Page 12 of Soft On Her
Sneaux’s face instantly frowned up. “How the fuck did you end up engaged to AC?” She interrogated, her cold tone sent a chill down my spine. Though her first few lines to me were short and demanding, there was warmth in her tone. Upon hearing that I was engaged to AC, that was no longer the case. “You’re planning to marry a whore? A nigga that’s sure to catch something and bring it home! I had to stop Levi from shooting him earlier because he thought it was a good idea to touch me.”
My brows heightened, and my eyes squinted at Sneaux due to the last part of her statement. Just the thought of AC touching Sneaux pissed me off. Not because I cared what AC was doing, but I probably would melt down if I saw anyone intimately touching Sneaux.
It took me back to when Sneaux had her first girlfriend during our senior year of high school. I hated that bitch, Olly, and made it glaringly obvious to the point that she gave Sneaux the “it’s me or her” speech. Olly thought she was bigger than the program when she tossed out that ultimatum, but Sneaux sent her ass on about her business. That was the moment I knew I had to gather the courage to express my feelings for Sneaux.
“Plus, deep down inside, we both know you like women! What the fuck are you doing? What you got going on?” Sneaux interrupted my trip down memory lane.
“First of all, I’m bisexual. So it’s not too far-fetched for me to marry a man. And it’s too late for you to care about what’s going on in my life!”
“I’ve always given a fuck about what happened to you, Milani. I drop a few hundred thousand dollars a year to help my geeky ass best friend create and maintain software to find missing people. All because I was never able to find you! You disappeared after your father died. I even attended his funeralwhen it was finally held, but you and your mother were absent. Where the fuck have you been?”
I took a deep breath to buy myself some time, but gunshots rang out. Providing me with even more time as we ducked behind the nearest car in the parking lot.
“It’s always some shit when I come down here,” Sneaux complained as she stood in front of me in a protective stance.
Initially, I assumed we were in the wrong place at the wrong time while some random shot at another random in the distance, but more gunshots rang out and they pierced the car we were crouched behind.
“Oh my God, it’s not random. They are shooting at us!” I badgered. “Who would be shooting at you? You are truly bad luck, Sneaux. The last time I saw you, a gunfight broke out as well.”
“If you be quiet so I can concentrate, I’ll make sure we get out of this one too,” Sneaux chastised me.
I swallowed hard and rummaged around in my purse until I found the throwing dagger. I was able to sneak it into the lounge via the secret compartment AC had customized for me. It wasn’t much, but it was all I had if it came to that. My adrenaline was pumping, and I sobered up like I hadn’t taken a sip of liquor all night. After the second round of gunshots that came our way, there was screaming and running in the distance, but we seemed to be on our own in the parking lot. The sound of footsteps approaching had Sneaux looking beneath the car. After a few seconds, she aimed her gun and pulled the trigger twice. A gut curdling scream cut through the silent parking lot, and the sound of shoes scraping the pavement soon followed. A black Suburban swerved into the parking lot and came to a screeching halt in front of us.
Sneaux stood, extending her hand in my direction to take. I knew I should’ve resisted, but I folded and placed my handin hers. With my dagger grasped tightly in my hand, I ran to the Suburban. Sneaux opened the door, and I climbed in while she went to the side of the car where the man who took two to the shins should’ve been, but I could tell by the loud fuck she groaned that he was no longer there. She calmly rushed back over with her outfit and heels still intact, while I looked a disheveled mess. Sneaux climbed into the seat next to me and closed the door behind her. Her driver sped off, and she emitted a low chuckle, running her hands across my dagger.
“You really brought a knife to a gun fight?”
“Well, I am just leaving a lounge that has security at the door. I couldn’t necessarily bring a gun inside. But I was going to do what I could with my dagger. It’s not a knife,” I retorted, my eyes searing into Sneaux. “I’m not the same damsel in distress I used to be. I had to toughen up when my father died. If it came down to it, I would’ve done all I could with this dagger,” I explained.
I could still remember the disgruntled facial expression that Mr. Luis wore when I told him I didn’t know how to shoot a gun. If Sneaux would’ve needed my help that day, I couldn’t confidently say I would’ve been of much use. But things were different now; if Sneaux took the front, I could handle the back.
We were sitting in the third row, and I was positioned behind the driver’s seat. Without taking my eyes off Sneaux, I lifted the hand holding my small dagger and hurled it across the truck, aiming for the glove compartment. It sliced cleanly through the narrow space between the driver and passenger seats, embedding itself in the exterior of the glove compartment with a sharp thud.
“Whoa!” Her driver shouted, and I knew from his tone he was glaring at us through the rearview mirror. “Milani Harris?” Bill’s curious tone snatched my attention away from Sneaux. He had been her personal security and driver since we were in middle school. The fact that he still held that position was atrue testament of how thorough Mr. Luis was when choosing the security detail for his only child.
“Hi Bill, long time no see,” I waved at him.
“Likewise, you know Sneaux never stopped looking for you. I’m happy she finally found you. Don’t get lost again,” Bill noted.
“Yeah, and don’t tell anybody else. I’ll be the one to make Milani’s presence known,” Sneaux requested, staring back at Bill through the rearview mirror.
“You got it,” he nodded, then glanced over to me. “I’m just happy to see that you’re okay after all of these years.”
“What makes you think I want my presence known to anyone? I have my own life to get back to,” I interrupted their conversation.
“Why do you want to play with me, Milani? This ain’t the same Sneaux from nine years ago. I’ll be damned if I let you get away again. I got you now,” she vehemently avowed to protect me. “You showed up at my lounge, the random night I decided to pop up. The same lounge that I named while thinking of you. This was fate!”
“Was it also fate that I was put in harm’s way thanks to a member of the Black family for a second time?”
“What the fuck is your problem, Milani? What the fuck is up with you? You disappear then pop back up like ain’t shit happened. Like I didn’t ever mean shit to you,” Sneaux raged, pulling her phone out of her purse.
She clicked around to initiate a group FaceTime with Levi and Terrel.
“Yoooooooo!”Terrel yelled into the phone. He was in a strip club, and a thick, brown skinned woman slid down on the pole behind him.
“You better be having an emergency because I was asleep,” Levi’s groggy voice came through, but his background was pitch black.
“Who the fuck did you put on AC?”Sneaux interrogated.
