Shawty was dark chocolate how I liked them, and her face was flawless. It was blemish free with no signs of acne in sight. Her eyes were big and brown but damn near lifeless. I didn’t know if that was from fearing me or if she truly ain’t have shitin her life that granted her a spark. Lips were full and succulent while her nose was small like a button. Shawty was too damn pretty for her own good. She seemed to be even toned from top to bottom as well. Her nails were French tipped with her toes matching and the only ring that sat on her finger was Chanel.
Oh, you got bread aight. It’s too many luxury brands surrounding you shawty.
“Are you going to tell me or not? That’s the least you can do.”
“Black, and yours?” I responded in a softer tone.
“That’s not your name but whatever. Mine is Cheyonne. I have fibromyalgia for the last time. Look the shit up on your own time but in the meantime, you can hand me the crutch out my trunk or carry me inside. You choose, and I’d really appreciate it if you got your gun out my face. I’m not going anywhere.”
She lowkey had a nigga mesmerized. My dumbass couldn’t drop my smirk for nothing. I put Tamera away then reached in and unbuckled her seatbelt. She whispered thank you in my ear before I pulled back. I decided to carry her inside. I had shit to do and folk to hit. We were wasting time sitting here carrying on like this.
“Ain’t no thang.”
I draped her arm over my shoulders and noticed she hissed as if she was in pain. My right arm circled around her waist while my left scooped underneath her legs. “Don’t move so fast. It hurts,” she groaned.
“How I’m supposed to do this shit then?”
“You’re doing it, Black, just don’t move so fast. Damn, you ain’t never cared for a fuckin’ woman before?”
“Nah, I ain’t never cared for no special, it’s a difference,” I threw back.
“You are such a sad case for a fuckin’ man. Take me inside to my bedroom please. I’d rather lay down than sit up… and stopcalling me special. I have more needs than others at times, but I’m notspecial.”
Slamming the driver’s door, I ignored what she was talking ‘bout and entered the door I assumed led inside. Walking down the long hallway, a chocolate musk surrounded us. I could tell she cared a lot about her personal space. It smelled like her in a way. Stepping through another door, I was hit with an open floor. Shawty had damn near little to nothing in this bitch. It was like she designed it that way. There was more open space than it was furniture, but it was comfy at the same time.
“Where to?”
“The stairs are around the corner and my bedroom is the first door on the right down the right hall.”
“You got kids and shit?” I asked. It was too much house for there not to be other muthafuckas in the picture.
“That really doesn’t matter now does it? You’ve forced your way into my home regardless and since I’m in an immobile state, I’m sure you plan on going from room to room to see what’s up. Just put me in bed so I can try and tolerate this pain.”
She had a smartass mouth and as much as it was irritating, it was just as sexy. Shawty was in a lion’s den and still had the nerve to speak like she was the one with the upper hand. The bitches I was used to dealing with were nothing more than people pleasers or should I say ready to please me. They didn’t back talk like she did, and they damn sure didn’t test me the way she had since we got to her crib. I liked this shit if I was being honest.
I followed her directions and stepped inside her bedroom. It was just as spacious as the rest of the house. Her bed was bigger than a muthafucka and she had so many mirrors in that bitch it was crazy. My thoughts instantly went to how many movies she made in front of them hoes. It was only right to capture the moments cause I damn sure would’ve had a fuckin’ ball.
Laying her on the bed, a lone tear fell down the side of her face. I didn’t know if it was from her life temporarily belonging to me now or the fact that she was really in pain. I lowkey felt sorry for her if it was the latter.
“What now?” I questioned towering over her.
“Leave me alone and get out my house while you at it.”
“No can do, shawty. I’m ‘bout to make myself at home. I ain’t leaving until I’m good and ready.”
“My name is Cheyonne, not shawty,” she corrected me.
“I really don’t give a fuck. All you need to do is lay yo’ crippled ass right there and welcome your guest with open arms whenever they decide to move ‘cause I ain’t going no fuckin’ where until I’m good and goddamn ready.”
Walking away, I shut the door behind me. If she was telling the truth about being immobile, she wasn’t going nowhere no time soon. Plus, everything that could get her out of here was down in the car. Her phone, purse, and keys were far from reach. I ran back down to her whip going for my laptop first. I had to jam everything in this bitch right the fuck now. I wasn’t taking no chances with shawty.
I pulled out my shit sitting it on the seat. I went to pecking seeing the spoiled ass brat had cameras, alarms, and plenty of other devices that could send signals to the outside world minutes later. I shut all that shit down. It was just me and her for the next few days.
All that shit she bought was left in the front seat. I powered off her phone, grabbed my book bags, and made my way back inside. She was right about one thing. Going from room to room was only right. I needed her isolated until I had everything under control. It was too many moves to make before I could get back to the Peaks.
The buyer for the diamonds was gon’ be in Sage Springs anywhere in the time frame of the next four days. He would hitme when he touched down. I only had one chance to get these stones off and shawty was tucked in the boonies. It was nothing to use her crib as a tradeoff then get the fuck on afterward.
I searched her entire crib collecting her MacBook, backup phones, iPads, Alexa’s, and every other electronic device I came across. They were put into one of her spare bathroom’s tubs full of water. She wouldn’t be needing any of that shit no time soon. Plus, she had cake. She could repurchase all this shit again.
