I looked around because I wasn’t sure where I was. When the truck followed me, I just drove. “I’m on Second Street.”
“Come to me, Munch. You can drive, right?”
“Yes.”
My hands were shaky, but I was sure I could drive to his house. I realized I wasn’t that far from it.
“Come to me. I’ll even stay on the phone until you get here.”
Even though Kane stayed on the phone, we didn’t talk. He listened to the music that played on my radio. My hands shook as my heart raced. I kept checking the mirror, but I didn’t see anybody else out of the ordinary. I had no idea who could have done that to me. I didn’t bother anybody. I couldn’t tell my parents or Candace, because they would assume it had something to do with the Vipers, and I didn’t need them to think that.
Kane was on his porch with his hands in his pockets when I pulled up. The second I got out of my car, he was by my side.
I fell into his arms and cried. Like I weighed nothing, Kane picked me up and carried me bridal style into his house.
This was the second time Munch called me sounding like something was wrong. This time, it had me ready to set some shit on fire. Something or someone made her cry, and they would have to see me about hurting my Munch’s feelings. She sounded too shaken up for it to be something simple.
When she broke down, I carried her into the house. I didn’t need my neighbors minding our business and making assumptions about shit.
I sat on the couch with her on my lap when we entered the living room. Her sobs had turned into sniffles, but I still gave her time to get herself together.
A few minutes passed before either of us spoke. I just held her against my chest and rubbed her back.
“Are you ready to tell me what happened?”
“A big, black SUV followed me, then tried to run me off the road.”
My body stiffened briefly. Some shady shit was going on, and I didn’t like not knowing what it was or who caused it. I also didn’t like feeling like I’d failed Munch by not being able to protect her. My antennas rose, and I felt like whoever the guilty party was of killing my dad, and potentially Slim, they were trying to get rid of Munch. I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm myself down, because I wanted to go look for the person that did that shit.
“Were you able to get a license plate number?”
“No. I didn’t even see one.”
I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers through her hair. She’d taken her braids out and wore her hair in its natural state. I loved the loose curls in her hair.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll find out who it was. How about I run some bath water for you so you can relax? Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She hugged me, and I squeezed her tightly.
I couldn’t imagine something happening to her and not having her around. Nah, that couldn’t happen. I wanted Munch to be first lady of the Vipers one day. I wanted her in every capacity I could get her in.
I carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink so I could turn on the water. I had never done no shit like that, but I watched enough movies to know how to cater to a woman. While the water ran, I walked over to Munch.
“You okay?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
I kissed her forehead and pulled her shirt over her head.
“You don’t have to thank me for wanting to take care of you. I want you to be comfortable and relaxed around me. I need your nervous system to be good when you are in my presence.”
Munch smirked. “What you know about that?”
“I see enough shit on social media.”
We shared a laugh, and I helped her off the sink. When she was on her feet, I helped take off the rest of her clothes, then helped her into the tub.
While she soaked, I took her clothes to the laundry room to wash them. She wouldn’t need them until the next day, because I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. After I started the washer, I ordered a few things through an app. It wasn’t much, so hopefully, the stuff would arrive by the time Munch got out of the tub.
