by Natavia
“Excuse you, can I help you jumping in my shit like that? Knock on the fucking door I could have rolled down a window.” I complained while cutting my eyes at these jokers. I heard a thump behind me and saw a few more boxes on the floor of the back seat. This fat ass dude who smelled like a pound of weed and chitlings squeezed his ass in the front seat of my car and began to burrow into the leather. I noticed he still didn’t answer my question and looked like he was settling in for an extended stay. “Are you Topher? If you are you need to pay me my half up front and get the hell out of my car. This ain’t no Uber,” I said curling my lip and feeling my temper flare.
“Naw I ain’t Topher,” was all he said as he started eating a bag of Lays chips dropping crumbs in my whip and all down his shirt. He gave me a smile, his mouth filled with snacks and I almost fainted in disgust. Hell naw I didn’t even let kids eat in my shit. Opening the door I jumped out smacking one of the four stooges in the process.
“Damn ma, what’s the problem. I’m Topher and that’s Jit, he gonna take that ride with you to Binghamton to make sure my shit makes it where it needs to go. I got half your bread up front and the other half after my shit is secure.” This little scrawny baby looking ass boy talking to me like he was a boss had me laughing, loudly.
Snatching the first thousand out of his hand I looked Topher up and down assessing what kind of dude he was. He had on a black hoodie and black jeans even though it was hot as fuck outside. His little beady eyes strolled up and down my body like he was inspecting something he just purchased. Slowly I shook my head in the negative. “Topher your people riding wit’ me is a no go. I ride solo, and him smelling like a pound is a huge giveaway if I get pulled over. He can ride behind me, or you can whatever but get Kenny crunch out my fucking car now.” I put some bass in my voice as I walked around to open the door for this nigga. His chip eating ass had to get the fuck out.
“Yo Jit follow her in the Honda, I got shit to do. Make sure there are no fuck-ups.” He demanded walking away, he got in the back of a Yukon. Finally, I had my car to myself. I whispered a prayer for safety, guidance, and forgiveness before turning my cell phone off. I adjusted my mirrors, buckled up and turned my song on. As soon as Smooth Sailing by Trick Daddy and Trina came on I turned it up and got in my zone.
Smooth sailing, smooth sailing
On the 95 sailing
Sak pase to my Haitians
Roll a spliff with Jamaicans
Smooth sailing, smooth sailing
As I backed out slowly nothing else was on my mind but the job in front of me. All the other shit, Scar, Topher and his crew, work was all a distant memory. When I drove I only had eyes for the road in front of me and the cars around me. Like it or not this shit was a business and I was good at this particular part of it. I prided myself in my work, quality over speed was my mantra. Shit speeding in this business could get me twenty-five to life.
A few hours out the ride was peaceful, just the way I liked it and suddenly the rain started. The Heavens opened up and I could barely see two feet in front of me. Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel I went over my options in my head. Looking at the time I decided to push on and not stop. I was an hour out and I needed to keep moving so I could pick my daughter up at some point before it was too late. Miss May keeping her while I work, or anytime was a blessing. I felt like Mulan was going to end up being an only child because I couldn’t see myself falling in love again so I was grateful she had Scars cousins to keep her company. They spoiled her endlessly when she was with them, especially Love. She would read Mulan books and put on little dance shows for her. No matter how many times I tried to explain she was not Scars daughter they still didn’t get it.
Finally pulling up to the Super 8 motel where I was instructed to make the drop off I pulled off to the back and parked. Looking at my Michael Khors watch I was annoyed that I was still sitting and waiting when I knew I saw sloppy Sam or Jit whatever the fuck his name was pull in right behind me. Startled by the loud knock on my window I looked up in annoyance. What now. Rolling the window down a crack I raised an eyebrow in anticipation. “Yo ma you need to come inside right quick so we can unload. Just leave the keys in the car.” I was instructed. Looking outside at the rain that was still drizzling down I automatically shook my head no.
I turned my head to pick up my phone and next thing I knew I was being dragged out of the car by my arm. Oh hell no I knew this shit was a bad idea. Now I was getting robbed by Topher’s own team. That was what I got for working with a fucking toddler. I tried to fight but the grip on my arm was too tight and I had these fucking heels on. “Stop fucking fighting me,” a deep voice yelled in my ear. A familiar voice, one I went to bed thinking about every night and woke up missing every morning.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I stopped fighting and walked to the room he was damn near dragging me towards. He never said another word but I could tell by the stiff movements of his body he was pissed. He threw me on the bed and slammed the door shut. He looked eviler than the last time I saw him. He hadn’t shaved in a few weeks and his eyes were low and bloodshot like the bottle was his new best friend. His once perfect waves were gone and he now had a head full of thick wild hair. He paced the floor back and forth muttering to himself.
