Page 10 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“I usually don’t but I just put my number in this super hero man’s phone. He saved my life a few hours ago. I was kinda hoping it might be him,” she says and if it were possible, my Black ass would be blushing like a female.
“You can kill the superhero though. I just saw a fuck nigga disrespecting a beautiful Black queen and intervened. I did what any man would do.”
“You have a lot of faith in your species,” she says then laughs. “The clerk was a man and he didn’t do shit but probably cry.”
“I stand corrected then. What a real man would do.”
“Yea. That’s better. Are you home already? You must live close.”
“Nah. I’m at the gas station still. I had to go in and grab a cigar. I’m about to head to the crib now,” I say and my next words flow out over my internal privacy wall. Only my closest know where I lay my head. After being betrayed, my moves are even more cautious but I feel comfortable enough to tell her. “I live in the Millennium Condos, about twenty minutes from here.”
“Those are really nice. Pharmaceutical distribution must be very lucrative,” she says with so much amusement.
She knows or has a pretty good idea what I’m really into. When I told her that back at her place, I saw the spark in herpretty ass eyes. Tylenol and Advil don’t pay my bills; thousand kilos of oxys, ketamine, and perc do. The Powers have a huge but smooth operation. I’m a man in my own right but I give credit where credit is due and the head of the Powers family, Gideon Powers, is a G for real. He has this shit on lock.
Through their car dealerships, Luxury is Powers and their transport company, LP Auto Transport, the pills are moved from state to state on carrier wheels, skillfully hidden in the new vehicles. The pills make it to the warehouse, are sorted and packaged by a team of trained female pharmacy techs who prefer to make more money. After packaging, the pills are distributed to Powers owned pain management centers and dealers. I run it all at the warehouse and Hazel manages the girls.
“I do okay,” I say, going along with her. “But I’ll let you be the judge of that. My world-famous cheesesteaks, Wednesday night?”Fuck it. Why wait.It we weren’t expecting our large shipment tomorrow, I would have said Tuesday. On those days, I typically work day and night.
“Wednesday?” she asks.
“Is that a problem?”
“No not really. I’m working…Well, should be working on Wednesday. My shift usually ends at six. It’ll have to be after six.”
“Perfect. I was thinking seven. I’ll scoop you then.”
“Daymir,” she says and damn.
My name sounds good as fuck on her lips.
“You and I both know I can drive myself just fine. In fact, I love driving and if we are going to have dinner or anything else, you need to know that I’m a driver at all times, a Hellcat Barbie.”
“A what? Hellcat Barbie?”
“Yes, and I don’t just drive one, I rep it with my girls, my sisters. I love driving my baby.”
“I can respect that Miss Hellcat Barbie but if the anything else does happen and I hope that it will, as a man, I’ll want to drive you.”
“That’s a privilege not an expectation. I don’t let just anybody drive me.”
“As sexy as you are, I’m going to put in work to earn that privilege. I guess for now though, I can let you drive.”And I damn sure will let you ride--me.
“Thanks forlettingme drive,” she says sarcastically with a grin. “It doesn’t sound like you are on the road so I’m going to let you go so you can get home. No water directly on your wound. Tylenol for pain, and change the bandage every day. Oh shoot, I should have given you more gauze and tape so you can have some for the next few days. I’ll bring some Wednesday for the week. Next week, you should be good.”
“Thanks to you, I’m already good. I can’t wait to feed you Wednesday. You have a good night, lady driver.”
“Good night.”
I end the call with her with a smile too big for me on my face. I look simp as hell but all I can do is laugh because I can’t remember the last time, I’ve felt this intrigued with a woman. Not even with my ex, Makenna, back in Philly did I feel like this and we were together two years before I got lock. I guess in my heart I knew we weren’t meant for long term. I was right too because when the feds came, she fell back. I got over that shit real quick though because I didn’t need no outside bullshit fucking with me while I did my time.
Still smiling, I start my ride then head to the crib. Imani stays on my mind the entire time, even when I make it into mycondo. She’s still on it when I shower, her words ringing in my ear about directly wetting my cut.
She definitely dominates my sleep because when I wake up, she’s still on my mind. I debate sending a text as soon as I’m up. I refrain though because it’s early. I’ll hit her later though, fo’ sure.
It’s six in the morning and the first shipment of pills is on-time to arrive at the warehouse at seven, so I grab the delicious ass leftovers Imani packed and head out. I stop by my favorite breakfast spot, Morningside, on the way in and pick up my usual smoked sausage, eggs, and cheese grit bowl. I don’t do coffee. Luckily, they have fresh squeezed juices so I get a to-go pineapple and orange juice.
Our warehouse is located on the out skirts of town, passed the ports, which is about a thirty-minute commute this time of morning. Traffic doesn’t pick up until after seven. When I pull up, I see that Hazel’s red Corvette is parked and Brick’s F350 is right beside it. He doesn’t play about her and even though we have cameras, state of the art security systems, and hittas stationed discretely around it twenty-four seven, he doesn’t let her be here alone. He will not leave until I pull up.
