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I heard smacks I knew could only be punches. The sounds of a body violently colliding with porcelain were sharp in the air. My chest levitated in the air, lungs hardly emptying enough. Palms grew clammy, scalp misting, and mouth tangy. The sounds of violence behind a door removed the need for a visual, especially when they turned vocal. Husky grunts proceeded the punches. Then a shriek was clear. The same register of those turned into screams.
“Jerry!” Austin yelped worse than a child.
They were the cries of a tortured woman.
Jerry jumped toward the door, but before he could get within a yard, three big bodies raided his efforts, descending upon him. Powered punches and brutal stomps hailed upon Jerry but still didn’t drown out Austin’s cries for him. Jas’ grunts were almost rhythmic, eliciting the most high-pitched yowls from Austin.
Finally, I was able to command some control over my body, and I twisted to leave.
“Nah, Shi-Shi!” Juggy warned, reminding me it was his hold I was in.
I sucked in a breath too deep for my already-filled lungs. The gun. It was an arm’s length away from my face in Juggy’s right hand. That was the last thing I cognized before seeing black.
I tried telling the girl she ain’t know “Sin.” All the time he wasn’t giving up his full government to her before they had the baby, he was deadass being Ojasvi, this new mellow cat. She was safe with Ojasvi. Sin was a beast and only made for the streets.
A painful ass cough hit my chest. I hated these shits in public. Once they started, I ain’t know when they’d stop. This Josie chick in the backseat probably thought I was dying with the AIDS or some shit. When the last cough came, I lay against the headrest, feeling tired than a motherfucker. My ass should have been in the bed, but I was sick of being bored as hell in the house. Being sick was for the fucking birds; being in the streets was better suited for me. This was the most action I’d seen in a while.
And here, once again, Shi-Shi was putting that nigga, Sin, in danger of losing his freedom. When they first started fucking, I was game for however Sin wanted to move, even if it was on some stupid “love” shit with Shi-Shi. But now…Shit. My body was all fucked up. I couldn’t throw the ones like I was once known to; I had to carry that steel. Holding them poppers came with a risk, though, because I liked to bust. Getting locked the hell up would be the death of me. Didn’t matter, though. I’d spend the night in hell if it meant looking out for my mans.
When Shi-Shi fainted in the restaurant, shit went from fun to real. It wasn’t for long, though. I lay her down on the floor and shook her a few times before she came to. By the time Sin let off her ex, he was able to get her to stand and calm the hell down. I didn’t know what he said to Shi-Shi, but her ass didn’t flip out the way she did before passing the fuck out.
I had to take her keys out to Bob, one of the dudes Sin paid to protect her. That’s how we found out about her being out here in Brooklyn with her ex. Shi-Shi tried to be slick and dismiss him for the night, saying she was done for the day. His shift wasn’t over, so he stayed on from his car in the parking lot. The nigga, white boy Bob, peeped Shi-Shi leaving and called to ask what he should do as he followed her.
“Here he is,” Josie in the backseat voice was perky as hell.
She had been out here in the truck for about forty-five minutes. I came out here after giving Shi-Shi’s car keys to the other dude Sin hired to look after her. We called him out to ride her home. No way she could drive after passing out. Plus, I had to grab Sin a clean shirt. That’s when I checked in on Josie.
Damn…
I looked out the window just when Sin held the door open for Shi-Shi over her head. They walked out of the restaurant like they didn’t know each other. Shi-Shi tightened up her coat and headed to the right for her car. And Sin walked out straight to cross the street for us in the truck.
Yeah. This shit started out as fun—even got my ass out of the house—but something about it didn’t feel right. Sin had come a long way, going legit. I ain’t know how I felt about him going back to his grimy ways. Yeah, I loved that Sin, but this new Jas seemed…happier. The nigga was a millionaire with a daughter on his back. I ain’t think he’d last this long in the legit lane, but he did. It always fucked me up to see the freedom of this new Jas threatened by his dealings with Shi-Shi. No disrespect to her, but the only time I saw the old Sin was when she was involved.
Sin hopped into the backseat and closed the door.
“So, cheesecake?” his voice was smooth as hell, sounding like he ain’t skip a beat from when he left.
“I thought you forgot all about me,” shortie told him.
“Nah. Never that. Had some family issues in there that ran longer than I thought. Which cake did you decide on.”
“I’d like to start with an apology.” Her voice was weak. “Then we can talk about dessert.”
I peeped them through the rearview mirror.
Sin turned to shortie, his hand on his chest. “You’re right. My bad. First apology is for the unexpected wait. The second is not doing it right away.”
I took a deep breath at that shit and turned my attention back to the road. These bitches really think shit’s sweet.
Better him than me…
“Oh my god!” She was kind of loud. “What happened to your hands? They’re bloodied!”
Shit…
I fucking snickered.
Chi-Chi handed Chelsea the manila envelope. Her other hand was balled into a fist near her right eye.
