“What’s going on?” I approached them and asked.
“I’m looking for Aria Hollister,” the guy said.
“Who are you?”
“Are you Aria?”
“Yeah.” I ain’t want to tell him because I didn’t know who the fuck he was, but Maniac’s crazy ass was here with us, and I knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to me off the strength of Wren despite our differences.
“I have a delivery for you. Can you come outside?”
“But I didn’t order anything.” I looked back at Wren, and she got up from her seat.
“What’s going on?” she asked me.
“He said that he has a delivery for me, but I didn’t order anything and how you even find me here?” There were so many questions that needed to be answered.
“It’s a delivery from a Mr. Saint-Mercier.” My eyes bulged from my head.
“He didn’t,” I said and headed for the stairs.
I had told Wicked a couple days ago that my birthday was coming up. He asked me what I had planned for it and I told him that I was just going to go out for a bit and that’s about it. I never really do too much for my birthdays. Over the years, they hadn’t really been the best. My narcissistic ass mama used to make it her mission to destroy my birthdays. I’d just gotten to where I’d do something after I had Zion.
I ran as fast as I could to the exit to see what was waiting for me on the other side of the door. Soon as I pushed the door open, the wind slapped me in the face. Parked on the back of a tow truck is a pink G-Wagon. My head whipped back to the guy who exited the building behind me.
“Is this the delivery?” My heart leaped to my throat. I just know this man didn’t.
“Yes, ma’am. Where do you want me to drop it?”
Pressing my fist to my mouth, I breathed deeply and then asked, “So this is really mine?”
“Yeah, you just have to sign for it.”
He opened the passenger door, jumped up into the truck and grabbed a clipboard. I grabbed the clipboard with trembling hands and signed my name on the line. He went over to the back of the tow truck and let the back down.
“Aria?” Wren called out my name, and I turned to face her. “What’s going on?”
“This man just bought me a fucking truck.” I stood there, staring at the man as he removed the G-Wagon off the back of the truck with my mouth wide open. In that moment, all theliquor that I’ve been drinking prior disappeared from my blood stream. I’m completely sober and well aware of what’s going on.
I ran over and handed the guy the clipboard and checked out the inside of the truck. It’s pink and white. This truck had to have been custom made.
Removing my phone from my clutch, I dialed Wicked’s number. He picked up on the fifth ring.
“You enjoyed yo’ birthday?”
“You bought me a fucking truck?”
“You like it?” From the tone of his voice, I can tell that he was smiling.
“I can’t believe you bought a truck!”
“Aria, that’s light work.” This man was really making crazy moves while behind bars. He really is that nigga. “Did you check the glove compartment?”
I climbed into the truck and pulled the glove compartment open. Inside was stacks up cash. I’m not even sure how many was in there, they started falling out soon as I opened it. This is insane.
“Happy birthday, beautiful. I gotta go.” The phone beeped, letting me know that he’d hung up. That’s it. I was wrapping up my birthday and taking my ass home at this point. The last thing I wanted was for someone to try and rob me for that money.
My fingertips glided around the steering wheel. “Is this real?” I asked Wren as she stood there next to me.
