldn’t get too comfortable.
“I wasn’t staying long. I just came to let you know that I handled that problem.” He brushed his hand through his loose shoulder length locs.
“Good. I ’preciate it,” I said as I lifted to my feet. That’s Grim’s job, he made problems disappear. Anything that went on dealing with the family and business, he was the man to go to.
Without uttering another word, he got up and exited the office with me directly behind him. I locked up because I didn’t know how long I was gon’ be gone or if I was even gon’ make it back to the office today. Exiting the building, I climbed into my Ferrari and headed for the chop shop.
When Wren sees her truck, she’s gon’ be so fucking excited. Hopefully, she’s appreciative of me fixing everything on it for her and don’t be too angry when she finds out that I’m the one who stole the truck in the first place.
Wren and I weren’t close as I’d hope by now. I’m trying to give her the space for her to give in on her own. I’m certain that once she let’s go and just goes with the flow, everything will align. Wren is meant to be with me, and she’ll see it soon or later.
Pulling up to the chop shop, I got out and headed to the door. Murda poked his head out and beckoned for me. This nigga was covered in black shit all over his white shirt and khaki pants. I’ll never understand why he preferred to work on cars.
“Let me hear it,” I told him, and he opened the driver’s door and hopped inside. The truck started on a drop of a dime. Something that I know Wren would appreciate now. It sounded good as fuck. I can’t lie.
“What this girl mean to you anyway that she got you out here doing shit like this?” Murda questioned me when he climbed out the truck.
“All you need to know is that she Mrs. Saint-Mercier.”
“Nigga, you ain’t married.”
“Yet. Don’t forget the other yet. Let me get my woman her truck.”
“Nigga…” He stepped out the way, and I hopped into the truck.
It didn’t take me long to make it to the house. Wren was sitting out on the porch with a Nintendo Switch in her hand. She hadn’t noticed me ’til I got close up on the trailer. When she saw me stop the truck, she bolted to her feet and ran down the steps.
“Oh, my God, you found it!” she screamed and bounced on her tippy toes as I opened the door for her.
“It was never lost.”
The excitement drained from her frame. She was no longer bouncing and the smile she once wore had vanished. “What you mean it wasn’t lost?”
“I had it the whole time.”
She shoved me in the chest and my body didn’t even budge. “You had it this whole time!”
“I knew something was wrong with it, so I put it in the shop to get fixed.”
“You had me worried sick about my truck, helped me looked for it and you had it this whole time!” She shoved me again, which was surprising. She didn’t seem like the type of person that would do something like that.
“I knew that you wouldn’t willingly let me get it. I asked you if you needed help that morning when it wouldn’t start and you told me no.”
“You still could’ve told me that you had it. I was worried that I’d never see it again. You know how much this truck means to me.”
“You’re right, I should’ve told you.”
“That’s all I’m saying.” She climbed into the driver’s seat and revved the engine. “It sounds good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
A horn blared, and I looked over to see Murda pulling my car into the driveway. He stopped behind the truck and let the window down.
“I’m coming,” I told him and turned my attention back to Wren. Just like I knew it, she’ll come around. Nobody can resist me for long. “I gotta bounce,” I told her and strolled to the car, getting into the passenger seat.
“So, that’s Mrs. Saint-Mercier, huh?” Murda asked with a chuckle as I shut the door.
“Damn straight,” was my response.