“Amaya, what is it now, babe?” I rolled my eyes, trying to prepare myself for whatever dramatics she was about to hit me with.
“You gotta want me dead, giving me this raw ass steak! I could just go bite the fucking cow for this shit!” I gave her the blankest stare, searching my brain for any sign that would indicate that she was a lunatic who wanted a well-done steak. I knew she was crazy as hell, so I should have known that part too.
“This is a $200 steak Amaya, I’m not turning this shit into beef jerky!”
“AndI’mnot eating raw steak.”
“It’s medium well!”
“It might as well be ‘medium-well-I ain’t-eating-that-shit!’” This time I laughed.
“Babe, at this point, you might as well just bite into the fucking table. I'm not cooking no leather boot ass steak.” I put my foot down because she was being ridiculous.
“I would rather eat a leather boot than this bloody steak. It’s fine. I can just eat the sides with some fruit,” she shrugged.
I glared at her spoiled ass, snatching her plate, going into the kitchen and turning her grill back on.
“You'resosexy when you give me exactly what I want,” she said, trying to butter me up with a huge smile. I did my best to burn the fuck out of that damn steak, and she tore it up like it was the best thing she ever tasted. I was annoyed for all of thirty minutes until she blessed me with some nasty, sloppy, disrespectful head that had me wanting to call upon the lord to confess to how I defiled one of his most beautiful angels.
We were dead asleep when the sound of her ringing phone echoed through the silent room. She picked it up, saw who it was and immediately sat straight up to answer.
“Hey, you okay” I watched her face frown up as she listened to the person on the other end. “Wait, what? Send me a pin, I’m on my way.” She was on her feet in an instant. “Do you need me to stay on the phone? Okay, get your stuff. I’m on the way now.” She hung up and went to her dresser, grabbing undergarments and quickly throwing them on. By that point I was on my feet getting dressed too. I didn’t know where the fuck we were going, but I knewwewere going.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. The look in her eye scared me a little. Whoever was on the other end of her rage was introuble.
“My niece just called. She said she’s at one of her friends’ house for a sleepover and all these boys showed up. She’s uncomfortable, but too scared to call her dad, so she called me to come pick her up.”
“Bet, let’s go.” I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, as she went to her closet, grabbing a black hoodie, sweats and a pair of black forces. Only her ass would have the crash out uniform right in the front of her closet.
“Why the fuck you got these?” I asked taking the shoes from her and looking them over.
“Why you think?” she asked with a deadly glare, having already thrown the clothes on. I quickly handed the shoes back because she probably lived a whole life of crime in them and Ididn’t want my prints traced back when they caught her crazy ass. We hopped in my truck as she put in the address for our destination.
“Can you drive this motherfucker?” she asked impatiently. She was leaned so far forward that if I would have even slightly tapped the brakes, her nose would be touching the dash.
“Amaya, I’m goin’ ten over the speed limit in a residential. You need to sit back and let me drive, because we can’t do shit for your niece if we get locked up.”
“Why would you immediately go to locked up instead of a ticket?”
“Because I know yo’ ass, and you would be the type to try to force me into a high-speed chase just so you can try to talk your way out of it later!” I said with a smirk. She didn’t answer. “So, sit yo’ ass back and ride.” She rolled her eyes and looked out the window. She could argue all she wanted, but shelovedwhen I shut her ass up. In minutes we were pulling up to a nice, two-story home with an Altima like mine parked out front. The sight made Amaya immediately roll her eyes before she texted her niece and hopped out. I followed suit, and by the time we made it to the front door, her niece Kadence was opening the front door with tears in her eyes.
“What happened?” Amaya asked, already on go.
“Nothing,” Kadence mumbled. “Can we go?”
“Hell nah, we’re not moving until you tell me what happened?”
Kadence looked back and forth between the two of us, then realized she wouldn’t win an argument with someone who got paid to do it for a living.
“They made fun of me. I told them that I wanted to leave, and they called me a baby,” she said. I had held a few conversations with Kadence over the past few weeks, and usually, she seemed like someone well beyond her years. Standing there in that doorway with her purple duffel bag and pajamas, she looked every bit of the twelve-year-old she was.
“What? Hell naw,” Amaya fussed as she walked right around her and into the living room, Kadence and I glanced at each other nervously before scrambling back in behind her. I scratched my head in confusion at the sight of the three clearly teenaged boys scattered throughout the room with the two obviously young girls, despite the heavy makeup and tight ass clothes they wore. If I had a belt on, I’d be taking it off to whoop everybody’s ass!
“Oh shit! It’s Chase Andrews!” One of the boys yelled.
“Lil’ nigga, how old are you?” I looked at him in disgust.
“I’m sixteen! Listen Chase, I’m a rapper, and my stage name is Garlic Bread! I know you be hangin’ with all the rappers and shit. You think you can put me on?” he asked as he hopped up and excitedly ran up to me.
