Page 39 of Truth

“Fine, Green is a possible.”

“Green’s cool, but I’ll miss you.”

“We can still hang out. I just need to take care of a few things in my personal life. The email has been sent, so Chief won’t be surprised when he sees my uniform and identification card.”

I needed to get back. I knew Truth was going to want to ring my neck, but since he wanted to pretend what happened didn’t happen, I figured I might as well do the same.

“Hey, I think the Uber is outside. Let me walk you out.” I reached down and stroked Shadow’s head. “How long do I need to cat sit?”

“Shut up, and I don’t know. I just know Germ hates him. Poor baby almost leaped and knocked me over when I went inside our place. I know you’ll take good care of him. Just set a timer for food and water for the days you are at work. Or maybe Keisha can handle that.” He blushed, lowering his head. “She’s good for you. I’m glad you finally made your move.”

“I mean, I couldn’t consider you, so…”

“Hush.” I playfully punched him. He wasn’t the least bit interested in me but loved to tease me about it.

I made decisions for me, but Germ was next. I also went home to gather the money I had saved. I made a call and was told he could apply for scholarships. It wouldn’t be me doing it for him with all my own money, but every little bit helped.

“Oh, there’s my ride.” I paused when I noticed the tinted windows were dark. I leaned forward, and a sigh of relief followed. It was a woman. I opened the door, and I almost pissed on myself. There was Truth, and he wasn’t happy at all.

“No thanks.” I slammed the door and proceeded to walk.

He’d been trying to control my mood… my entire fucking life since our paths crossed. I was so angry that tears welled up in my eyes. What was worse was I didn’t want to be angry.

I wanted him and only him. If he didn’t chase me, then what Teenie said was true—he was playing me. What was the point if he didn’t mean well anyway? I was a distraction, a nuisance, and in his way. What if he did get shot that day, and he was more worried about me? That was a recipe for disaster for the Saints.

“Stupid fuck,” I muttered, looking left then right before I crossed the street.

I could make the number twelve. It ran every thirty minutes. I looked at my watch and noticed it was after 8:00 PM. Fuck! That meant every hour.

“I hate him. I swear I do. If he?—”

I screamed when strong arms scooped me up. I swung and swung then went to ram the jerk in his chin when he screamed out my name.

“Mercilyn! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I blinked then looked around with hopes to escape.

“I’m tired of doing this with your mean ass. You’re coming home, and that’s it.”

He lifted me over his shoulder, and I pounded and pounded on his huge ass back. Damn, I think it hurt my hands more than him as I winced from the pain it caused, forgetting my injuries. The poor Uber girl sat with her mouth ajar as he opened the door, bent down, and tossed me in the back.

“Don’t you fucking move either.”

“Ma’am, can you call the police? This man is a serial kidnapper! We both can be in danger.”

She gulped then looked at Truth who had managed to squeeze in and close the door.

“Jackie, pull off.”

“Jackie?” I whipped my head in his direction.

Clearly he and Jackie were quite familiar with each other. Great. Just fucking great.

“Well, Jackie. How about you go home with him, let him fuck you, tell you that he’s yours, then fuck you again only then ignore you for weeks?” I spat angrily as tears flooded my eyes.

“This shit,” he mumbled as Jackie’s eyes bucked.

“Oh, and it gets better. Make sure he’s the only man to make you cry and cum at the same time back to back.”

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