Page 13 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Releasing one another, the pair started toward the door. Camden pulled it open, giving KC a tense look as he ogled over Reign. There was never a question of her beauty. No one ever missed that. It was her light that made her the flame moths danced around. The light that Javier attempted to beat out of her.
Camden cleared her throat, snapped, and pointed to Reign’s designer bookbag and two suitcases. “The bags.”
KC recentered himself, took his lustful eyes off Reign, and picked up all the bags. “Let’s go, the car is ready. Javi wants us to keep our schedule.”
Reign, playing her role as the naïve girl Javier bamboozled years ago, “Is he coming?”
“No, he’s in Cascadia Shores for the next week.”
Reign buzzed to herself. The other woman he would visit from time to time, playhouse with, giving her all the things he swore he’d give Reign. Over the years, Reign went from resenting her to enjoying the time he’d spent with her. Anytime he was withher, he wasn’t forcing himself on her or beating her. It was telling that the week he’d send Reign up north to be his sex slave was the same week he’d disappeared to be an upstanding family man.
“We should get going,” Reign softly spoke, walking past KC.
The ride to the private airport was quiet, KC played with his phone. Reign stared out the window, peering at the city she once swore she would rule. A beauty empire, employing the women and men from the projects she and her mother bounced from. Port Lucia was her home. Although sparkling and alluring from above, it was gritty and dangerous within.
When she ran and got away from KC, Javier, and all the pain The Port had brought her, it would be a memory. As long as Javier had life in his body, she would never be able to return. Part of her was sad about it. Sad that fleeing the place she called home was the only path to survival and freedom from his wickedness.
The blacked out SUV pulled to a stop at the bottom of the jet stairs. Like clockwork, the doors were opened, bags were removed and Reign held the hem of her gown as she started up the steps.
KC leaned down to assist, earning him a swat.
“I don’t need your help,” she softly hissed, receiving a sinister chuckle in return.
Settled into her seat on the plane, she crossed her legging-covered legs, being sure they didn’t show from the bottom and then folded her arms over one another. KC took a seat next to her and sighed. Reign did her best to ignore him but his need to have her attention would foil her attempt.
“What happened between you and I?” KC questioned behind the closed partition, privacy that KC requested upon stepping onto the aircraft.
“You and I were never friends,” Reign spoke, peering out of the window.
“No?”
“Never.” She scoffed. “You wanted to fuck me. I recall telling you no but you continued to press me. At a party full of people.You didn’t even speak up about it when Javi asked if I wanted you too. You just stood there.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“I’m not. That’s the first night he beat me. Because of you. A jealous, coke-filled rage because the idea of another man having what was his sent him into a fury. But never did he touch you or berate you. I paid for it. The scar on my lip and my chin as proof. I have no friends. No family. Nothing. So don’t ask me no shit like that again,” Reign responded, finally turning to face him.
“I never wanted that to happen to you.”
“But it did. And it kept happening. You think being held down and raped wasn’t enough? He had to beat me too and you watched.” Reign stopped herself before the tears could ruin the makeup and expose the ugliness underneath. “Stop talking to me.”
KC continued. “I did what I was told to do.”
Reign scoffed and stood up, she didn’t care if the plane was taking off or not. “And you’re a bitch for that.”
He grabbed her wrist. “Sit down.”
Yanking away, Reign moved across the aisle to the single seat, buckled, and swiveled toward the window. “Don’t say shit else to me.”
KC swiped a hand down his head and sighed. This was going to be the longest three-hour flight in history.
“What happened to you?”Neveah pressed, hovering over a sweaty Markus.
The pain in his arm was almost too much to bear. The painkillers that had him knocked out throughout most of the day had worn off. In pain, irritable, and unable to snatch Neveah out of her socks and throw her out of his house, only added to the mounting frustration.
He winced as he sat up from his laid position on the couch. That’s as far as he’d made it when Brantley dropped him off a day ago. Markus couldn’t focus on her questions, her absence, or her treachery. His focus – more Percocet to ease the pain. He snatched the bottle off of the table, popped three into his mouth, chased it with water and slowly reclined back.
“What the fuck does it look like?” he growled. “Where the fuck you been that you don’t know we got ambushed at the warehouse?”
