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“Years ago, my dad used to tell me that whenever my mama
was in any type of pain, whether it be physical pain or mental, he said that he would always get a twitching feeling in his arms. He used to say that he was so in tune with my mama that he would always feel her pain. That nigga smokes a lot of weed, so I would always tell him that he was bullshitting me when he said some stupid ass shit like that.
“According to him, whenever he got that twitch, and he would call her, she would happen to be crying. He said that he did a lot of twitching while I was doing my prison sentence because my mama stayed crying over that shit. You’re probably going to think I’m bullshitting you too, Normani, but on everything I love, when I was in that bathroom after I left you, I felt this sharp ass pain rush right through my head. So much shit could have gone through my mind, but I thought about my dad telling me how his pain often worked.
“I called you, and you didn’t answer. I knew that shit was a red flag because when I left you, you had your phone in your hands, recording the shit that was happening outside. I felt like you wasn’t alright. I heard you scream ‘help me,’ and I swear, my body just went into fuckin’ beast mode. Don’t say no shit like you ain’t supposed to be here because you know I’ll never in my fuckin’ life let anything happen to you. You beating yourself up, but I’m fucked up too because I shouldn’t have left you there by yourself. Shit didn’t go the way they wanted it to go down for a reason,” Billionaire spoke.
I nodded my head at his words, still way too emotional to say anything else. Scooting closer to him, I leaned my head into his chest. My head was killing me, and it wasn’t because of the injury. I’d managed to give myself a headache from all the crying I had done. For about twenty minutes, we just lay in silence. His hands were running up and down on my back, and his touches were putting me to sleep.
I wanted to sleep because I knew that once I got some rest, I would get today’s events out of my head. I wanted to sleep for so long that when I woke up, I would have forgotten about this. Granted, I knew that wasn’t ever going to happen, because like I said, mentally, it would take me a while before I fully recovered from this.
“That’s awful, son. How is she now? God, I just hate hearing stuff like this because I always start overthinking everything. People are so fuckin’ sick. I hope them sick ass bastards get they ass killed in that prison,” my mama said on the phone.
She had called to see how Normani and I were enjoying our vacation. I really ain’t have no desire to tell my mama about the shit that took place three days ago. Although Normani was okay, I didn’t like talking about the shit, but she picked up on the strain in my voice, so I told her what was going on. My mama actually cried when I told her how my girl had come so close to being sex trafficked.
That sex trafficking shit was so fuckin’ real, man. We hear about it on the news all the fuckin’ time. Since the day I met Normani, I had always told her that she needed to watch herself because motha fuckas were crazy. The night of my welcome home party, I’d walked her to the car and warned her about the sick individuals in the world. Even the night she pulled up to the gas station in the hood, I warned her again. I was warning Normani about shit like this on the regular, and she hated when I did that shit.
Talk about a motha fuckin’ pain, yo. For my girl, somebody I loved more than fuckin’ anything, to be put in a situation where she was screaming to the top of her lungs like that, screaming for somebody to help her… man, I couldn’t get that shit out of my fuckin’ head. When I heard her screaming, it felt like somebody had shot a nigga right in the fuckin’ chest. The scream that came from Normani, I knew it wasn’t a regular scream like she fell down and bust her ass or something. I immediately feared the worst, and the worst is what I was hit with, as I watched a pussy ass nigga throw my fiancée in the back of a van like her life meant nothing.
I grew the strength of a damn bull, trying to catch up with that nigga as he rushed to get to the driver’s door, so he could take off, but I got him just in time. I’ve never in my fuckin’ life beat somebody’s ass as bad as I beat his. Each punch I threw his way, I felt something on his body cracking. You ever heard somebody say, I’ll beat you to death? Well, that’s what I was trying to do to him. I was trying to kill him with my bare hands.
The bitch he was with tried to jump on me, and she got her ass fucked up too. I didn’t go around putting my hands on women, but I’ll stomp any bitch out when it comes to mine. What fucked with me so hard was that Normani told me two days ago that she had been in the truck kicking and screaming. I swear, I didn’t even hear none of that shit from the outside. Do y’all not see how fuckin’ scary that shit is? If I had never heard Normani screaming before she got thrown in the truck, I wouldn’t have even known where to look for her.
