“I’m not. You threw that good shit at me knowing what the fuck it was hitting fo. What? You need help moving or something?”
Actually, I do, but getting back on the dick you just handed out would put me out of commission and not the other way around.
Without giving me time to process anything further, I was being scooped up and carried away to the shower. He turned on the shower how I taught him and allowed the lukewarm water to drench our bodies. I already knew what was to come, and I welcomed it with open arms.
Time passed by and we’d moved from the bed to the shower every few hours not caring about the mess made. It wasn’t until five in the morning when he finally drifted off. I fought my sleep like it was the last bitch in the ring. I had so many second thoughts about this move simply because over the last few hours, I felt like me and Black had gotten closer. I mean, I had so much of his nut in me I could make a toaster strudel jealous.
Nevertheless, the time had come for him to get the hell out of my house and pay for the crimes he’d committed. His arm was around my waist while he snored like a hibernating bear completely naked in my bed. He was out like a light and that boosted my ego. I knew I had some good shit, but I didn’t think it was laced with Nyquil for real.
Slowly moving his arm, I crept out the bed and out the room. I too was in nothing but my birthday suit. However, I kept a pair of gym clothes in the trunk of all my cars. I did a light jog downstairs to the garage closing the door behind me. So many emotions coursed through me at once that all I could do was cry. Finally, this nightmare was coming to an end.
The car I hopped in was my 2025 Peanut Butter Camaro. It was the only car in my garage with OnStar. It was also the car the furthest away from the door leading into the house. If I was to get caught, I would have enough time to at least press the button and alert the police. The red SOS button was pressed, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off the door while it connected.
“Connecting to OnStar Emergency.” I waited nervously until someone was on the line. I swear I felt my heart drop whenI thought I heard a noise. “This is Olivia Warner with OnStar. Where’s the emergency?”
“At 13 Cadence Lane. I have an intruder who’s held me hostage for days at a time. Please send the police,” I whispered.
“Is the intruder armed?”
“Yes.”
“Are you or anyone else in the house hurt?”
“No. Send someone now. I’m not going back in there,” I stated.
“Where are you ma’am?”
“In my garage, in the car. If I knew what he did with my keys, I would’ve been gone. He’s far from slow or stupid. Send someone now and please, no sirens,” I begged.
“Help is on the way,” she assured me.
Thank God. Black, I’m sorry, but this had to be done. People are suffering because of you.
CH. 10
GENESIS
“SPD. Let me see your hands!” I stirred in my sleep ‘cause I knew the bullshit I was hearing had to be in my dream. It hadn’t been long since I got done fuckin’ Brat’s ass down to the floor, so I was a lil’ startled as well as confused. “Hands now!” was shouted at me again as a flashlight waved around in my face blinding me. I wanted to reach for my gun in the nightstand but that would lead to me looking like a bowling ball within seconds. “Hands!”
“Aight, damn!” I yelled back.
The covers were snatched off my body leaving all of me on display like I was ready to be used as someone’s muse.They got you cornered, Black.
Standing, I turned around and dropped to my knees. My hands were put behind my head as I wore a grimacing smirk. This was my first time ever in cuffs. Normally, I didn’t give twelve a chance to do shit but this time I really couldn’t avoid them.
I scanned the room for Brat, and she was nowhere in sight. It didn’t take long for me to put two and two together. I let my guard down after the fact I stayed to help her shady ass. I knewthat all it took was one time for me be off my square for her to show her ass. It was cool though. Shawty was sending me on my way with a hell of a goodbye.
“Can a nigga at least put some fuckin’ draws on? I don’t like the way this nigga keeps looking at my dick,” I said pointing out the gay ass cracker that not once looked me in the eye.
“Uh, yeah. Where are they?” he questioned.
“He doesn’t own anything here.” I looked toward the voice that called my name for hours. I wasn’t supposed to feel it, but I did. The betrayal was hitting a nigga like we were really locked in. “But he can get a pair of my clothes,” she offered.
My gaze stayed on her as she disappeared through the bathroom doors and returned with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for me. She handed them over to the officer and backed out of the room. I wasn’t even mad at Brat for doing what she needed to do. A nigga was more upset with himself for allowing another person’s life to affect his own. I knew better than that.
“You called them, right?” I asked her. She was bold enough to call them. I wanted that same boldness in answering me. Dropping her head, she nodded. “What I tell you ‘bout that? Use your words, Brat.”
Lifting her head, she looked me in my eyes and said, “Yes, I did. You need to do time for the things you’ve done.”
