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“Traffic? Fucking traffic, Armor?” I cross my arms over my chest, not wanting to give him any indication that I want his hands on me right now. Not the way I’m feeling.
“Jada, I’m not sure what you want me to say. There was traffic. I tried to get here.” He shrugs as if that’s enough of an answer for him not to take the plans that we had seriously in the first place. I refuse to just let this shit be swept under the rug. If I’m going to be with him, I need to know that I have some sort of priority in his life, and this bullshit about there being traffic isn’t showing me that.
“Armor, I don’t know who the hell you think you’re talking to, but you can take that bullshit excuse and leave. There’s not that much fucking traffic in the world that would’ve kept you from picking up the fucking phone and letting me know what the hell was going on.”
Armor flinches backward and cocks his eyebrows upwards as I step into his space even closer. If he thinks this is going to intimidate me right now, then he’s out of his mind. “Be careful, Jada.”
“Careful? No, the one that needs to be careful is you.” I poke him hard in the chest, desperately trying to evoke a response from him.
“You knew what the hell we had planned. You knew it was important. You made your choice to be wherever or with whoever you chose to be with. If I’m going to be last on your fucking list of shit to do, then I don’t want to be on the list.” I flip my hand and try to turn away from him to go back into the theater.
He grabs my arm hard and turns me back to look at him. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Be straight with your shit, Jada.” He glares at me. He wants me to spell it out for him. Fine, I can do that.
“Be straight? Fine. I don’t know where you went, but I know over the past few days, you’ve been acting shady as fuck. You’re throwing up red flags all over the place, and everything in my body is screaming that you’re two-timing me,” I say, getting exactly what I feel out of my mouth.
His eyes go wide, as does his mouth for a second as he fights for something to say.
Finally, he comes back with, “Jada, I don’t know how we got here, but this isn’t what it looks like.”
“No? Then prove it, Armor. If you want me to believe that you’re on the same page as I am with this fucked up relationship, then you’re going to have to put your money where your mouth is and prove this shit to me.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” He lets out a hard breath and runs his hands through his dark hair. “Look, I know shit has been fucked up lately, but I’m not fucking around. You’re a priority to me. I just had some business to handle.” Now it’s gone from traffic to business to handle. I scoff and shrug my shoulders. Nothing he’s saying right now is putting my mind at ease. In fact, the more it doesn’t add up, the worse I feel. I’m just as pissed off as I was moments ago. I see everyone else walking back into the theater, and I know it’s time for the second half of the show to start. I don’t have the energy to sit through it. My mind isn’t here right now.
“Jada, I promise you it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve already told you what you need to do. If you can’t, there’s no need for you to say another word to me.” I glare at him, daring him with my eyes to keep up his excuses. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just glares at me the same way I’m doing at him.
“Fuck it. I’m going to tell you what I was doing since you need to know so badly. I have a trust fund. Just some money left to me. We’ve been hearing rumors about some fucked up shit going on. The club is doing what it can about the situation, but I know with that money, I can do more. I’ve been using it to find and help kids who are in trafficking situations. They need the funds more than I do, and I have no problem making sure that they get what they need,” he says, and it’s my turn to stare at him with a gaping mouth.
Out of all the shit he could have said, that’s not something I would have expected him to come out with.
None of this shit makes sense. Why wouldn’t he just tell me this before? Where did this trust fund come from, and why today, out of all days, did he feel the need to handle this business?
No, something seems off with this. He’s lying to me again.
“No way. You can’t just drop this on me with nothing to back it up.” I put my hands on my hips and squint my eyes at him. I’m going to need more than his words for me to believe this shit.
“Fucking hell, woman.” Armor reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He dials a number and puts the phone on speaker.
I look around again and see that he and I are the only ones still outside. Everyone else has gone in.
“Brother?” a man answers.
“Inc, I know this goes against protocol, but I’m standing here with my woman who seems to think she needs some proof as to what I was doing before I came to meet with her. Can you please explain to her what I just left?”
I stand frozen in disbelief as Inc tells me all about the trafficking kids and how there was a problem today while Armor was going to pick up a few of them. They were really doing what Armor had just said.
The anger that has been flowing through my body slowly starts to ebb, but it doesn’t disappear completely. Of all the excuses, this is probably the one that I can accept the most. Still, he could’ve called me. He should have known that I was going to be okay with something like this.
My body feels drained from the emotional rollercoaster I just went through. Now all I want to do is go home and go to sleep. So much for getting to this show.
I sigh and thank Inc for the explanation before Armor checks in with him again and hangs up the phone.
“You want to go home?” he asks, his voice tight, and his fingers hold his lid in a vice grip.
“Yeah. I’m done,” I say and start to walk off. He grabs my arm and pulls me over to my truck.
“What about your bike?” I ask.
