Page 40 of Truth

I looked at him as he sat with furrowed brows and his mouth hung open.

“Then he does nice shit for you like buy you clothes, shoes, and even dives in front of bullets. Need I go on?”

“S-sir?”

“Jackie, this is Mercilyn, the only fucking woman to drive me crazy. I would bend her over and fuck her in this back seat, but I’m too fucking big, and I might traumatize your ass. Drive home, and I’ll send someone to pick you up in the morning.” He looked at me with a smirk. “Jackie works for our rideshare business, Merci. It just rolled out last week.”

“Rideshare?” I squeaked then covered my face. My entire existence with Truth consisted of run ins, drive-by shootings, hot passionate sex, and misunderstandings. I would run from my ass too if I was him.

“Yeah… Rideshare.”

“I’m so sorry, Jackie. I really am.”

I looked his way and poked him. “How did you know where I was, sir? I’m starting to think our run ins were planned.”

“Fuck all that. When Kane’s a dead man, thank yourself. Now, move over some. You smell like him and a fucking cat. Damn cat man—a straight pussy.”

Once we made it back to his place, he told me everything from the race to his visit with his father and even Alix’s paternity. We sat for hours until we both fell off to sleep. For the first time in years, when I woke up, it was not from a terrible nightmare.

He also told me how Beast handled the Saints’ problem with the Hells Devils, and he was retiring. Those motherfuckers could have killed us that day. I’d be forever grateful to his father and couldn’t wait to meet him. Crazily, I wasn’t sure how I felt about him stepping down since I wanted to be marked as a Saint Riderz girl. Yeah, I was a hypocrite. So the fuck what?

“What?Are a few prospects about to be jumped in?” I sassed as we pulled up to Scotland Park.

It had been six months, and things between me and Truth were more than I could ever imagine.

Teenie giggled while Joreen’s eyes lit up as she pushed her lips against Germ’s. We were in Teenie’s truck, something Biscuit purchased for her. He, like Germ, preferred riding his souped-up motorcycle.

“They don’t get jumped in, crazy girl. And relax. Bitches are about to be jelly because we all know that Biscuit is going to kill it today.”

“Oh, so you’re claiming him again?” I asked, and Joreen giggled. After Biscuit lost that last race, everyone clowned him from all that bragging he’d done before Breeze showed his ass that he needed to take his time to catch up with him.

“Nope. It will be my Germaine. Right, baby?” Joreen tooted out her lips, and he pecked them.

I loved that for them, and it was proof that we’d come a long way. I didn’t necessarily call her a friend, but she’d calmed down quite a bit, and she made Germ work for her love. She even started doing nails at a shop in the same plaza where he stalked her.

“Merci, can you try to have a good time today? Loosen up. Everything will be fine.”

Teenie slid out the driver’s seat and stick out her tongue before she spun around and slapped her ass.

“I’ll try,” I mumbled when I saw Drake walking toward us.

“Y’all made it.” He took my hand and held it. “Hey, pretty baby.” He smirked before he lifted both hands. “Hey, can’t blame a nigga for trying though. I know you’re Truth’s.”

“Glad you know,” Teenie chimed in, being the instigator she was.

He then slapped hands with Germ.

“Your shit is nice. Eriqua did her thing with that paint job. She just parked it.”

Her shop wasn’t too far from the park, which was filled with people and vendors that were selling everything from t-shirts and jewelry to skin care products. Today, we were celebrating Truth’s passing the torch to Brick. He wanted to focus more on his young boys program,Truth’s Riderz.

“Bitch, I’m hungry.”

Of course, Teenie was hungry.

“Let’s eat.”

Before I walked off with her, Germ called my name. We’d been through a lot, and even though I gave him a hard time, I was glad he pushed back. He was a Saint Rider now, and he had applied to a nearby art school and was accepted.

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