Obsession 3

by Treasure Hernandez

  After finding an empty drawer, Secret placed her belongings inside it. She was moving at a snail’s pace. Her nerves were truly getting the best of her. She stood up straight and turned around to face Lucky. She stood there as naked as a baby when it’s born. Looking into Lucky’s eyes, she had a hint of seductiveness behind her own. Perhaps that would calm the raging beast. He seemed to have looked right through her though.

  “Come on.” He waved his hand for Secret to follow him. “Let’s go.”

  Any other time had Secret been standing in front of him with her birthday suit on, he would have complimented her, tried to feel on her, suck a titty or something. He was acting like a naked girl standing in front of him outside on a porch was an everyday thing.

  Secret looked back at the table with drawers full of women’s clothing.

  Perhaps it was an everyday thing.

  Secret walked over to Lucky while he opened a security box and started punching in codes. The heavy metal door cocked open. Lucky stepped inside and Secret followed behind him just as she’d done back at the garage.

  “Oh shit!” Secret stopped in her tracks, stunned, and grabbed her heart.

  Lucky hadn’t been fazed by or had even spoken to the four men, two on each side of the door, who stood wearing all black with protective gear and heavy artillery. He’d just moseyed on inside like he was coming home from a hard day’s work, headed for the shower, used to and therefore oblivious to his surroundings.

  Secret, on the other hand, had to tighten her private area and slightly twist her legs to keep the piss from running down them. That’s just how much this scene had frightened her and caught her off guard.

  Lucky turned and looked her. “Girl, come on in here. They ain’t thinking about you. They see this every day.” He shooed his hand and continued walking.

  He must have thought Secret was trying to hide her privates from the men instead of keeping her bladder from emptying right there on the floor. Secret gathered her composure and continued following Lucky.

  They went through a kitchen and then down a short flight of steps into what was more like a lower-level den than a basement. There Secret saw four pool tables with two women on each longer horizontal side and one woman at each vertical side. There was all kinds of drugs on the tables.

  “Daddy’s home,” shouted a naked thick half black, a quarter Asian and a quarter of some other nationality girl. She was as short as Lil’ Kim with breasts a stripper would pay for. They jiggled up and down as she bounced over to Lucky and kissed him on the cheek.

  “What’s up, mommy?” Lucky asked her, a smile spreading on his lips.

  “Mmmm, let me guess.” She looked down at his private area and licked her lips.

  “Sorry, Quasi, I can’t play house with you today,” Lucky told her. He eyeballed Secret.

  “Oh, I see you brought another foster kid home to add to the family,” Quasi said after she turned quickly and looked at Secret. She then looked back to Lucky, her two pigtails swinging and swishing.

  It didn’t go unnoticed by Secret that this Quasi chick hadn’t even given Secret the once-over. No side eye and no up and down look with her nose twisted up in the air. This was an indication that she felt Secret was absolutely no threat to her at all. A jealous woman would have looked the other woman up and down to see what she was working with, to see what kind of competition she was up against; kind of like how Secret was giving Quasi the once-over on the low low.

  “You know how I am about familia.” Lucky grinned.

  “Well, good. We can use her, considering Shawn has graduated.” Now Quasi showed a hint of jealousy in the way she was looking at Lucky after mentioning Shawn, which more than likely she was referring to Shawndiece.

  “We’ve already talked about this a million times,” Lucky said in a playful, scolding tone.

  “I know, I know,” Quasi whined. “You need mommy to take care of the house and makes sure the kids are well behaved doing what they are supposed to do.”

  Lucky kissed Quasi on the lips. “Can’t nobody run this shit like you.”

  “You better fuckin’ believe that shit,” Quasi said with confidence. “It’s just that I wouldn’t mind being on the outside ridin’ with choo. You know I can handle that type of shit.”

  “Yeah, but if it ain’t broke, I ain’t gon’ fix it.”

