Page 15 of Nikki Sinatra: For Her Lover
“Yes he saw me. Waved and smiled at me.”
“No that bastard didn’t.”
“Yes that bastard did.”
“So what did you do?”
“I got in my car and took off. What do you think I did? But he followed me.”
“Geez.”
“Then he pulled up beside me.”
“Did he say anything?”
“He said we need to talk.”
“Totalk? When that fucker ever wanted to talk? You believed him?”
“Hell no. I took off. When he pulled up beside me again I swerved and rammed his car. He started spinning out. But then I lost control myself and ran into a ditch. I totaled my car.”
“What did he do then?”
“He regained control of his own car after it had flipped, and then he left the scene.”
Juda sat back. Nikki could tell he was blown away too. Then he looked at her. “What we gonna do about it?”
“We got to handle it, that’s for damn sure. You think he’s gonna just forget about it and leave? Hell no. We got to handle it.”
“But how? That motherfucker don’t fly solo. He’s always got backup.”
“I know. That’s what worries me. He didn’t have any last night though.”
“How would you know all that?”
“This morning I bribed the manager of that bar into letting me see the footage. Emilio came alone, he left alone, and nobody followed him when he pulled out of that parking lot following me.”
Juda exhaled. “But still. You can never tell with that bastard.”
“I know.”
“You got guys following him around?”
“Hell no, Juda. You think I want people to know about that mess? Nobody can know about that ever, are you crazy?”
“Okay okay, it was a stupid question.” Then he exhaled. “This some disturbing shit, Nikki. Mill can go ballistic on your ass. But he’s clever too. You don’t try to go toe-to-toe with him.”
“You don’t think I know that? I dated him remember? I thought I was in love with that fool remember?”
They sat for a few moments without talking. Then Juda looked at Nikki. “You know somebody can handle it?”
“Do you?”
“No. No way. I’m not getting mixed up with that fucker. He’ll do anything.”
“So will I if he comes for me and mine.”
“Then why don’t you handle it yourself? Or get rich white boy to do it for you?”
