Page 34 of In Too Deep

Allen’s car was parked near a fence. He was leaned up against the trunk of his car. A flame flickered in front of his face, before he blew clouds of smoke into the misty air. Releasing a shaky breath, I turned the engine off and placed my head against it and said a silent prayer. This couldn’t go any other way, but I needed this one-on-one talk with God. Opening my eyes, I faced darkness aside from the flickering light switch above me, with ambient lighting.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

My head snapped up, brows furrowing in fear at the hard tap against the car window. Allen cooly pulled from his blunt, matching my expression as he blew smoke into the air again, while motioning for me to exit the car. Knocked out of my daze, I pulled the handle and stepped out. The rocks under my sandals made me stumble just a tad, but I caught my footing. Wind rustled at me, causing me to clench my teeth as I walked towards him, turning my nose up at blunt of loud.

“You straight?”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.”

He inhaled smoke as we walked. The moon peeked between the clouds before the stars. “Take a puff of this shit and you’ll relax.”

“I’m good,” I shook my head, moving his hand away from my face.

Looking ahead, I noticed the FedEx truck at the stoplight, wrecking my nerves even more. Allen was calm and cool, per himself, and I began to feel like shit about this. Leaning against the trunk of Romelo’s car, my stomach felt queasy knowing in a matter of seconds he was about to be maggot food.

“How much you sell today?”

I shook my head, not bothering to muster up a lie. “Not much, I’ve been a little under the weather?”

“Damn and I was about to let you hit my blunt and you over there with the fuckin’ cooties,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” I laughed with him. “I didn’t take it nigga.”

The car slightly moved when he leaned back against the trunk, resting his elbows on top of it, looking ahead, following my gaze.

“There that nigga go right there. He gone knock off a few stacks for being late. That nigga caught a flat,” he uttered, seeming upset.

“Okay,” I nodded rapidly.

“You got that?” He quizzed, referencing my cut.

That was one of the things I mentioned to Romelo. He had all of the money I made, and none of it was on me. I closed my eyes shut because I had to move quick, or Romelo would think that I was stalling, and that wasn’t worth my life. Allen didn’t deserve this, but that wasn’t up to me right now. Another deep breath escaped from my lungs as I unlocked the trunk. Romelo’s bottom lip was sucked between his teeth as his gun was aimed at Allen.

“What the fuck?” Allen’s eyes darted between Romelo and me with a puzzled expression.

Saying a few words, Romelo fired two shots, one to the head and one to the chest. Allen tried to reach for his waist, but time wasn’t on his side, and by that point, it was already too late, and his body crashed into the ground. Blood spat on my shirt, my face, and my mouth, forcing me to release a gut wrenching scream as I tried to erase what I’d seen and wipe the blood off my body. I looked on as Romelo beat the shit out of Allen’s lifeless body, muttering words here and there. Shaking my head at the scene, I couldn’t do anything but get in the car and try to take off. Thankfully, the keys were still in the ignition, and I cranked upthe car with no issues. Bullets flew through the glass as I ducked, while trying my best to drive off without harming anyone. Tears blurred my vision and my heart was beating heavily through my chest. The bullets rattled me, sounding like bombs in my ears. I glanced back to see Romelo still firing shots with the gun pointed towards me as onlookers looked at the scene in horror. Facing forward again, my eyes grew wide seeing that I was inches away from hitting the back of a parked car. I wasn’t quick enough on my feet to move before the airbags deployed ,and everything faded to black.

“Nigga this ain’t quite a fuckin’favor. This bitch look every bit of dead,” Roxx snapped with a cigar hanging from his mouth.

The freaky ass nigga was shirtless, with nut leaking from his dick. I wasn’t new to his freaky ass lifestyle, but it made me feel like less of a maniac when I saw what he was into. Roxx didn’t believe in monogamy, and the thought of being a one-woman man put a bad taste in his mouth. He saw fit screwing his assistants if they were into that type of shit, with no strings attached, but that never turned out right.

Every time I visited RoxxGuard, there was a new receptionist with high sex appeal. He never fucked with ugly bitches, but I always told him one day he’d meet a woman that’d make him want to turn his player card in and have him in a choke hold.

“Mane, who the fuck said she was dead nigga,” I argued back, more so pissed off that he answered the door on demon time. “And why the fuck you answer the door wit’ yo dick out when I told you I was on the way with her?”

Roxx and I are the same height, but he’s way darker than me. Taking my mama’s coffee bean complexion from her, just like Reese. He’s built too, but not stocky. When his cybersecurity software company wasn’t kicking his ass or when he wasn’t balls deep in some pussy, he favored the gym. He was the spitting image of my father, while I looked like a mixture of both our parents; Roxx mirrored our father. Reese resembled our mother, only gaining his height from our father.

I carried Synthia’s limp body through his dungeon. It was a short walk from his car garage, and there was only one way in and one way out. He saw fit for an off duty doctor when shit got a little too rambunctious when he hosted sex parties or when his partners begged for more than they could handle, so I requested the favor knowing he’d come through for me. Synthia wasn’t dead, but she took a serious blow to the head, mainly from the airbag deploying. There was a small gash above her left eyebrow, and she needed stitches. I couldn’t risk taking her to the hospital, so I did what was convenient. She’d get the same amount of treatment here, if not better.

“Because, bitch, this my mothafuckin’ house. I grew up cleaning yo lil’ shrimp of a dick, so seeing mine for a while won’t hurt,” he chuckled.

“Aye nigga,” I warned him. “I ain’t got no knuckle dick.”

“My dick seven inches on soft, so what does that tell you. Pull yours out and let me see it,” he challenged me.

“Gay ass nigga, fuck I look like having a dick swangin’ contest with you,” I playfully pushed him after laying Synthia down on the gurney.

“That’s what the fuck I thought,” he boasted. “Who’s she?” He pointed at Synthia.

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