  “I hear you, I hear you.” She waved Lucky off and rolled her eyes. She then walked off, summoning Secret to follow her. “Come on, young’un,” Quasi said to Secret. “It’s training day.”

  Secret looked at Lucky. He shrugged at the use of Quasi’s words that mirrored Secret’s earlier that day.

  “And take good care of her,” Lucky called out to Quasi. He then looked to Secret and winked. “She’s special.”

  “Aren’t they all just special?” Quasi threw over her shoulder sarcastically.

  Secret didn’t budge. She just looked at Lucky with questioning eyes.

  “Go on.” He nodded toward Quasi who’d stopped and put her hands on her hips after realizing Secret wasn’t behind her. “I’ll be back to get you later.”

  Quasi walked back over and stood between Lucky and Secret. “What?”

  “Nothing, she’s good,” Lucky answered. “Like I said, just take good care of her.”

  “I got choo, Daddy,” Quasi said to Lucky.

  “I know you do.” Lucky play spanked her on the ass and then exited back up the stairs.

  Just two seconds ago the girl had been smiling huge at Lucky, but now her face was all twisted up at Secret. “Come on. Let’s do this.”

  “Lucky?” Secret called out with a trembling voice.

  He stopped on the staircase and looked back at her.

  Secret looked at Lucky. She wondered if he could see her heart beating out of her chest. She wanted so badly to just tell him never mind; that she didn’t want to do this anymore, that she’d made a mistake. But she had no idea how he would react. Right now he wasn’t treating her like a princess. He was treating her like a worker. Clearly he had no problem at all separating business from pleasure. On another note, if Secret pulled out, would it ruin her chances of fulfilling her obligation to Detective Davis? But she’d had enough information, didn’t she? She knew where his main crew hung out. She knew where his drug supply was at. Wouldn’t her word be good enough for them to bust into the place and raid it?

  But what if Lucky wasn’t there when they raided it? What if they couldn’t connect him to the home? After all, she had no idea whose house that was or whose name it was in.

  Secret’s head began throbbing at all the thoughts going through her head. Thank God Lucky couldn’t read her mind; otherwise, if he was a killer, he would have probably put a bullet right through her head.

  “What is it, Secret?” Lucky spoke to Secret as if she was a child getting on his nerves.

  “See you later.” She waved innocently.

  He turned and walked up the steps; no smile, no return wave, no nothing.

  “You can work next to Nikita,” Quasi told Secret as she went and stood next to a naked girl at one of the pool tables. Quasi said to Nikita, “Show her the basics and then I’ll come over and school her in a minute.”

  Nikita nodded and Quasi walked away.

  Secret looked the dang near six foot tall, paper-thin woman up and down. The girl gave her a stare right back. Secret tried her best to keep on a poker face, but she was scared. One could see it. One could smell it.

  As Secret gave her new coworker the once-over, she almost gagged when she noticed the tampon string hanging from between Nikita’s legs.

  The girl noticed Secret looking between her legs. “What? I’m not supposed to work when it’s that time of the month? Do you think a stripper lets her menstrual cycle stop her from making money? I sure the fuck ain’t about to. Now bring your scary ass on so I can show you how this shit is done.”

  For the next two hours, Secret had no sense of time. It felt like she’d been in that dungeon
like atmosphere for days. After all, there were no clocks hanging up anywhere so she had no sense of time. It was dim, just a sixty-watt bulb hanging over each pool table.

  Nikita had run down to Secret the different types of drugs and pills, how to count, scoop, and measure them. “The cooks work third shift, so we ain’t got to worry about that,” Nikita had told Secret.

  Secret wasn’t 100 percent certain, but she was sure the cooks Nikita was referring to weren’t chefs, and they weren’t showing up to cook a dinner so that everyone could sit down at the dinner table like one big happy family. She reckoned it was coke they were going to cook.

  Quasi eventually pulled Secret into her office, which was nothing but a little table with a monitor that surveyed each pool table. From the angle of the camera, it looked as though it was probably planted somewhere in the lighting base of the single bulb over each pool table.

