Page 46 of In Too Deep

“What are you trying to say?”

“Nothing that you have heard, Trecee.”

Adjusting myself on the steps, we talked a little while longer before we parted ways. Trecee didn’t bother giving me a ride home, so Mimi offered that I kick it with her for a while, so we could chop it up. Romelo was tracking me. He knew I was at Mimi’s house before I mentioned it to him, giving me a little bit of freedom.

Before exiting his car, he threatened to kill me if I thought about trying anything stupid like ditching the phone and escaping. I could’ve, but as long as I continued to trick off, I’d remain under his wing, getting tongue fucked in the ass and pussy.

“You know I’m not stupid, right?” Mimi voiced, turning down Teedra Moses booming from the radio.

“Huh?”

“Does it look like I was born yesterday?”

Mimi momentarily took her eyes off the road and glanced at me. “How long have you been fucking him?”

“What?” I shrieked, my eyes growing wide, hoping to deny any more accusations. “Fucking who?”

“Rome,” she stated casually.

“Who said I was fucking him?” I muttered, denying the accusation, if she didn’t have any proof.

“Bitch,” she put her eyes back on the road and batted her eyelashes, shaking her head. “You want me to buss you upside the head?”

I sucked my teeth and shook my head, sinking into the seat. Facing the gravel in the road, I pursed my lips and swallowed the guilt.

“How’d you find out?”

“The night you did Emily’s hair, I wanted to come by and check on you. Especially the shit you told me about the drop. I wanted to see how you were doing because you didn’t call to tell me if everything went well. I was worried, so I pulled up and saw his car in your driveway. Don’t nobody in the hood drives a Maybach S-class Mercedes Benz. When were you gonna tell me? Is this why you popped up and fought her?”

I cut her off, stopping her rant. “No, Mimi,” I scoffed then released a deep sigh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Shit has been wild as hell for me this past week. Those phones that Allen had me rob were his. Bitch, they werehisiPhones!”

“What?” she gasped, with shock cast on her face. “The one who they found dead at the Love’s truck stop?”

“Girl, yes! After the fight Trecee and I had, you know I walked home. I was pissed off that day. He pulled up on me and gave mea ride. I shot off on him, thinking he was coming to get back at me for beating his bitch, but he basically gave me a hand clap for popping off on her ass. All that hate Trecee has for me is crazy when I’m her nigga’s biggest fan. He gave me a few G’s, seeing how I live. I felt like a damn charity case, but you know I ain’t never been ashamed of shit.”

“Right,” she concurred.

“I sort of felt bad for taking it from him, but I didn’t turn it down. So, as a thank you for the ride home, I promised him dinner. By this point, after the lick, my pockets were fat and full. He came over, talking to me, vibing out and smoking, in his element the day after I hit the lick. Next thing I know, after feeding him a low vibrational meal, that nigga had his nose smashed into my clit while he feasted on my pussy and ass. Mimi, I swear, it happened so fast.”

“Synthia, I ain’t judging you, but do you know what you’re doing? Right or wrong, I’m riding with you regardless, but Rome is too close to home.”

Reality sank in, hitting me like a lightning bolt after the guilt subsided.

“That’s not even the other shit though.”

“After making me cum, we talked some more, and I mentioned Telo Wireless and flipping the iPhones. Bitch that nigga pulled a gun on me and said that I robbed him. I was scared for my life. Next thing I know, I got hit upside the head and woke up in this big ass mansion. Mimi, this shit is so messy.”

“Well, it’s obvious that he didn’t kill you, so what was he doing all of that for?”

“That house is a trap. The windows are metal and in the middle of nowhere, apparently. He told me he’s always wanted me and admires my day to day hustle. Basically in exchange for sex, I get whatever I want. I have a Wells Fargo card in my name.” Pausing midsentence, I grabbed my cell phone frombetween my thighs and went to the banking app to show her the funds loaded into my checking account. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth gaped open in shock at the many zeros.

“Bitch what type of fairy pussy do you have?” She giggled and darted her eyes back on the road, coming to a stop at a stoplight. “Synthia I’m all for a lil’ trick, but Rome, of all fucking people.”

“I know,” I moaned, smashing my head against the headrest. “Girl, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how nasty that nigga is.”

“Most wealthy niggas are nasty.”

“And when he’s done with you, then what?”

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