About forty minutes later, she came down looking like a new person. Everything was in place. Her makeup, hair, clothes, she didn’t look like the woman who had, had a break down nearly an hour ago. She didn’t say two words to me. She just headed to the door. I followed, she reactivated Preshus’ alarm. We climbed in my truck and headed back to South Carolina. I had made up in my mind I wasn’t saying shit else to her ungrateful fake ass.
Soon as that thought crossed my mind, she decided to talk.
“Thank you for what you did for me, Racks. I apologize for my reaction. I was ashamed that you had seen me like that. The only person who has ever seen me less than perfect, or broken, is Preshus. You, you are virtually a stranger to me, and was seeing me at my weakest, I didn’t know how to handle it. A man has never shown me sympathy. Again, thank you,” she spoke, after twenty minutes.
“That’s what real men do. We don’t cause pain to Queens, we do everything in our power to make sure they never suffer any pain,” I added.
“Anyway, thank you,” she whispered.
“Do you remember me telling you that I didn’t call Jameson or yo mama to the hospital?” I questioned.
She turned slightly, searching my eyes before I put them back on the highway.
“Yes. I even asked Jameson about it. He told me that the officer who appeared on the scene was a friend of his. He had told him he was dating me at one point. Upon hearing my name, he put two and two together, and called him,” she explained.
That sounded like a bunch of bullshit to my ears.
“And you believe that? What bout yo mom?” I questioned, in disbelief.
“I haven’t spoke to her since the day she was up there,” she answered.
Sighing a lil’, I can’t believe she’s so damn naïve.
“Jameson lied to yo ass. He’s been stalking you. The nigga is obsessed wit yo ass. He knew Kenya before seeing her in the hospital. Kenya put on a fuckin’ act to throw yo ass off. She told Jameson where you would be, since you have done the same thing for the last four years. J-” I started.
“No, that’s not true. Kenya meant everything she said to him. That was her true feelings. Jameson didn’t know her. He couldn’t believe she even talked to him like that. Why would he be stalking me? That doesn’t make any sense. I told Jameson I was in Augusta,” she interrupted me.
“Okay, you told him you would be in Augusta. Do yo ass know how big Augusta is? Jameson is cousins with Randy. The same Randy that owns all them damn barbershops. Jameson built them bitches. Randy left yo mama in Daytona, due to her ass trying to steal from his ass. Yo mama called Jameson, filling his head up wit a lot of bullshit, on top of blackmailing him about yo ass. He paid fa’ her ass to get back to South Carolina. Yo ass needs to move from yo damn condo,” I informed her.
Her eyes widened slightly, before she schooled her face.
“My condo is paid for, and it’s secured, so I’m not worrying about anything happening to me there,” she responded, disregarding everything else I said.
She showed me just how caught up she really is in her own world. I’ve been paying fa’ a protective detail fa’ her ass. I keep telling myself it’s to keep her from getting hurt and causing Preshus stress while she’s pregnant.
“Stone, do you feel like making an announcement for me?”
Preshus’ question broke my thoughts, while reminding my ass of where I’m at.
“Fa’ what?” He spat.
“Cuz I asked, damn,” she sassed.
“Y’all are made fa’ each other. Just beautiful. Angry asses,” I taunted.
“Shut up,” they spat, at the same time, before standing, then leaving the room.
We stood, moving over to the balcony.
“What the hell she want Stone to say?” Banks questioned, reading my mind.
I wanted to know the shit too.
“Hey, everybody! Thank y’all so much for coming and showing love to ‘Creamy Pies.’ I greatly appreciate it. Please continue to enjoy yourself. There’s a lot more partying left to do. Again, thanks,” Neesha and Kimmy recited.
Our heads whipped in their direction.
“That’s why no one knows who owns this club. She never makes announcements. Anyone who has found out, someone who works here told,” Kimmy spoke up.
Nodding, we focused back on the stage. They just made it to the main stage. The noise of the club went up to deafening levels.
“Aye, y’all feel that?” I questioned.
It feels like the building rocked. The stood still to see if they could feel what I’m speaking on.
“Yeah, what’s-” Kimmy started.
KA BOMB! KA BOMB!
“Ahh, fuck!”
“Arrgghhhh!”
“Oh, my Goddd!”
“What the fuck is going on?”
Screams, pandemonium, and hysterics erupted throughout the building.
“That’s a fucking bomb!” I shouted, grabbing Kimmy.
“We gotta make it to the bottom level,” Banks shouted, in response.
Nodding, we started moving towards the staircase. The elevator wouldn’t be smart. People were getting trampled. The entertainers and athlete’s were rushing out the back from other staircases that led to their elite rooms. Some were even helping the dancers.
“I got chu’, I promise I won’t let you get hurt,” I whispered to Kimmy.
“I believe you,” she answered, with a slight tremble to her voice.
Huddling her closer to my frame, as we maneuvered the stairs.
KA BOOM! KA BOOM!
“Aww, shit! Hold the fuck on!” I yelled, as the staircase collapsed.
We fell into the other section that sits slightly below the staircase.
“God, I pray nobody is under us,” I mumbled, after we landed.
“You okay?” I questioned a semi quiet Kimmy.
“Yes, you broke my fall,” she cried a little.
“See, I keep my promises,” I answered.
“Banks! Banks! Neesha! Neesha! The fuck y’all at?” I shouted, trying to stand.
“We good, nigga! Stop yelling! Can yo ass see Stone and Preshus?” He yelled back.
Pulling myself up, then Kimmy. She’s shaken, but don’t look to be hurt. Climbing over debris, while helping Kimmy. There’s some bodies scattered on the floor. Some I can see got caught by furniture and shit landing on them. None of them are Stone or Preshus.
“Kimmy, Neesha, y’all go outside. We gonna make it through this shit to find Stone and Preshus,” I suggested.
They both looked at my ass like I’d grown anotha head.
“I ain’t going nowhere ‘til I find my-” Neesha started.
“NOOO! FUCK, NOOO! STALLIONN!”
Stone’s broken voice caught our attention. Turning our heads in the direction. On the stage, I witnessed a sight that ripped my fucking heart out.
“Nooo! Hell Noo!” Neesha yelled trying to make her way to the stage.
“Nooo! She! Noo!” Kimmy wailed.
“Fuck, man, fuck,” Banks spat, shakin’ his head, while holding on to a fighting, distraught Neesha.
I’m fucking speechless, as I hold a broken Kimmy. I never thought I would see the day when a man as strong as Stone was brought to his knees.
“This shit, man. It just can’t fucking be. Man fuck….”
To Be Continued……….
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