I walked up and tapped the top of the bar. "Evening, ma'am. I'm here for Skinny Lou," I announced.
She nodded and topped off the mug of beer she had poured. Her customer greedily accepted his mug and downed it before she headed to the back.Damn, he was a drunk, or he'd had a hell of a day.
Minutes later, the bartender returned with two goons following her. One was tall, lanky, and tried to put on the toughest face he could muster. He carried two duffel bags of what I assumed was money. Or rather, the bags appeared to carry him because he struggled tremendously. The other goon was short and portly, smoking a cigar. From the suit he wore and the cigar he smoked, he had money.
"You must be the transporter. You're a lil' younger than I expected, but I heard good things about ya'. I'm Skinny Lou," he yapped.
"Age is only a number from what I learned. I'll take the package and be on my way," I replied.
"A man of business. I respect that." Skinny Lou looked at his partner. "Hand him the packages."
He did as he had been instructed. Once I had the bags, there seemed to be a look of relief on Skinny Lou's partner's face.
"Alright, gentlemen. Have a good night."
"Safe travels," Skinny Lou stated in a sly tone. The smirk on his face definitely matched the shiesty vibe he gave off.
I nodded and strolled out of the seedy bar. Occasionally, I looked over my shoulder until I made it to my car. When the bags were tossed in and placed in my secret compartment, I put my hand on my weapon until I climbed inside.
My eyes scanned the parking lot again. Most of the cars were there except for the SUV. It was gone. Maybe they'd had their fun and left. I did the same thing.
I drove with the music playing low. My car ate up the miles as I drove on the highway. My mind went back to Travel. I tried to fight it. When I worked, work was all I wanted to focus on, but I couldn't help it. Her smile made me weak. I started thinking about her figure in the brown skirt she wore on our date.
I'd barely had time to think about her long legs when bright headlights partially lit up my car. My car was fully tinted, so it wasn't as bright as it would be if I drove fishbowl style. I extended my side-view mirror to see if I could get a description of the person and the vehicle.
Rage filled me when I saw the red license plate cover on the SUV. Skinny Lou's words filled my head."Safe travels."This was a setup.
I'd never transported for him before, and this was indeed my last time. I had every right to be suspicious about they asses earlier. I'm glad I listened to my gut.
A shot was fired, penetrating my side-view mirror. I quickly exited my thoughts. It was time to do some gangsta shit. A few more bullets hit my car, and I swerved. My car was bulletproof, but I hated my baby was ruined. Somebody was definitely paying for the repairs.
I upped my piece from my waistband. I'd never be able to hit my target going forward and trying to steer. Them niggas fired at me again, hitting my back lights. I looked around my surroundings. The highway was mostly empty, and it was dark as hell. No cars were even in the vicinity of us, so I made my move. I swiftly busted a U-turn and faced them.
I lowered my window and aimed right at their tires. There was no way I'd waste any of my bullets. Their SUV swerved until it smacked a medium and flipped over.
I rapidly hit my brakes and threw my car into park. I then climbed out and rushed over to the smoking vehicle with my gun out. I opened the door and squatted. All three of them niggas bled from their heads, noses, and mouths, but they were still very much alive.
I smirked. "Boy, did y'all think y'all had a nigga. This ain't no street game. This is grown man business."
I fired my gun, and bullets filled all three of their chests. There wasn't an ounce of remorse in me. They tried me, and now I'm the last man standing. I jogged to my car and sped off.
Three hours later, I arrived at the drop-off spot in Indianapolis. I gave the supplier the rundown and received a hefty tip for the damage done to my car. I'd barely made it out of the parking lot before he sent his goons to pay Skinny Lou a visit. The shit was out of my hands now.
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"Run, Junior. Run! I yelled.
"Let's go, god baby! All the way! Yeah!" Travel screamed at the top of her lungs with Deshoni perched on her hip.
Junior had just scored another touchdown. It was the last one of the game. He was the best running back his high school had seen in years. I don't know where he got his skills. June didn't have an athletic bone in her body, and although I was in great shape, I never played sports in high school. My ass was always in the streets. Had I stayed in school long enough, I could've made something more of myself. It was cool, though. I was a kind person and a bomb ass father, which were two things that no one could take from me.
Junior's teammates hugged him and cheered for their victory. I looked down when Travel's arm wrapped around my waist. She continued to cheer happily for her first baby, as she said at times. I held her back and kissed the top of her head. She smelled so good. It was chilly as hell out here, yet I couldn't keep my eyes off how the wind blew her long, dark hair in my direction.
The moment she gave me the green light to make love to her, that hair was the first thing I planned to wrap around my hand. My mind traveled to all the ways I wanted to dominate her body. I'd barely had time to bask in my fantasies when there was a tug on my sleeve.
I looked down. Travel pointed to the left. June stood next to the bleachers with her arms folded. She wore the meanest mug I'd ever seen. It was evident that she was livid.
June looked between Travel and me. I could sense the wheels in her head playing tug-of-war. She had already created the worst possible scenarios in her head, and she was ’bout to let us have it.
