“A cup of water to drink.”
“And to eat?”
“Give me a minute.”
“Sure. I’ll be right back with that water.”
I settled in and prepared to stalk my prey for the remainder of the day.
Night had fallenbefore they emerged from the plaza. I’d managed to take a trip back to Dooley to switch cars and have a full meal at Pizzoni’s, the pizza shop.
Four cars behind Hyph and the nigga she’d just had spend a fucking bag or two on her, I watched us pass the bridge that led to the underside of the city. That led to home. That led to the jungle.
With a twisted face, I continued following them into the suburbs. Out of the city. The scenery changed. Unfortunately, my mind hadn’t.
We entered Huffington Mills and continued north. Near the hills, at a home on the corner with a manicured yard, a two car garage, perfectly green grass, and windows higher than my entire home.
Bingo.
I watched the couple exit the car. Silently, I slid the mask down my face. The engine of my mother’s Kia was still running when I hopped out, draco in my hand. I waited until the lame ass, duck ass nigga opened the front door and let Hyph in before forcefully pushing my way into the home.
“What the–”
“Hm?” Hyphen was clueless. So was her duck.
She’d plucked the nigga already. It was my turn.
I hit him across the head, knocking him out cold. He went down like a sack of bricks. I kicked his legs out of the way and closed the door behind me.
Hyphen stared at the floor, repulsed by the man on the ground. She looked back up at me, fear in her eyes.
“I have six hundred dollars in my handbag. It’s yours. Just let me get the fuck out of here alive.”
Her hands were in the air. The cracking in her voice cracked my heart. I couldn’t stand to see this discontent in those big brown eyes.
I stepped over the dead weight between us. My fingers wrapped around her neck as I pulled her closer. She softened upon my arrival. As the revelation hit her, I pressed my lips against hers, shoving my tongue down her mouth. She accepted me.
Her mouth was warm. Just like her touch. She tasted like the Juicy Fruit gum she chewed often. I savored her sweetness as I pulled back, wiping my lips. I’d made a mess.
“You’re insane,” she breathed out, breathlessly.
“And, you’re mine. I don’t know what part of that shit you not getting.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Robbing this nigga, Trouble. Fuck it looks like?”
“Trouble? Robbing?”
“Him and every other nigga I catch you with.”
“F–”
“Shhhhh.” I placed a finger over her lips.
“Now go sit your fine ass up and be ready to nurse this nigga back to reality,” I instructed, taking off down the hall, prepared to hit every spot I assumed he’d be holding cash.
I snatched Hyphen’s bag off her arm in the process. The motherfucker was big enough to hold anything I came across in the crib.
