Page 17 of Soft On Her
“I hate you,” I laughed, and reached down to help Terrel off the ground.
“I can’t get up yet dickhead. I’m barely breathing,” he swatted my hand away. “You definitely putting me down with Deja now. Tell me everything you know about her thick ass to make it easy for me to get in her panties. My homies said single mother pussy be fire. That’s why niggas couldn’t pull out fast enough.”
“I wouldn’t know. Never tried it before,” I shrugged.
“What about you, Levi?” Terrel queried, still holding himself on the ground, but he was slightly relaxed now.
Levi mugged us, arms folded across his chest like a father wishing he could whoop his bad ass kids, but DCF was looking over his shoulder. He ignored Terrel’s ignorant ass question and narrowed his eyes on me.
“You need to figure out where the fuck she has been for the last nine years, since that’s a code no one has bothered to crack yet. Somebody was hiding her, and maybe that’s who shot at her.Also, where is her mother? We haven’t had bullets aimed at us in nine years. It’s mighty convenient that she pops up and you’re dodging bullets.”
Levi said his piece then continued jogging down the sidewalk.
“He’s fucking pissed,” I laughed, running behind Levi, leaving Terrel on the ground.
“Okay. I’ll just be here!” Terrel shouted from his spot on the ground.
Levi and I completed the two mile run in silence. The sound of our shoes pounding against the pavement and our rhythmic breathing filled the space. We were both in deep thought about the situation at hand. When we made it back to the estate, I veered off towards my home while Levi continued to his parents’ house next door.
“I’m not blowing you off. I’ll have answers to all of our questions soon,” I shouted across the yard.
Levi raised his thumb and continued jogging towards his house. Upon entering my house, something felt off. Immediately on high alert, I slowly slid open the drawer to the entryway table and pulled out the Baby 9.
“Milani!” I called out to her and received no answer as I maneuvered slowly and quietly through the house. My feet picked up speed once I ensured the common areas were clear of threats. I took the stairs two by two until I was in my bedroom, where there was no sign of Milani. Lifting my phone from the nightstand, I went to call the security at the gate.
“Y’all let a woman walk off the property and didn’t say shit?” I barked into the phone.
“We didn’t let anybody walk off the property. Whoever you took in your house last night drove out of the gate in your truck with Bill. We never received instructions to keep anyoneon property, and Bill has unfettered access, so we followed protocol,” he replied, and I hung up, rushing down the stairs.
When I got to the last step on the stairs, I noticed a folded piece of paper sitting on the counter next to the Chanel bag. I dialed Bill’s number while reading the note.
Sneaux,
I meant every word I said last night. However, the reality of the world we live in will require us to wait. You gave me nine years. I just need you to let me figure a few things out, and then I’m all yours.
Please just let me have a few days.
Milani
Smacking the Chanel giftbag across the counter, it slammed into the wall, then landed with a hard thud. I grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and headed back out the door.
“Hello,”Bill finally answered the phone.
“Why the fuck did you drive off the property with Milani? Bring her the fuck back!” I demanded, pacing the floor.
“I received a text from your phone that told me to take her where she needed to be. When I got there, Milani was waiting at the door. I thought y’all got into it or something,”he detailed.
“Just bring her back!”I barked.
“I kinda already dropped her off,”he faltered, and I knew Bill well enough to know that he was rubbing that bald ass head.
“What the fuck do you mean kinda! Either you did or you didn’t!”
“The Publix outside of the neighborhood. Somebody picked her up from there about ten minutes ago. I’m already back at the estate. I’m pulling through the gates now.”
I hung up on Bill and shot Terrel and Levi a group text.
Me: 911.
