Page 33 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
“It was just a suggestion.”
Prada finished up her food, and I let her back out the door. When she went to the bathroom, I went to my bedroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I was done, I let Prada back into the house, and she found her way into Reese’s room. Somehow, those two have become good friends. I ain’t complaining though because Prada doesn’t normally like other people.
Entering my bedroom, I grabbed my clothes that I had placed out the night before. It was a pair of khaki slacks and a blue blouse. I got dressed, brushed my hair up into a ponytail, and was good to go.
Reese and I stepped out into the hallway at the exact same time and headed toward the side door. “Lunch?” she asked as she grabbed her keys off the counter and I pushed the door open.
“Sounds like a plan.”
She locked up, then we climbed into our cars and went our separate ways.
Today was exhausting as hell. It’s going on three in the afternoon. I have a couple more hours before I can head home. When I met Reese for lunch, I got myself a margarita, thinking that was going to help me get through the day smoothly. That was a lie. All I wanted to do at this point was head home and climb into my bed.
“That’ll do it,” I told Mrs. Anderson after giving her poodle a shot.
“Thank you so much.”
She grabbed her dog off the table and left the exam room. I followed her out of the door. “You have another patient that was just placed into room five,” Jennifer said soon as I stepped into the hallway.
“Okay.” Looking down at my iPad, I switched to the new patient. There wasn’t any information on the animal I was supposed to be seeing, which I thought was strange. When I looked up, Jennifer was no longer standing there. Room five wasn’t too far from where I was, so I headed in that direction to see what was going on.
Knocking once, I pushed the door in and saw this guy sitting in the chair, but there wasn’t an animal in sight. “Can I help you?” I asked him, hoping he wasn’t here to be seen himself. I was an animal doctor, not a human one.
“Close the door.”
“Excuse me?” Red flags sprouted in my brain as if I was at Six Flags or something.
“You heard me. I said shut the fucking door.”
“I—” He lifted his shirt, showing me the gun resting in his waistline. My heart thudded. Ringing took over my ears.
Maybe if I take off running, he won’t have time to shoot me.
“I’m not gon’ tell you again, Remedi.”
Swallowing hard, I stepped further into the room and shut the door behind me. “Can you tell me what this is about? Are you looking for money?” I tightly gripped the iPad against my chest, not knowing what’s about to happen next.
“I’m here because of Mike. You remember him, don’t you?” His lips curled slowly, too controlled, too deliberate, until a thin grin cut across his face. An eerie feeling plummeted in my stomach.
“What do you want?”
He lifted from his seat and walked over to the window. Bending the blinds, he peeped out before replying, “I want you to do something for me, and then we’ll call it even.”
“I’m not doing anything for you.” He zoomed over to where I stood and gripped me by my ponytail. Yanking my head back, he placed the barrel of his gun at the corner of my chin.
“It wasn’t a fucking request.” My breathing hitched. Am I about to die? “I’ve been watching you for some time now. I know that you’ve been getting cozy with this nigga Khalif.”
No. Please don’t. Anything but that.
“Yeah, that…” he responded as if he read my thoughts. “I want you to get in good with him and help me rob his ass.”
“Rob him for what? Fruit?” The grip on my hair grew tighter, and I winced.
“Don’t play fucking stupid with me. That nigga is rolling in dough. He’s growing drugs on his farm.”
“That’s a lie. I been there plenty of times and I haven’t seen any drugs.”
“Just ’cause you ain’t seen it, doesn’t make it not true. I wanna rob him. I’ll be set for life, and you gon’ help me do it.”
