you need anything, just call.
That niggah would be the last person I called. But I did need something, I admitted as I rolled onto my side just as another wave of tears hit me.
I needed my mama.
H ours later I opened my eyes in the darkness and my whole heart started pounding up in my throat. The last thing I remembered was crying myself to sleep on the floor, and now I was wide awake, listening. I'd heard footsteps. Somebody was in my kitchen and moving toward my bedroom.
I didn't even think about it. I scooted my ass under the bed like a crab, bumping into shoe boxes and stacks of computer repair manuals and magazines and praying like a motherfucker.
There were two of them. I could see their shoes coming down the short hall, and I held my breath hoping they wouldn't hear me. They were white men, I could tell by the sneakers. Some off-brand tennis shoes they probably only wore when they were out on jobs like this.
My room wasn't bigger than a minute, and it didn't take them long to find me. One of them flipped the whole damn bed over while the other one dragged me by my feet across the floor. They started giving me man-blows. I got punched in theface and I felt my nose explode. Blood went everywhere, choking me as it gurgled in my throat.
I tried to scream but only managed to cough. They were kicking me like a football, back and forth between them, banging my ribs and stomping their feet up in my lower back. One of them grabbed me by the neck and flung me into the dresser so hard I cracked my face on the wood and howled, holding my jaw.
Yeah
, I thought, fighting to stay alive through the punches and the pain.
These are Nicky's boys all right.
I could tell by the way they beat me and the shit they talked. This ass-kicking wasn't business. It was strictly personal, and all I could do was close my eyes, roll up in the fetal position, and pray I'd die fast.
They beat my ass unconscious, and when I opened my eyes again I was surrounded by darkness and my arms were throbbing with pain. My hands were tied behind me and I was under a blanket or something. I was moving too. In a small tight space, the trunk of a car. I tried to scream but realized there was tape across my mouth. Kicking a taillight out wasn't gonna happen. I couldn't see shit, and plus my feet felt like they were tied together at the ankles.
I couldn't even think I was so scared and in so much pain. I started praying, talking to God, Mama, and Caramel all at the same time. Minutes later the car lurched hard to the right like it was skidding off the road. I slid with the momentum and cracked my head up against something hard. The car slowed down and I braced myself as we rolled to a quick stop.
Doors opened and then slammed shut, and a moment later I heard loud voices. Men talking. Arguing. And then the trunk popped opened and cool air rushed in. Somebody pulled theblanket off me, and if my mouth wasn't taped shut it would have fell the hell open.
“This you?” I stared at the Italian guy standing over me. His fat behind was the one who had kicked me all up my ass, and if my feet wasn't tied together I'da punted him straight in his dick.
The man he was talking to nodded. “That's right, Victor. This is
me.
You heard what the fuck Nicky said on the phone just now. I'm pulling in a favor from an old friend.”
“Okay.” Victor shrugged. “You can have the bitch. But remember, if you ever take your hands off her, she's ours again.”
Seconds later the tape was ripped off my mouth, and my arms and legs were freed. I was helped out of the trunk, and I hobbled into the sports car that looked like it had forced the Italians off the road. My aching ass felt like it was being cradled in warm cotton as I sank back into the plush leather seats.
“Thanks,” I whispered as tears filled my swollen eyes.
Hurricane Jackson just looked over at me and nodded.
Chapter 11
Back on the Block
H urricane took me to his place and let me heal for about a week. He had
That niggah would be the last person I called. But I did need something, I admitted as I rolled onto my side just as another wave of tears hit me.
I needed my mama.
H ours later I opened my eyes in the darkness and my whole heart started pounding up in my throat. The last thing I remembered was crying myself to sleep on the floor, and now I was wide awake, listening. I'd heard footsteps. Somebody was in my kitchen and moving toward my bedroom.
I didn't even think about it. I scooted my ass under the bed like a crab, bumping into shoe boxes and stacks of computer repair manuals and magazines and praying like a motherfucker.
There were two of them. I could see their shoes coming down the short hall, and I held my breath hoping they wouldn't hear me. They were white men, I could tell by the sneakers. Some off-brand tennis shoes they probably only wore when they were out on jobs like this.
My room wasn't bigger than a minute, and it didn't take them long to find me. One of them flipped the whole damn bed over while the other one dragged me by my feet across the floor. They started giving me man-blows. I got punched in theface and I felt my nose explode. Blood went everywhere, choking me as it gurgled in my throat.
I tried to scream but only managed to cough. They were kicking me like a football, back and forth between them, banging my ribs and stomping their feet up in my lower back. One of them grabbed me by the neck and flung me into the dresser so hard I cracked my face on the wood and howled, holding my jaw.
Yeah
, I thought, fighting to stay alive through the punches and the pain.
These are Nicky's boys all right.
I could tell by the way they beat me and the shit they talked. This ass-kicking wasn't business. It was strictly personal, and all I could do was close my eyes, roll up in the fetal position, and pray I'd die fast.
They beat my ass unconscious, and when I opened my eyes again I was surrounded by darkness and my arms were throbbing with pain. My hands were tied behind me and I was under a blanket or something. I was moving too. In a small tight space, the trunk of a car. I tried to scream but realized there was tape across my mouth. Kicking a taillight out wasn't gonna happen. I couldn't see shit, and plus my feet felt like they were tied together at the ankles.
I couldn't even think I was so scared and in so much pain. I started praying, talking to God, Mama, and Caramel all at the same time. Minutes later the car lurched hard to the right like it was skidding off the road. I slid with the momentum and cracked my head up against something hard. The car slowed down and I braced myself as we rolled to a quick stop.
Doors opened and then slammed shut, and a moment later I heard loud voices. Men talking. Arguing. And then the trunk popped opened and cool air rushed in. Somebody pulled theblanket off me, and if my mouth wasn't taped shut it would have fell the hell open.
“This you?” I stared at the Italian guy standing over me. His fat behind was the one who had kicked me all up my ass, and if my feet wasn't tied together I'da punted him straight in his dick.
The man he was talking to nodded. “That's right, Victor. This is
me.
You heard what the fuck Nicky said on the phone just now. I'm pulling in a favor from an old friend.”
“Okay.” Victor shrugged. “You can have the bitch. But remember, if you ever take your hands off her, she's ours again.”
Seconds later the tape was ripped off my mouth, and my arms and legs were freed. I was helped out of the trunk, and I hobbled into the sports car that looked like it had forced the Italians off the road. My aching ass felt like it was being cradled in warm cotton as I sank back into the plush leather seats.
“Thanks,” I whispered as tears filled my swollen eyes.
Hurricane Jackson just looked over at me and nodded.
Chapter 11
Back on the Block
H urricane took me to his place and let me heal for about a week. He had
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