Tone glanced at me quickly; he probably recognized the shift with me. I felt it within myself but never cared to recognize it. Whenever something drastically was about to change or affect my everyday life, there was a shift. A feeling that took over me that couldn’t be denied. Tonight’s shift was all the confirmation that I needed to prove that she was a new important piece.
“Clean?” He asked, with his bushy brows raised.
“She’s naïve…” I smirked, never taking my eyes off her.
“She has no idea what this world is yet.” I said, snatching the blunt from him.
I lit it and pulled slowly. Tone leaned back and grinned, the look of amusement shined bright in his eyes.This ain’t no fuckin show Tone,I thought to myself.
“You want her.” He stated, not a question, just fact.
I did want her, all of her. First, she needed to be cleansed and rid of the unnecessary baggage that made a part of her ugly. She was ruining her life expectancy with whatever poison she relied on; she should have known that. My eyes landed on her ankles; I moved them up to her thick thighs that spread from her sitting in the chair.So much fucking meat to grab onto, I wonder how she’ll smell when I sit her up on my shoulders?
My dick instantly swelled against my thigh and came to life.
I want her, fuck that! I got to have her by tonight!
I let a cloud of smoke out slowly, watching it swirl in the dim light before drifting in the direction of the stage.Fuck it, no need to toy around about this anymore, she looks like she needs saving.
I eyed Tone, he was dressed for the occasion of what tonight would bring.Kidnap.Tone wore all-black everything, including Dre. We didn’t come here to look appealing; we came here to collect. I personally made the decision that my collection would add a cherry on top to the debt that Ricky owed me…Her.
“Get her name.” I said, handing the blunt back. My eyes never left her.
“Find out what or who she’s scared of, who she loves, and who loves her. If they’re anybody you think that I can use as a sacrifice for her because they mean her no good, bring them to me. I want to know where she goes when she’s done here, and anything else attached to her.” I looked over at him when I was done saying all of my demands.
Tone nodded, he pulled out his phone and started typing fast. I watched her finish the song; her last note was a little off. Finally, she stepped off the stage, violin in hand, her curls stuck to her sweat slicked neck. She didn’t look towards my section, but she felt me. I was sure of it by the way she moved.
She moved fast, slipped through the crowd ignoring men that reached for her. She swatted a few hands away that grabbed hand fulls of her hefty ass. My jaws clenched tight as I watched on.I could snap their fucking necks before the night is over.
With her head down, she clutched her violin case to her chest. Her thick lips pressed tightly together like she was holding in something that needed to be said. I watched her until she disappeared down the dark hallway towards the locker rooms. I knew this place inside out; I practically owned the place since Ricky the owner had turned into a crackhead. He owed me lots of money, the only reason he was still breathing was because of his closeness to my Pops.
My heart rate accelerated then I smiled, a small cold smile that never reached my eyes. Because I knew, even before I hadher name, before I found out where she laid her head at night, before I knew what made her break…she was mine.
A new piece on my board.
FEEL THE FEAR FIRST, THEN EMBRACE IT…
Later that night….
After the club emptied, I stayed in the VIP, watching her as she pulled on a black hoodie over her tank top. Her curls were tucked into the hood as she slipped out the side door into the rain. Tone looked at me, smirking.
“You want us to get her now?”
I shook my head and leaned forward elbows on my knees, my eyes sharp on the exit.
“Not yet.”
I wanted her to feel the fear first then embrace it. She needed to feel the shift in the air when I was near. It was imperative for her to understand that she was living on borrowed time, that her freedom was already gone. It belonged to me…
I stood, adjusting my Glock on my waist. I pulled my hood up and stepped out into the rain. I followed her, quietly and patiently. There was no need to rush shit, good things came to the best of us when we waited. Tonight, she took her first step onto my board. Playtime.
Rain on Fig hit different. It smelled like hot concrete, old piss mixed with used condoms, and gutter water. Ungodly things were done in this alley, a few men died by my hands when they didn’t comply here.
It felt like I was born in the rain, then baptized in the gutter water when my Pops bled out in that old trap house. When I was young, it constantly felt like I got poured down on with rain, sorrow, and confusion. I conquered that feeling, now the sound of the rain hitting the street was like music to my ears. Tone finally got back to me with her name, the rest of her information, I planned on looking through later.
Tonight, the music was her.Mira Laurent.She didn’t know I was so close, if I wanted this short chase over with, I could have jogged slowly and snatched her myself.
By now, she was scared, fear probably shivered down her spine. I knew she felt it because fear made people move faster without knowing why. She clutched that violin case to her chest like it would save her. Her hoodie was soaked, her jeans stuck to her thick thighs as her shoes slapped in puddles as she cut down the alley behind a liquor store.
