Page 6 of Defended By Bam
After several hours of driving, I finally pulled up at Allie’s. She had a place similar to mine, just back in Georgia and she had afew neighbors but still not close enough to hear your TV when it was loud. I was parked, checking my cell when she came out.
“You gonna just sit in the truck all night or you coming inside?”
Looking over, I didn’t answer and grabbed the handle to roll my window up. She rolled her eyes and stepped back so I could open the door. Grabbing my bag, I stepped out and put my free arm over her shoulders. “Good to see you, too. When we getting whatever it is you needed the truck for?”
“Oh, a while. Come in and take a load off.”
Once inside, I dropped my bag on the kitchen table and plopped across her navy blue couch, my legs hanging over. “I hope you’re getting rid of this. It’s not comfortable at all.”
“Fuck you. I love that couch,” she said as she brought me a beer. “How was the ride?”
“Good. So what time we have to make this pickup? I’m fucking starving.”
She sipped her beer, then said, “I’ll order some food. I’m not sure yet so I don’t want to be stuck at a restaurant.”
Running my hand down my face, I told her, “Whatever, I’m just getting hangry.”
“The pizza place is fast as fuck.” She grabbed her phone and called in for a supreme pizza, wings, and breadsticks.
She stood up, so I said, “Hey, grab my bag, will ya?”
Allie picked up the duffle and tossed it to me before walking down the hall. I pulled out her package and tossed it on the coffee table.
She walked back in and looked down, grabbing it. “Let me put this away.”
I called after her, “I wish you’d stop that shit.”
“And I want a million dollars,” she called back from down the hall.
Once she came back, I said, “You don’t need to do that anymore.”
“Can’t a girl have a purpose?” she asked as she plopped into her beige, oversized chair.
Rolling my eyes, I answered, “I don’t think your purpose is to be a drug dealer. You’re good. Hell, if you would just come down–”
“Nope.” She shook head, her messy bun bouncing around. “Not doing this again, Bama. Let it go. I’m not moving to Mobile.” She grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.
We waited silently for food and ate just as quietly once it arrived. We sat next to each other on the uncomfortable couch and used the coffee table for our food and drinks. When I was done, I was helping put the leftovers away and noticed the time. “Hey, it’s getting close to eight. Sun goes down soon. We getting this shit or not?”
I didn’t want to roll up late so someone could try to rob us…trybeing the operative word. After dealing for years and now working with shady fuckers all the time, I learned that just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
“Hold your fucking dick, Bama!” Allie shouted from the living room.
Stepping out of the kitchen and back to the living room, I stood with my arms crossed. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?”
“Nothing. I just don’t have the details.” She didn’t look up from the TV.
Moving to the couch, I sat next to her. “Hey, are you in trouble or something? You can tell me. I gotchu, sis.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and she grabbed my hand. “I’m not in trouble. But remember when a few of yourbrothershad come out a few months back?”
My brow furrowed. “Yeah. One of them fuck with you? I’ll deal with them. They know better. Who was it?”I’d kill him.
She shook her head. “No, no, no. I just heard them talking about something called Royal or something.”
My brow furrowed. “Like, the Royal Bastards? I’m not following.”
She rolled her eyes again. If what adults said to kids were true, they would have stuck like that a long fucking time ago. “No, it stood for something. I can’t remember. Anyway, it was something they did to help women escape abusers, change their identity and shit.”
