“Cause, I told you too.”
“You told me too?” I scoffed at his audacity. “I don’t know who you think I am, but money don’t move me and it won’t get you some pussy. Run back to ya wanna be bourgeois bitch and leave me alone.”
Marlo laughed but his expression was anything but funny. “Never in my life have I ever had to pay for pussy. A nigga wanna help ya prideful ass but you wanna make this somethin’ it ain’t. You gotta shut the fuck up sometime before you block ya blessin’ and I would hope if I was tryna pay for ya pussy it would be worth more than eighty dollars. Unless ya shit trash then I would understand.” He shook his head at me as he made his way out the store.
Leaving me standing there stuck on stupid because I was trying to figure out if I should follow him outside to cuss him out some more. Or if I needed to be committed, the way my pussy came to life from the authority of his words had to mean something is wrong with my head. I real life wanted to jump on this counter and offer this nigga my pussy because he checked me.
My encounter with Marlo left me frazzled and I needed to regroup. I walked over to the front door locking it and making sure my skoolie was still there before I went into the bathroom. I need to splash some water on my hot ass to calm down. After using the restroom and washing my hands I gave myself a peep talk in the mirror. Once I felt my nerves relaxing, I headed back out to unlock the doors.
What the fuck?I felt myself about to explode as I saw my skoolie was gone. It was just there before I went to the bathroom. Without thinking twice, I ran outside and tears started to cloud my vision. All I could think about was Sunshyne.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Are you okay,” Some nigga asked me grabbing my arm stopping me from moving forward.
“Di-did you see a tow truck with a bus?” I stuttered trying to hold on to reality and not lose my mind.
“Yeah, uh it was on a B&B Tow truck. You just missed it. I can give you a ride if you need it. No funny shit.” He said with a look of sympathy on his face.
A rage that I never felt filled my body as I realized Marlo was the one who towed my skoolie. I wanted to punch him in the fucking face. I swear if anything happened to my baby he would feel my fucking wrath. Without a second thought I got in the car praying he was actually sincere and would take me to the tow yard.
Chapter 7
Marlo Wattson
The broad from the store had a nigga smiling and frownin’ at the same fuckin’ time. Ion know how she managed to piss me the fuck off the way she did. I wasn’t the type of nigga who let shit get on my nerves but her sayin’ I was tryna get some pussy by giving her a little bit of money pissed me clean the fuck off. I didn’tpay for pussy and if I did eighty dollars wasn’t shit. She was too pretty to be valuing herself so low. If anything, she shoulda been offended that was all I was giving. Keepin’ it a buck I would have given her more if her ass would have said the word. I couldn’t explain why but I felt drawn to her mean ass and it wasn’t cause I wanted no pussy from her. I just wanted to help her. The look in her eyes told me she’d been through a lot, and I wanted to be the one to help her find peace.
“Nigga, you hear me,” Mikael’s annoyed voice brought me from my thoughts.
“Yeah, my bad. I just finished logging all the information. Imma lock the shop back up and be outta here.”
“Alight call me in the Morin’ my nigga. Be safe.” Mikael yawned into the phone; he was a night owl. Him being up at 2 in the morning wasn’t shocking. I swear that nigga ran on no sleep cause he’d go to sleep at four then be right back up at seven.
“Always,” I replied then hung up.
It was my week to be on call for late night tows. All my employees rotated being on call for one week outta of the month. It worked out where we’d only have to do one week every three months if we stayed fully staffed. Whenever Mikael or I was on call we’d check in with each other to make sure we were good. Being in this industry wasn’t light work. Muthafuckas loved to show they’re ass when it came to their cars. I done had to put one to many niggas on their asses for trying me. But eventually it paid off, filling my bank accounts with money. That’s all I gave a fuck about.
After towing this school bus, a nigga was ready to go home and get back in bed. I was tempted to stop back by the gas station just to fuck with shorty some more. Her pretty ass was stuck runnin’ through my mind. I turned out the lights in my shop then headed out the front door. Locking it once I was outside. Isaw two headlights coming in the distance, but I didn’t pay them no mind my focus was on getting the fuck on. I made it to my car that was parked at the end of the parking lot. I felt good as fucking knowing I was finna be on my way home.
That was until the headlights turned into the parking lot. The way my car was parked, I was hidden in the shadows with a clear view of the front door to my shop. Pulling my pistol from my waist, ready to fuck some shit up. I watched as the back door was roughly pushed open and a small figure hopped out of the car. I watched as the broad ran up to the glass door. She raised her fist and a familiar voice came out of her mouth.
“Open this fucking door you fucking bitch ass mutha fuckers!” The broad screamed banging her fist on the shop's door.
I had to make sure I wasn’t imagining shit and this voice belonged to who I thought it did. Closing the distance, I smiled as her short figure came into full view. Two times in the same night was crazy. It had me really wondering if it was fate that we kept crossing paths. I know I had to look like a psychopath to her because I was smiling at her with a gun in my hand, like we were long lost friends. I did feel crazy to a degree because since our first encounter I couldn’t get this girl outta my head and I didn’t even know her name. Earlier I meant to ask her, but she pissed me off and I had to get away from her before I said something real slick. Tucking my gun back in my waist as I approached her.
I couldn't say what it was about that had me stuck on her. Of course she was beautiful, even if she wasn’t all the way put together. It was clear her braids had seen better days, but they didn’t take away from her natural beauty. Warm brown skin covered her round head, medium sized nose, small but plump heart-shaped lips, her soft round cheek bones gave her an angelic look to her. Easily she had to be one of the most beautiful broads I’d ever seen in my life.
“You ain’t gotta tear my shit up just say you missed a nigga,” I said scaring her, she jumped turning towards me with wide eyes. She was scared first, then when she realized it was me her anger returned.
“You need me to stay?” Some yellow nigga asked sticking his head out the beat up Honda she pulled up in.
I wanted to shoot the nigga in the face for just cause he was in her presences. As fucked up as it sounded something in me didn’t want her around no other niggas but me. The thought of her fuckin’ with that nigga started a rage in me that hadn’t been started in a long time.
“Nah, my nigga she good.” I answered for her, she wasn’t getting back in that nigga’s car. I’d call her an uber or some shit. The nigga hurried up and skirted out the lot like a bitch nigga he was. Wasn’t no way he really fucked with her and left her ass for dead the way he did. Unless she fucked wit bitch ass niggas. “Them the type of niggas you like?” I said looking back at her angry face.
“Fuck him.” She spat fiercely with her chest heaving up and down as she screamed. “Give me my fuckin’ skoolie back before I tear this bitch up!” She said then kicked the fuck outta of the front door cause my shit to crack.
“Chill ya angry ass out. You can get ya janky ass bus in the morning. After you pay for it to be let out of impound and you payin’ fo’ that crack in my got damn door too.” I mugged the fuck out of her, low key pissed she fucked my shit up. She wasn’t scaring nobody but her fuckin’ shadow.
“No, you finna give me my shit tonight. Or Imma take it, either way I don’t give a flying fuck,” I chuckled when she called herself pushing me backwards, normally I couldn’t stand when anybody put their hands on me. For whatever reason, shorty didn’t bother me.