  Quasi never left that room. If she had to go to the bathroom, or even if one of the girls had to, they did it right there in one of the four red chitterling buckets that were lined up against the wall.

  Secret stood at Quasi’s desk, as the queen bee herself sat at the only chair in the room. She listened to Quasi tell her all the rules she had to abide by.

  “No stealing, no poppin’ pills, no . . .”

  Quasi’s words faded out. Secret knew that no matter what, she was never coming back to this place again.

  Fuck the rules. Secret kept a straight face as Quasi went on for about twenty minutes straight. It sounded as though she might have been reading a script, but everything she was rambling off had been memorized.

  “How’d she do?”

  Lucky’s booming voice over Secret’s shoulder brought her out of her daze. Secret turned around to see Lucky walking toward her. He was like the messiah himself, there to save her from hell.

  Secret felt as though she could breathe for the first time in hours.

  “She did good,” Quasi replied to Lucky. “What can I say? You know how to pick ’em.”

  “And you know how to raise ’em.”

  “Touché,” Quasi said with a smile.

  Lucky looked to Secret. “You ready?”

  Was he being funny by asking her that? Didn’t she look ready enough?

  Secret wanted to jump up and down and shout, “Yes, yes, I’m ready. Daddy, please get me out of here,” like the child he was treating her as. But instead she just nodded.

  Quasi rose up out of her seat. There was a box sitting on the floor behind her little desk, that didn’t have any drawers. She reached into it, pulled something out, and started walking toward the steps. “All right, let’s go,” she said as she began to place rubber gloves on her hands.

  Lucky walked Secret over to the steps and then stopped. Quasi was standing there with her fingers gloved and spread out like she was about to perform surgery in the ER. Secret looked to Lucky, then looked to Quasi, then back to Lucky again. Somebody needed to tell her what the hell was going on.

  Before Secret could even ask, Quasi spoke.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Still looking at Lucky with questioning eyes, Secret slowly opened her mouth. Lucky pulled out his cell phone and started texting while Quasi looked around and fingered the inside of Secret’s mouth.

  Once Quasi was finished searching Secret’s mouth, she lifted each breast and ran her finger underneath them. Next she ran her fingers through Secret’s hair. “Don’t waste your money on a fancy hairdo if you coming here to work,” Quasi told Secret. “Notice all the other girls have their hair pulled back in ponytails.”

  Secret looked over her shoulder at the women. She hadn’t paid much attention before to the fact that each one of them actually did have their hair in a ponytail.

  “And don’t do pigtails,” she warned Secret with a glare. “That’s momma’s style.” Quasi used her palms to bounce the bottom of her pigtails. She looked in and behind Secret’s ears and up her nose. She then stood there looking at Secret with her hands still raised.

  “What the fuck you just standing there for?” Quasi asked Secret. “Bend it over.”

  “Huh? What?” Secret asked.

  Quasi sucked her teeth and then walked behind Secret. She placed her hand in the middle of Secret’s back and pushed her over.

  She placed her hand between Secret’s legs on her inner thighs, then pushed them apart. Secret’s hands hit the ground so that she could balance and catch herself from falling.

  “Ummm, you know I like this part,” Quasi said as she inserted a finger into Secret’s vagina.

  Secret squeezed her eyes tightly and folded her lips in. Lucky just stood there half reading a text, looking up every few words to watch Quasi finger Secret.

  Quasi licked her lips and winked at Lucky as she crooned her body to the movement of her finger inside of Secret.

  Lucky smiled and shook his head. “Girl, you ain’t right.”

  Quasi pulled her finger out of Secret, but before Secret could rise up, Quasi was already fingering her anal area.

  All of Secret’s blood had drained to her head. She felt as if her dome was going to explode. Violated wasn’t the word to describe how Secret felt at that moment. She was in rage that Lucky was standing there texting, allowing this to happen to her. Was this all part of some sick test he was putting her through? Was he trying to see how strong she was? If she would break?

