Page 46 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
I offered one more nod while drying my eyes. When my father let me go, I realized there was no more room for me to run. I was forced to do this marriage thing. I turned around noticing Arion’s S-Class was parked behind my father's whip. I knew it was his simply because it looked like money. Arion exuded that in every area I’d come across so far.
He leaned against it waiting for me to accept him. I scoffed knowing that man could either give me hell or bring me peace. I was playing Russian roulette with my heart at this point.
My father ushered me to the crazy man that wouldn’t let me be. The door was opened for me, then I was helped inside. Before Arion could shut the door, my father stopped him.
“I’m not a nigga that play games. This my only daughter, hell, my only child. I refuse to let anyone hurt her. She got one time to call me with anything less than good ‘bout you, and I’m on yo’ ass like white on rice. You got that?”
“I got it, Pops. I can call you Pops, right?” Arion questioned wearing a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
My father shook his head and walked off. Arion shut the door and jogged around to the driver’s side. Hopping in, that smirk had disappeared from his face in an instant. He pulled off in silence, and I had no conversation for him, not even an apology. I did what I did, so be it.
The drive was completely quiet as we cruised through the city. I could tell he had unpleasant thoughts about me but wouldn’t say it out of respect for me as his wife. He was a gentleman I couldn’t deny that. I wanted to speak up myself, but I’d done some things to him that should’ve never been forgiven.
I noticed we were close to my salon. I waited to see what was happening before saying anything. When he parked in front of it, I questioned myself on how he even knew where my place of business was. He opened his door, and I went to do the same before I was stopped dead in my tracks.
“Nah, you sit tight. I’m ’bout to be in and out,” he demanded.
“Huh? Nigga this my shop. I wish I wouldsit tight,” I threw back proceeding to climb out of the car.
When I came to the driver’s side, he stepped out with a Glock in tow. My eyes grew big as saucers as I realized what he was ‘bout to do.
“Tell all them people in there to get the fuck on. My bullets ain’t got no names on them and I’d hate to put an innocent muthafucka down,” he chimed in a stern tone.
“You may act crazy but nigga you ain’t. I shot yo’ shit up, so the fuck what. I’m going home with you ain’t I so drop it,” I countered.
He nodded and sent two shots into the shop without hesitation. I didn’t need to warn the client’s inside because they came running out screaming in fear. Arion didn’t move a muscle as they did so. I stood there in shock as this man continued to unload his clip moments later. I guess he wasn’t such an upstanding man if he felt the need to get his lick back. I applauded him for doing that shit in my face though.
Once that first clip was empty, he reloaded with another and went to town on my shit again. I was a raging woman when I terrorized his shop. I didn’t know what made him return the favor, so I was genuinely in awe for words.
“Stop shooting my shit, Arion!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. My salons were my babies before actually carrying one. I worked hard for them and didn’t need a nigga that was unappreciative of things tearing them down. “Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
He ignored me until he was good and satisfied with fuckin’ my shit up. I guess a bitch was reaping what the fuck she sowed. I was crying hard tears as I began to assess the damages. Nail Fairy’s took a lot of my blood, sweat, and tears so seeing it done wrong did something to me.
“Dry them tears ‘cause they ain’t moving me. The rabbit got the gun, now all of a sudden you so hurt. I’m gon’ always have the last fuckin’ laugh, you got me? Now, get yo’ pregnant ass in the car so we can go home and figure this shit out.” He didn’t yell, he didn’t yoke me up, nor did he get in my face to get hispoint across. He said what he said with direct eye contact, and I listened.
I rounded the car and was back in the passenger seat with my arms crossed over my chest crying like a child that just lost their favorite toy. He joined me inside and drove off unbothered. He was on his cell moments later shooting a text and I was in my head ‘bout my next move.
Pregnant and married. How the hell did I get here?
“Arion, why you chasing me so fuckin’ much? We ain’t compatible so why keep coming this way? Leave me alone, bro’,” I cried.
“You carrying my fuckin’ blood, Ma, ain’t no leaving you alone. You stole my fuckin’ name… ain’t no leaving you alone. You so fuckin’ spoiled that you be wanting shit to go yo’ way at all times. Wake the fuck up, Clover. I ain’t even trying to bully yo’ pretty ass into accepting this marriage for real, but you keep trying me. You gon’ ride with me and my big-headed ass baby you carrying and love that shit. You gon’ be a wife and mother and love that shit. Aye, I don’t even know why the fuck I’m going over this shit with you. You a grown ass woman and know exactly what’s up. All that shit you did as an Atkins ain’t flying as a Greek. You better get with the program ‘cause it’s a strict one,” he expressed.
“Arion…”
“I’m cool on whatever you got to say. I ain’t letting up ‘cause regardless of what you may think, I’m already attached. I got too much to lose losing y’all so gon’ head and shut it on up. When we get to the house, I’ll run you some bath water and whip you up some food. When you done, we can chill. Those yo’ only options.”
“I hate it here,” I mumbled underneath my breath.
He heard me loud and clear responding fast with, “I don’t give a fuck. You better learn to love it sooner than later.”
For the rest of the ride to his crib, he had the music playing low to drown me and my sniffling out. I could tell he was trying to bear with me, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted to be left alone… and loved at the same time. These newfound hormones had me utterly confused on how to feel.
As he pulled in front of his home, I took in my surroundings. Arion really was living in luxury. Our family compound consisted of a plethora of million-dollar homes. However, this nigga had one house that shitted on all of ours. His money was indeed longer than my family’s.
Once he threw it in park and turned off the ignition, I tried my best to get the fuck away from him by popping open the door and jumping out. I was naturally clumsy, so I slipped on my way out. Arion was to me in the blink of an eye.
“My fuckin’ pressure gon’ be sky high fuckin’ with you. You trying to take my family away from me? Huh?” he shouted picking me up off the ground and sitting me back on the passenger seat.
