Page 71 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Again nigga, what the fuck that got to do with me? That’s your wife who wants a new vehicle. Imani nor me are making her join the club,” I say then smile.
Before Imani starts back at the hospital, she wants to have her club up and running. She’s so determined and excited. She’s been talking about it non-stop. Already, most of the women that race with her at the track are interested in joining.
“This shit is just crazy. Presha doesn’t even drive the fucking speed limit and she wants to race.” He shakes his head then he grabs another croissant.
“Damn nigga. You gone eat them all,” I say before closing the lid on the container.
“Them shits good.” He stands then walks over to the office fridge and takes a bottle of milk. Hazel keeps the fridgestocked with milk for Brick. When he sits back down behind her desk, he asks about DJ and Makenna. “Did your lawyer ever find her to serve her?”
“No. She has to run an ad or some shit as a final attempt. She’s tried everything else. After the ad shit, if Makenna isn’t found, she’s going to file something that gets me custody by default.”
“I just can’t believe she out there bad like that.”
“Shit. Me either. Makenna always cared about what people thought and she never even hit a blunt with me. This version of her is foreign as hell to me. I can’t call it but I pray she gets it together before that shit kills her.”
“Real shit. I’m just glad you got lil man when you did.”
“Me too,” I admit.
“And Imani. Things with him and her are straight?”
“Hell yea. He loves her more than me,” I tease then chuckle. I love everything about their relationship. “But what’s this shit about? Amon never comes to the warehouse anymore.”
“Yo guess as good as mine. I got the same message you did. Hell, Brick don’t even know what this shit about. The last shipments ain’t have no issues so I can’t call it.”
“I might need to do something about DJ. It’s already two and they’re not here yet. His school lets out at three-thirty,” I say after glancing at my watch.
“I can see if Presha can leave the center,” he says referring to the women’s shelter where Presha works.
“Nah. Imma hit Imani. Her class isn’t until five,” I say then hit her contact on my phone. She answers after a few rings.
“Hey, baby. What’s up?” she says
“I might need you to get DJ. I got an important meeting here and looks like it’s gone run late. I know you got your class but I really ne-”
“Baby, you don’t have to explain. I got him,” she says, cutting me off. “What time should I be there?”
“He gets out at three-thirty but that line starts forming around three. You’ll see all the signs and the officers directing the traffic. That shit is organized as fuck.”
“I’ll be there at three then. Do I need to show my ID or something?”
“I’m going to send you his QR code. Just show it and they will scan it and have him out to your ride.”
“A QR code. Damn, I’ve been out of school a long ass time if it’s like that.”
“I said that same thing. But thank you, beautiful. Hopefully, I’ll be done before your class.”
“If you’re not, don’t worry about it. I’ll just take him with me and he’ll be fine. He might even like it,” she says and I can’t help but smile at the way she loves on and watches out for him.
“A’ight. I’m sending the code and I’ll hit you as soon as this shit is over.”
“Bet,” she says with a grin.
“You stealing my words?” I ask, amused.
“Yea. I am. Get back to work, baby, and don’t worry about DJ, me and him are going to have a time. I love you.”
“Love you too,” I say then end the call. As soon as I do, I shoot her DJ’s pick-up code. When I place my phone back on my desk, I look at my security handheld and see Brick’s truck pulling up. “Brick just pulled up,” I tell Dodge right as I see Amon’s SUV arrive on the split screen. He’s parking in the back parking lot.
