Page 8 of Judas

“Thanks, tell Ra I said he can go fuck himself.”

“You’re welcome to tell him yourself. He’s on speed dial. I’m there too, you know, if you ever need me.” His mouth curls into another smirk and his eyes rake up and down my entire being.

Red flag number two.

Arching a brow, I roll my lips in between my teeth, awkwardly. It’s been so long since I’ve had to deal with something like this, even the male guards weren’t as obvious in their flirting in Bluitt; because I am a ‘traitor’ according to them. I was only a target, especially in a sexual nature. Sucks for them, I suppose, they never got the chance. I was the enemy, one or two tried butI was nowhere remotely interested. I had a hand for my needs, or went completely without.

Stepping around the kid, I hold the keys up and press the lock button on the fob a few times to locate my new vehicle. My brows shoot up, nearly meeting my hairline when I spot my ride, as Ez put it.

“What the fuck is this? I’m supposed to stay under the radar, not end up on a high speed chase.” I snap, spinning around to face Ez.

“You have ground to cover. Thought you might like something nice. Ra and I looked into your case and your entire back story, seems like you might want something more enjoyable to drive than an old ass truck. What harm is a Lexus? Besides, it’s a sport.”

“How much did this cost? And what is it going to cost me?”

“The first part is none of your business, it’s a tax write off for my brother and I. As for the rest, when we call you, you come, no questions asked. That simple enough?” He answers as we make our way over to the car.

“Could say that. Thanks, I guess, for helping me. Even if it does sound like I’m making a deal with a devil.”

“Devils. There are two of us. Besides, I’m doing this for Fury. You made an impression and there will be a day where she needs your help, so don’t die between now and then.”

“I’ll try not to. Is Ra expecting my call as soon as I take off? Like an overbearing spouse?” I ask.

Unlocking the door and reaching for the handle, it opens with ease when I give it a little pull. When it swings open, the scent of new leather wafts out and hits me in the face. There’s still damn plastic on the seats and the clear protective film covering a large screen attached to the center console.

When did they put computer screens in cars? Wait, this bitch is brand new.

“No, get in the car and go west like he said. He has programmed the car to update the GPS as he finds new coordinates. It will also be encrypted so you’re not tracked by the cops if you ever get picked up on radar. So, drive carefully. Fast, but carefully.”

I look up at him, noting his warm amber colored eyes. If they could smile and shine, they would—like stupid little suns sitting deep in his sockets. He’s cute, I give him that, but definitely not my type. He also keeps saying ‘brother’ when he speaks about Ra. Red flag number three.

Dragging my gaze away from his, I drop into the driver seat and reach for the go-bag—ruffling through it. There’s enough clothes to change into for several days, a black cellphone that looks like a small TV screen instead of the flip ones I am used to. Then there’s a black wallet with some god awful looking ‘YSL’ emblem on it in silver. Unzipping the thing, I note a few credit cards, a new identification card for me, and a short stack of Benjamin’s.

They have gaudy taste. It’s disgusting.

“Be a good girl out there, Nadia. Don’t fuck up this chance to get your daughter back.”

He shut the door with a soft thud, leaving me a bit stunned as to why he knows who the fuck I am and what I am after. I shouldn’t be surprised, he’s connected to Ra and that fucker knows too much as it is. Guess siblings don’t keep things from each other after all— not that I would know.

Looking over the dash, I figure out how to turn the space-machine on and put it into gear, then launch out of the parking lot and head west.

Chapter three

Judas

2 weeks ago

The air outside of the prison feels lighter, it’s like inhaling ammonia salts—takes my breath away. I suppose things are going to feel different when you’ve been caged up like a wild animal for almost two decades, but who am I to complain? I am an animal. I’ve since come to terms with it.

I don’t.

I won’t.

Prison was good to me.

I can’t say the same for the rest of the sinners but I digress. No point in talking about them, they are of no consequence after all. A young lady is waiting for me and I dare not keep her on pins and needles, not when we’re dying to meet one another.

In a pair of donated Pumas—not my choice of shoes if we are considering preferences but beggars can’t be choosers—jeans, a too-large t-shirt, and a Piggly-Wiggly bag, I stand here looking around this dusty bus stop. While I may look lost to the layperson, I’m only getting the lay of the land. Pays to be aware of your surroundings. All while waiting patiently for the next bus to make its grand appearance. Typically, when you are released, you have to be picked up by someone. Since thegoodPastor can’t be bothered with me I had to find other means.

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