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Earlier, we went and met with Sheila and three other plaintiffs in the case, who would spread the word to everyone else. We had a date scheduled to meet with the landlord, Finn, and his attorney. Our hope was that our negotiations would end with a mutual agreement that didn’t end with going to trial. If that didn’t happen, Mecca was prepared to go to trial. I’d given him all of my findings and was confident he would be prepared for anything the defense threw his way.
The biggest issue for the plaintiffs was Finn throwing them out once he learned who all was involved in the lawsuit, but Mecca assured them he couldn’t do that. And even if he did, Mecca had already offered to put them up in temporary housing. I didn’t think it would come to that, though. It would have been illegal for Finn to put them out because of the lawsuit, and I doubt if he would have wanted to make things worse for himself.
As we headed to Fleming’s for dinner, we witnessed a four-car pileup that nearly gave me a heart attack. Mecca had just said the black car would end up in an accident because of how fast they passed us, and sure enough, he hit a car that slammed into another, and a fourth car hit him. It seemed like Mecca sprang into action before I could even process what was going on.
He parked and hopped out while I grabbed my phone to call 911. Four young-looking people hopped out of the black car, running in different directions. Mecca tried to grab the driver, but he yanked away and hopped into the car with me. Another lifted a gun, keeping witnesses from going after him as he ran.
“Hey!” I yelled startling him, but that didn’t stop him from putting the car in drive and trying to get away.
Mecca’s foot pressed the brake, and he wrapped his arm around his neck, yelling for me to put the car in park. I did, and Mecca dragged him out of the car. Once he had him on his chest, the young man said, “Please, big brotha. Let me up. I’m done.”
“Fuck that!” Mecca yelled. “You just tried to steal my car while my lady was inside. You’re lucky I didn’t break your fucking neck.”
I fumbled through my words to the 911 dispatcher while onlookers came and tried to help those who were involved in the accident. Mecca stayed on the teenager until the police arrived. One was in such a rush to get away that he jumped off the overpass. Witnesses said he limped away as if his leg was broken while he held his arm. Mecca told the officers that he would more than likely go to a hospital outside of city limits, and sure enough, by the time we had given our statements and left the scene, there was a report of him at a Mississippi hospital.
Turns out the teenagers, two of whom were seventeen and eighteen, were all runaways who had been stealing and selling cars. They had guns and drugs in the one they crashed, and my heart broke over how lost so many of our youths were.
By the time we left, going to a restaurant was the last thing on my mind. I just wanted to get my man home and in a nice bath before giving him a massage and putting him to bed. As he drove, his expression was calm. I couldn’t stop staring at him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he looked over at me with a smile.
“Something on your mind?”
“You’re a hero.”
Mecca chuckled with a shake of his head. “Nah.”
“Yes, you are. You saved me, and you kept anyone else from getting hurt.”
“I just wanted to do the right thing.”
“Well, thanks to your quick thinking, two of them were caught and will get the help they need—with or without their families depending on their situations. You acted so quickly, it’s like you didn’t care about the risks or consequences.”
He looked over at me briefly as he considered my words. “Honestly… I didn’t. I was angry because one of those cars had an older man in it and the other had kids. But when I saw those teenagers in the car, I was angry for a different reason. They need structure and better outlets before they do some serious damage, and I pray they get it.”
Leaning across the center console, I placed kisses all over his cheek and neck. Unable to resist, I lowered myself to his lap and sucked his dick until we made it to his home. I ran him a warm bath and massaged his entire body with oil before putting him to bed in my pussy.
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The Next Evening
Since we missed our reservation last night, Mecca and I decided to have dinner there tonight. He seemed to have a lot on his mind. As we headed to the restaurant, he told me that he checked on the teenagers from the night before. The one who jumped off the overpass had a broken leg, arm, and cracked ribs. He was so desperate to get away because he had a warrant for grand theft auto. The one Mecca detained was in custody. He had a warrant for the same thing along with illegal possession of a firearm. Both of them were so young and headed down a very dark path.
Videos of the accident began to circulate, and the other two kids were still in the wind. Their parents had come forth and begged the public to give information if they saw them. One of them even reached out to Mecca and thanked him for trying to keep them on the scene. I imagined they preferred their kids, who were sixteen and eighteen, be in custody where they could be found and taken back home than God only knows where in the city.
The teens had been heavy on Mecca’s mind, and he wanted to help them in any way that he could. It wasn’t lost on either of us how blessed we were to not only have our parents but to have grown up in a healthy two-parent household, even if we weren’t speaking to our parents now.
He offered to represent the young boys to make sure they got the help, resources, and structure they needed—not just jail time that would put them in an even worse situation when they were released. That nobility made me love and respect Mecca even more. From our talks, watching him with Sym, and now this, I was confident he would be a great father because he had a great heart. Mecca wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me, and I am so glad we were back in each other’s lives.
Mecca and I sat next to each other instead of across from each other at the round table. My eyes bounced from the dark red wall that was directly across from our table to his face. How we were seated, it felt like no one else was in the restaurant but us. Of course, the chatter from other tables reminded me that we weren’t alone, but all I could focus on was him.
As the waiter placed my blueberry lemon drop and Mecca’s old fashioned on the table, I thanked him. After the last couple of days we had, I wanted to tell him to keep them coming. Between all the paperwork for the case, then what happened last night, I felt like my spirit still hadn’t calmed down fully. Even with my slightly sensitive state, Mecca was still my anchor, keeping me steady.
He was such a planner, he wanted to plan out the rest of our date nights for the month. I thought it was cute how serious he was taking this. Being with a man of intention took a lot of the guesswork and pressure out of dating. I never had to question if he wanted me, found me attractive, or loved me—because he consistently made those things clear.
“What do you think about going to Disney World? We can do the Epcot around the world drinking thing,” I suggested.
“Yeah, that’ll be cool. I can book us a Sonder and we can make a week out of it after the negotiation. Regardless of how it ends, we’ll either want to get away or celebrate.”
“Oh, you mean now? I was saying, in general.”