After ten minutes of this there was a knock and he opened the door. In came Jit with a smirk on his face when he looked my way. “It’s all loaded boss. I can make the final trip for you if you are tied up.” He said waving towards me.
“Naw I will be ready to roll in a minute. This won’t take long.”
“I am sure it won’t, she is a mean fucking thing, that one there. Don’t have a nice bone in her body and looks like the only facial expression she knows is to roll her eyes. If you don’t want to teach her a lesson, I will.” He finished licking his lips and went to sit in the desk chair. Jesus, he just pulled a box of slim jims from somewhere and began devouring them. He was like a walking vending machine.
Scar walked towards him and punched him upside the head so hard he started choking on his spicy beef sticks. “Get up and get the fuck out. When you see her if you see her don’t even fix those ashy fucking lips to say a word. If she has an attitude that’s ok, it’s her business and mine.” He walked over to the door and opened it. I could tell his patience was wearing thin because he was cracking his knuckles. Something he did when he was frustrated. I guess Jit was familiar with Scars nasty attitude because choking and all he got the fuck up and went outside.
“See you Xanaya are the source of so much fucking distress in my life. I wonder if you are some sort of Karma on a nigga, maybe something I did in a past life is coming to haunt me now because the shit you do, that you doing is stressing me the fuck out.” He stopped and moved closer to me so we were facing each other. His body was over mine, his strong legs pinning mine to the bed and his Gucci belt buckle digging into my stomach. He closed his eyes like he just couldn’t stand the sight of me. But his body said otherwise. I wanted to reach out and touch him but I knew he would pull away so I just waited.
His lips brushed mine, it was so fast I thought I imagined the kiss but then he came back and crushed his lips to mine. He kissed me gently then hard then gently again. Taking turns sucking on my bottom lip then biting it until I could taste the metallic blood in my mouth. I deserved it all, the punishment for not being with him, his anger. I did this and I could never fix it. Sciony aka Scar was the only man who I would ever love and the one man I lost.
I could feel how hard he was beneath me and I knew what was coming next. He never could resist makeup sex. Feeling his hands on my thighs, rough as he made his way to the top of my stockings he viciously ripped them off. Next, his hands snatched my panties, he scratched my leg in the process and I cried out. “Ouch,” I tried to move a little but his cold eyes stopped me. He didn’t apologize or slow down what he was doing.
Feeling his dick slid into its home I could no longer think or breathe. Using my free hand, I caressed Scars fac
e and then pulled his head closer to mine. It was my turn to kiss him. He pulled back some and placed my legs on his shoulders. I began throwing my pussy back and I could tell he loved it because he was moaning like a bitch. Scratching his back I talked shit urging him to fuck me harder. I meant it too, I knew I was going to be limping around tomorrow with a face full of tears but I didn’t give a fuck. I could feel myself about to orgasm and I tried to hold back. I didn’t want this to end so soon. He pulled all the way out and watched me cum, a look of satisfaction on his face. He still knew my body, knew everything I needed and how to satisfy me in ways no one else could.
No longer being gentle he rammed his dick hard causing me to flinch. He didn’t stop, just kept going deeper and deeper until I was ready to cum again. I felt him grab my ass and pull me close to him as he filled me with his semen. Not even bothering to pull out.
He looked at me like a random bitch he fucked as he jumped up and went to clean himself up. “I still want to kill you, for so long I wanted to kill you for breaking my heart and now this shit. You think it’s cute to be running drugs up and down the fucking highways. What happens to Mulan when yo’ stupid ass goes to jail? Who is going to take care of her?”
“I am doing what I have to do, she only has me, no father no one else.” He grabbed me by my throat before I could finish. I felt like I had crossed a line but I didn’t know what that line was.
“So you were doing what you had to? So my money wasn’t good enough? Ten thousand dollars a month I give your spoiled ass and every time May has Mulan I am there buying her clothes, shoes and anything else she needs. But I guess my money was not good enough so you had to run drugs. Or you just doing this for free? You fucking that nigga Topher? If you are he is dead, so I hope you can carry that shit around on your conscious. He dropped me and turned to leave.
“I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about, ten thousand a month? Shit, I make six hundred dollars a month at funky ass Walmart and my rent is over a thousand. I never got a dime from you and why should I? You hate me, threw me away the first time I cheated even though I took you back time and time again. Scar I am sorry,” I cried out in a sob. He looked at me one last time and shook his head.
Throwing a stack of money on the bed he curled his lips into a scowl. “Yea I guess your moms been stealing your money and I look like a fucking dummy right?” Watching the door slam behind him I wondered what the fuck he meant about my mother.