Page 242 of Not My Type
He smirks, voice low. “Yuh dweet?” Jezaam. “Yes,” I moan, breathless. He pulls away, that damn smirk still on his lips.
“Tell me about it,” he says, my eyes locked on him as he digs through his closet, pulling out a black ski mask. He glances at me, his gaze sharp. “Yuh nah talk?”
“Oh yeah, at first, I was nervous as hell, but yuh see when mi get the exam,” I hiss dramatically. He smirks. I tell him about the questions I remember, how I answered them, and when I finish, he walks into the bathroom. I keep scrolling through Instagram until I get tired, and he’s still in there. I get up and move toward the door. “Nickoi?” I call.
“Mami?” He says slowly pulling the door and comes out, then I say. “I didn’t pack your toiletries.”
“Doh need to, mi have new stuff at the house,” he says when I mention I packed mine. “Bring it if yuh want, but yuh doh have to, y’know?” He pulls a white tees over his head, not looking up, a gray polo bear hoodie in his hand.
“Damn mi love this,” I say looking at the hoodie.
“Yuh know mi affi go carry you a the bad polo store mek you get some stuff,” he says and I smile.
“Another episode of Nickoi spoiling Zara,” I grin, and he bites his lip, smirking. He pulls on his washed denim jeans and I grab his Dior Sauvage, spraying it on him as he buttons up. He reaches for a black belt with a Gucci buckle, but I snatch it first.
“I’ll buckle you up,” I say, and he stands, watching me as I fasten the belt around his waist. He looks down at me, his eyes burning. “What shoes you wearing?” I ask, glancing over his collection of kicks.
“Mi nuh sure... wah you wah mi wear?” he asks and I scan all the Clarks and find a gray suede Wallabee.
“Ouuuu! This match... this the one,” I place it in front of him. He smiles and slides them on. “Wah wi a go eat?” I sit on his lap.
“Mi buy food enuh,” he meets my gaze.
“Wah kind?” I loveeeee food!
“Mi buy your favorite. KFC,” Nickoi smiles.
“Who said it’s my favorite?” I laugh.
He shrugs. “Nobody, b. Just come on.” I stand up, and he follows, fixing himself. I grab the bag, but he stops me. “Put down the bag,” he says, his voice low. I smile, feeling the weight of his words.
“You think mi weak?” I blush.
“Yuh too pretty fi a walk wid heavy bag… just go eat sup’m,” he says, and I nod, walking out. I grab the KFC box, washing my hands before digging into the fries. Nickoi comes down, grabs a few fries, then takes the food bag and the tote bag, heading out. I follow, closing the door behind me. My smile widens when I see the white Jaguar parked at the gate.
“You driving her today?” I ask, excitement in my voice. He holds the door open after freeing his hands, and I slide into the car.
He chuckles. “Yah and put on your seatbelt,” I admire the car. First time wi put wi foot in a Jaguar, my subconscious says. I can’t help but grin.
He calls Gutta. “Outlawz dem ready now?” his voice low, Gutta responds. “Yeah mi killa… we a wait pan you a the gas station.”
“Ah… soon drop a unuh foot,” Nickoi says, hanging up and blasting Masicka’s album. I check the time—it’s 3 PM.
“What time you think we reaching?” I ask, looking over at him.
“About 6pm or earlier when we take the toll,” he tells me.
“Okay,” I sigh. The journey a guh longggg. Hawaii was way longer and you bear it.
We pull up to the gas station, and I spot the Outlawz lined up. I spot SUVs, Gutta’s white Mark X with Anna next to him, Junior and Suzanne in their Porsche. Just when I think that’s it, my eyes lock on a silver Crown and a black Audi parked off to the side. People stare, and I can see it in their eyes—fear, like they know something’s about to go down. They can’t help but look, but they’re too scared to say a word. Watch yah? A the wull gang out yuh nuh see?
Nickoi flashes them, and the Crown pulls off first, the SUVs right behind it. The others follow, but Gutta’s locked in directly behind us, making sure Nickoi stays in the middle. It’s calculated, like they’re guarding him without a word. I glance at him. He’s focused on the road, driving slow, his hand on my thigh. I say a quick prayer under my breath for a safe ride, then grab a fry, munching slowly while I stare out the window, letting the moment sink in.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been to Mobay,” I say to him.
“Eeeeh? Mi go deh all the time go deal with business,” he glances at me. We reach the toll and the woman gives him a card and he hands it to me. Try nuh lost it enuh else unuh go affi pay fi it plus the fee!
I drop it in my purse, watching as he pulls up to the next toll. He hands the lady his card, but she lingers a little too long, fingers brushing his like she’s testing the waters. Nickoi doesn’t blink, pulling away smoothly, the moment fading like it never happened, but the tension hangs in the air.