This shit was rocking my fuckin’ heart, yo. I was smoking so much weed just to calm down my thoughts. I brought my fiancé to Mexico, so we could escape and just get the fuck away from reality for a few days, and now we were dealing with this shit. We were supposed to have done so much shit on this trip, but Normani stayed in bed all day, not wanting to get up and go anywhere. I can’t tell you the number of times she’s told me that she’s scared. Broke my fuckin’ heart last night when she kept telling me that, and she just eventually cried herself to sleep.
Tomorrow would be our last night in Cancun, and I didn’t want to leave here like this, so I had something special planned for us tonight. I was getting Normani out of this bed tonight because she needed to stop sleeping through this shit and realize there was still life for the two of us to live. I hated that the bitch and that pussy ass nigga had so much fuckin’ power over her feelings right now.
“She ain’t no better from how she was three days ago. It still feels like the shit just happened. I can’t get her out of the bed unless it’s for her to shower or piss. When she’s up, she cries all fuckin’ day. I can’t let her just run herself into a fuckin’ depression like that, especially not while she’s pregnant. To go from this calm ass life, where you never saw your life flash before your eyes like that, not even from a car accident, then having to deal with some fucked up shit like this, then yeah, I get why it’s weighing heavily on her. I got something special planned for us in a couple of hours, so hopefully, that can get her to smile,” I told my mama.
I was sitting on the balcony in our beautiful suite at the resort. This suite ran me damn near thirty G’s for us to be there for almost a week. Do you know that the hotel reimbursed me every dime back into my account after this happened? This possible sex trafficking situation happened right on their grounds, and they had to have felt guilty about that shit happening there, so they paid me back every penny. I could give a fuck about getting my money back, though. All I cared about was that my girl was still alive and healthy.
I puffed on a cigar that was filled with some good ass weed as I watched Normani through the glass sliding door. She was asleep, resting on her stomach on my side of the bed.
“Yeah, son, just please keep an eye on her. With her carrying the baby, now is not the time for her to slip into a depression. Other than that, how are you feeling?” she asked.
“Shit, I’m just taking this shit one day at a time. I’m trying not to think about a whole bunch of shit that could have happened and just focus on what did happen. How is Khari doing? She driving you crazy yet?” I asked.
She let out a groan, which let me know that my daughter was off the damn chain.
“Billion, I had to pop her little butt last night! It’s her mouth! I can’t with that little girl’s mouth. She reminds me of Denim sooooo much that it’s scary. She said something about me needing to take my braids out because they were old. They do need to come out, but that ain’t her place to be telling me that,” my mama told me, and I cracked up laughing.
“After getting popped, she apologized and then told me she was just playing, when I knew her little ass was dead serious. Other than that, she’s a good girl. I took her with me this morning to the hair salon, and she was telling everybody in the damn salon that she has
a little brother on the way. She’s so happy. I am too. Khari and her slick ass mouth is the reason I don’t want another granddaughter. I’m down on my knees praying for a little boy,” my mama said, making me laugh.
Everyone was team boy when it didn’t even matter to me what we had. I stayed on the phone with my mama for another ten minutes or so, and then we hung up. I sat out on the balcony for a little while longer, and then my phone rang again. I smiled, knowing who was calling.
“Yo,” I answered the phone.
“Good evening, Mr. Knox. This is Allen speaking. I’m just calling to let you know that all your accommodations for tonight are ready. See you at 11:00 P.M.,” Allen, who worked for the resort’s special events department, said.
“Cool. We’ll see you tonight.”
I hung up the phone and finished the rest of my cigar outside before then I went back into the massive bedroom where Normani was still sleeping. After closing the door behind me, I went over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Normani was snoring, and she didn’t even snore when she slept. Her long hair was pulled up in the same bun that she had put it in a couple of days ago, and she only wore a matching panty and bra set as she slept.
I ran my hands up and down her back, and after about a minute of doing that, she jumped out of her sleep. Her eyes landed on me, and she gave me a tight-lipped smile. Those gray eyes were on me, and they held so much sadness.
“Can I get my fiancée to get out of the bed for a couple of hours? I want to do something special with you tonight,” I said, and she closed her eyes.
