“Cum again, Bee!” I commanded. I had to have that feeling one last time for the night. Then, we could start this shit all over in the morning. She did as I asked and shattered into pieces. I was right there behind her. We showered, then moisturized each other. We climbed back into bed where I held her as we slept.
What was mere minutes later, I was woken up by my ringing phone. I checked the unidentified number on the screen, and the area code flashing on the screen jerked me alert.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hi.” Shyah’s shaky voice sounded barely above a whisper.
Panic sliced through me. Quickly, I sat up. “You okay, baby?”
“No,” she cried.
“Where are you?”
“I’m in the attic.” She rattled off the address as I climbed from the bed. All I thought about was death. “A friend from school gave me this phone, and I’m hiding behind some boxes to call you. They have cameras in here, and if they find the phone, they’re going to kill me.”
“No, they won’t. I’m on the way, aight? Check in with me every hour. Do you hear me?”
She sniffled. “Yes.”
“Aight. If I don’t answer, it’s cause I’m in the air. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“See you soon, baby.”
“See you soon,” she whispered, then hung up.
“Fuck!” I roared and wanted to crack the phone into pieces.
“Here, baby.” Bianca tossed me a black jogging set, then hustled back into the walk-in closet. She appeared seconds later with socks and a pair of sneakers. As I swiped the hoodie over my head, she went back into the walk-in closet. She reappeared with a duffle bag and watched me as I finished dressing.
Once I was done, she placed her hands on my chest, and I met her halfway for a kiss.
“I love you,” she uttered.
“I love you, too, mama.” I kissed all over her face a few times until the concern there dissipated.
“I’ll have a room ready for her before you make it back,” she stated.
“Aight. Get back in bed,” I told her. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead and lips before grabbing the duffle bag and rushing out of the bedroom. As I did so, I called Cooley first.
“I need the jet,” I told him.
“It’ll be on the tarmac,” he replied.
“Bet.” I hung up with him and texted Tyrese. Russ was here with Bianca, but I needed a second pair of eyes out here while I was away. My next text was to Dothan.
DB:I got you.
Inside the living room, my parents were on the sofa watching a movie. It didn’t matter that it was nearing ten. This was shit they normally did. When they saw me rushing toward my office, my pops got up and followed me.
“Where are you goin’?” he questioned.
Hurriedly, I gave him the footnotes of what the fuck was going on. Honestly, I didn’t have any time to waste. My gut told me to get to Shyah, and I didn’t listen to it. Now, I was frantic and needed to get to her as quickly as I could.
“I’m goin’ wit’ you,” he informed me.
“I am too,” my mama entered my office and added. Judging by their stoney expressions, neither was going to except me telling them no. Plus, a nigga didn’t have time to argue.
