“Okay. We established that five minutes ago. Crying not going to stop you from being tired. Shit, if anything, you going to tire yourself out even more by doing that,” I said, siting the bottle of oil down on the counter, and with my hands massaging her scalp, I pulled her closer to me.
I was so in love with this damn girl, that as she was standing in front of me, having her moment, I continued massaging her scalp, while kissing the tears away that continued to fall from her eyes.
I did that for about five minutes, and when I finished, she used her hands to wipe away the remaining tears. I assisted her with putting lotion on her body, and I even helped her put her pajamas on. She stepped into her slides, placed everything in her shower bag, and handed it over to me, knowing that I was going to carry it over to the truck like I always did.
I didn’t get off the counter right away. Instead, I stayed put, pulled her to me, while she lifted her arms, wrapping them around my neck, and her head rested on my chest. I stuck both hands in her pajama bottoms, massaging her bear ass, while I placed kisses on top of her head. We stayed in this position for a few minutes. When she released a yawn, that’s when I took my hands out of her pants, so that she could back up, and we could head for the truck.
I grabbed both of our shower bags, and my phone. After that, I headed for the door, opening it, allowing Amina to walk out first. She knew the ropes by now, so she led us out of the truck stop.
The second we made it outside, we made a left because my truck was parked in the back, along with the rest of the trucks. Because it was so late, it was quiet out here, and super dark. I was one of those people that paid attention to everything that was taking place around me, so I skimmed the parking lot, and the second my eyes looked in the direction of my truck, I saw about three dudes that were circling around it.
One was in the front, while two were in the back. The two that were in the back, walked over to the liftgate, and they were fighting for their lives, trying to get it to open. Amina saw what I saw because she immediately paused in her steps, and she turned around to look at me. I put my hand on her hip, gently pushing her, so that she could get behind me.
I casually walked over, and I paused just a few feet away from my truck.
“Can I help you niggas with something?” I roared, getting right to the point. Hearing my voice, they all jumped.
I was a cool dude. Rarely had to raise my voice or get out of character. I just had that ‘look’ about me where niggas knew not to try me, so I’ve never been the type to go around beefing with other niggas.
I didn’t play when it came to my intellectual property. I’ll put a nigga on his back for touching some shit that belongs to me.
My presence, along with my tone caught the three of them off guard. They immediately paused in their steps and took a few steps away from the truck. You could tell that they weren’t scared though. If they were scared, they would have took off running. I think they only jumped initially because they didn’t expect me to walk up on them at two in the morning. They probably thought that I was in the truck sleeping, and I wouldn’t catch them while they were out here, walking around my truck, and trying to get it open.
“We just want to know what’s in the truck man,” one of the dumb ass niggas said to me. He said it as if it was no big deal.
They were young dudes. Probably in their early twenties. They were dressed in all black, and you could see it in their eyes that they were up to no good. Probably did stupid shit like this all the time.
“So, if I’m hungry and curious, does that mean that I get to just walk up in your fuckin house, and look in your fridge, just because I want to know what’s in there? Lil nigga, you got curiosity right now. Not permission! It’s a fuckin difference. Get the fuck away from my truck while you still got the legs that God gave you to walk!” I snapped.
Amina was behind me, and she was squeezing my arm. I knew that that was her way of trying to get me to calm down.
“Aight man. You ain’t gotta do all that fake gangsta shit with us. We’ll stretch your cocky ass out right in front of your bitch, nigga!” the same dude responded back to me that told me that all they were doing was trying to find out what was inside my truck.
That comment made me black out. So much so, that I tossed the shower bags down on the ground, and I rushed his ass. He just finished doing all that big talk, but the second I got in frontof him, and I hemmed his ass up, he looked at me as if he’d just saw a fuckin ghost.
I had this lil nigga by the front of his shirt, damn near lifting him off the ground, doing his young, scrawny ass the way that his daddy should have done him.
“Stretch me out in front of who, nigga? I like to see you try it. I’ll kill all three of you niggas with my bare fuckin hands. You touching another man’s property, and where I’m from, we look at that shit as disrespect! Same way I can’t walk up on you and start touching things that belong to you, is the same way that you can’t touch shit that belongs to me. Get the fuck on before I black out, and I beat the fuck out of you!” I roared, pushing the shit out of him once I let the grip go on his shirt.
I pushed him so hard that he fell and busted his ass. He quickly stood to his feet, and all three of them mugged me.
I truly believed that they felt it in their gut that it wasn’t safe for them to try me because after giving me the mugs, thinking that that was going to scare me, they took off. I didn’t get back on the truck until I saw them disappear. I watched them as they crossed the street and blended into the darkness.
Amina picked up the shower bags that I’d dropped, and she walked over to me with them. I took them out of her hands, while looking at the scared look on her face.
“What if they come back?” she asked me.
“They not. Come one. Let’s get on the truck,” I said.
I was still pissed about that shit. I couldn’t even hide it. It’s one thing for any man to be intrigued with my truck, and curious about whatever it was that I was hauling. That kind of curiosity happened to me all the time while I was on the road. It was another thing for niggas to be circling around my truck, trying to get it open, so that they could rob my ass.
If those goofy ass niggas knew the luxury cars that I was hauling around, I know for a fact that they would have tried tokill me for it. That’s why I never bring the whips to the truck stop. I don’t care how late in the day it is, I’ll finish off my workday, drop off the cars wherever they need to go before I bring them to a truck stop. It was dangerous. I’ll put me, and Amina’s life in jeopardy for doing some shit like that.
We were back on the truck, and I put our shower bags away. The dirty clothes that we had, I placed them in the hamper. After that, I took a seat on the bed. I sat up, propping my back against the board. Amina used that as her opportunity to slip her shoes off, and instead of lying next to me on the bed, she crawled into my lap, straddling me.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, while looking up at me. With a mug on mine, I looked down at her. I was trying to offer her softness, and be gentle towards her like I always was, but I was still tripping off the shit that just happened. I wasn’t going to hover over it for the rest of the night, but it was going to take me a few minutes to calm down.
“You okay?” she asked me.
