“That’s what you say.”
He placed Jhyrah on her feet and then grabbed my hand. “Baby, look at me.”
I turned away. He grabbed my chin and titled my head in his direction. He looked directly into my eyes. “You know that I love you. Everything that I do is for us. So, believe me when I say that I have thought about this shit all day long. So, I know in my heart that you can pull this off. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have brought this to you. Just please tell me that you really got your man’s back.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know, Jahrein. I just don’t know.”
After talking it out for hours and weighing all the pros and cons, I made a decision. I agreed to let Jahrein tape over two hundred thousand dollars to my body and then take a plane ride. And when the day came for us to take that flight I threw up a couple of times out of nervousness. We dropped the babies off at Red’s and I kissed them good-bye right before we headed home to prepare for our trip.
Jahrein took his time in taping layers of money all over my body. There was money everywhere; even between my thighs. I placed on two layers of clothes to cover up the lumpiness. We sat in complete silence as we rode to theairport. I didn’t know if I should be pissed with him or what. I was taking a risk like no other in the name of love.
I took a deep breath as I went ahead of Jahrein as we walked through the airport and boarded the plane. We decided that it was best that he didn’t walk with me because a young black couple in the airport would become direct targets. I was looking at everybody around making sure that no one was looking at me.
I was thanking God every five seconds once I made it safely on the plane. Jahrein was seated somewhere else so he couldn’t comfort me. I was paranoid and couldn’t get relaxed. I was fully aware of my surroundings and any sudden movements made my heart skip a beat.
It seemed like it took forever for the plane to finally land. As I exited the plane I spotted Jahrein and he nodded for me to go ahead. Once we were in the airport we rejoined at baggage claims just like we planned. We grabbed our luggage and headed for the pick-up area.
Waiting for us outside in a Range Rover was Jose and one other man. We hopped in the truck and were off to where I didn’t know. While Jose drove I stripped down to my underwear and Jahrein ripped the tape off of me. Thankfully, I’m not a hairy person because that tape would’ve fucked me up.
“You did good, Jahrein.” Jose said with his thick accent from the front seat as Jahrein removed the stacks of cash from my body. I could feel his eyes watching me. I still hadn’t told Jahrein about him trying to holler, because I knew how stupid he could be when it came to things like that. I didn’t want him making enemies with the Colombians over some petty shit.
Jahrein simply nodded.
“Your beautiful woman came through. Eh?”
“Yes, she did.” He said as he gazed at me, eyes thanking me.
Yeah, that nigga better have been appreciative.
Eventually, we pulled up in front of this beautiful ass home sitting on the bay. There was an access gate to even get onto the property.
“Nosotros Aqui.” Jose said into the intercom. Then the gate slid open.
There were exotic cars everywhere like Lamborghinis to Ferraris. You didn’t see a lot of those kinds of cars back in Houston. I figured that there was some kind of party going on because there were too many cars to belong to only a few people.
I felt like I was in some kind of gangsta movie or some shit. We entered into the home through the front door and there was this huge buff man standing at the entrance with a long riffle.
“Big Pedro.” Jose patted the buff man on the shoulder as we walked passed him.“Come on, let’s go out back to the pool.” He smiled as he looked back at us. “They’re having a party.”
As we followed Jose I quietly checked out the décor of the home. Everything seemed so expensive from the huge floor to ceiling aquariums to the solid gold light fixtures.
As we grew closer to the pool area I could hear several voices outside. There definitely was a full-fledged party going on. When we stepped outside I saw half naked women everywhere. The women were from different races, but all had nice bodies and exotic looks. There were all kinds of men around too. I saw a few white men, black, and of course Colombian.
I felt so damn frumpy in my baggy sweats while the other women looked at me like I was some kind of rag doll. Jose walked us over to a table where a group of men were playing cards.
“Diego, this is the guy that I wanted you to meet.” Jose said to a balding pop bellied Colombian man.
“Jahrein.” The man chuckled as he clasped his hands together. “We’ve been waiting for you.” He paused and glanced over at me. “Is this your woman?” he asked Jahrein.
“Yes.” He nodded.
“Nice to meet you, Bonita senorita.” He smiled.
“Hi.” I smiled back.
“Maria.” He waved some gorgeous Spanish looking chick over. “This is…” he looked at me. “What’s your name, mami?”
“Raven.”