  “All done,” Quasi said. She spanked Secret on the ass while saying, “You can get up now, mami.”

  Secret stood up erect. She allowed her blood to circulate through her body for a moment. She didn’t want to rush, taking a step and get lightheaded. Just as she was about to move, the door at the top of the steps opened.

  “Coming through. Delivery!” a male voice shouted as he carried a box. “The ice cream man has arrived.”

  Behind him was another gentleman carrying a box. One of the guys who had been suited up at the front door followed them, gun drawn.

  Lucky pulled Secret out of their way. Lucky nodded at each guy. Once they were at the bottom of the steps, Lucky put his phone in his pocket and escorted Secret up the steps. Secret followed in silence. Lucky didn’t say a word either. He led her to the back porch where Secret retrieved her things and then got dressed.

  There was still silence as Lucky walked Secret back to his Escalade truck. Once they were comfortably seated in the vehicle, Lucky started it up. He then looked over to Secret who was sitting stone-faced staring straight ahead. Lucky grabbed her by her chin and turned her face toward him. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

  Now that was the Lucky Secret knew. She no longer saw that heartless man she’d been accompanied by just a few minutes ago.

  Lucky leaned in and kissed Secret on the lips. “Let’s go get something to eat.” He then pulled off.

  Secret was stunned at how easily Lucky had been able to separate personal from business. It really was as if he’d had an on and off switch. It was almost inhuman. Well, Secret wasn’t programmed like that. She didn’t come with an on and off switch. She couldn’t control her emotions so calculating. But for now she would have to do her best at pretending she could. Hopefully long enough as to where soon it would be lights out for Lucky and his entire drug trade forever.

  Chapter 25

  The next day Secret was glad she was on the schedule to work at the grocery store. That was her excuse for getting out of day two of her training with Lucky.

  “Why don’t you just go ahead and put your two-week notice in now?” Lucky told her. “You about to be making money hand over fist here in a minute.”

  “Well at this second I’m not and I have a baby to take care of,” Secret had told Lucky as they spoke over the phone.

  “You know I got li’l mamma,” Lucky told her, “and whatever you need.” Lucky had given Secret a wad of cash the day he’d dropped her off after her ride along with him. She figured that was for a day’s work of pay though. So she’d more so earned it rather than him giving her somet
hing for nothing, which was what he was insinuating.

  “If I wanted to depend on you my entire life, then why would I even bother with all this in the first place?” Secret had told Lucky. “Duhhh.”

  He chuckled into the phone receiver. “You independent women crack me up. But I ain’t mad at ya. Do ya thang, ma.”

  “I am, and that’s exactly what I’m about to do now. So I need to let you go so I can get to work.”

  “Cool. I’ll talk to you later.”

  Secret ended the call and let out a huge sigh of relief. She’d managed to get out of hanging with Lucky today, but Lord only knew what tomorrow would bring.

  “It’s been two days; when we hooking up again to . . . you know?” Lucky asked Secret as she washed dishes and he held Dina.

  Watching Dina smile and coo at Lucky stung Secret’s heart. She did not want her poor child to think for one minute this man was her father. And to just think that once upon a time that was exactly who Secret wanted Lucky to be. But now, now that she was able to see who Lucky really was, the mere sight of him repulsed her, let alone when he touched her. When she had to let him touch her. Slowly but surely though, Secret was able to psych herself out. She was able to tell herself that this was all just business. She was doing a job for the state. It was nothing personal. Funny how just a couple days ago she couldn’t understand how Lucky had so easily been able to turn his emotions on and off, yet here she was in the midst of mastering the same skill.

  Secret finished up the dishes. Lucky watched television while Secret bathed and put Dina to bed. She eventually joined Lucky on the living room couch.

  “A woman’s work is never done,” Secret said, flopping on the couch and exhaling.

  “You the one hell bent on being superwoman,” Lucky told her.

  “Not because I want to, but because I have to,” Secret offered.