Page 42 of Lost In You
“Just keep your eyes open. Ashanni, you and Asad limit your time outside. I know that’s your son’s mother,” he said, turninghis attention to me. “That’s the only reason we haven’t hunted her ass down.”
I frowned at him. “Hunt her ass down. This is getting way too dangerous. What if that woman would have hit one of us tonight? Had Seneca not been out there, we wouldn’t have had a warning. How the fuck did she even know we were outside?”
“I’m pretty sure Mila has some type of tracker on you.”
I closed my eyes. “Fuck!”
Everyone stared at me as realization hit me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I forgot about that tracker on Jayceon’s backpack. I threw it to the floor, and it showed movement. That’s how she knew at least one of us was outside.”
“Is your truck still unlocked?” Seneca asked, then instantly shook his head. “Hell naw. You gon’ have to get that shit. I’m not finna touch that door.”
Ashanni giggled as her face reddened. I shook my head at his foolishness. I didn’t blame him though. Ashanni’s shit was everywhere back there. It didn’t matter to me though. I’d get in and lick those fucking seats clean. Her taste was so fucking good; by the time I finished I wouldn’t even need a detail. I kissed Ashanni’s lips, then headed outside. I tried to pay attention to my surroundings, but Seneca said, “We got your surroundings. Just get that backpack and get back inside.”
I nodded, then hurriedly did what he said. I couldn’t help but notice that car was gone. Once we got back inside, I asked, “Was she dead? I noticed the car is gone.”
“She wasn’t when I opened the door. She is now though,” Ali said.
I assumed he didn’t want me to know anything more, so I didn’t ask. I gave him the backpack, and he took the tracker off it. “Maybe she’ll come to me.”
He shrugged his shoulders. I hated that Mila would have to die, but at this point, it was either her or us.
I sat at the table after warming some of Mrs. Chasity’s leftover pasta. She cooked a lot of it yesterday, so there was plenty for us to enjoy today. I was sick of being in this fucking house. It had been five days since the incident with Nita shooting at us. My baby was at work, and I couldn’t wait for her to get home. Ashanni ended up sleeping in bed with Jayceon and me that night, and she hadn’t left the room to go back to hers yet.
I didn’t think her parents cared, especially after the cover was blown on our activities that night. I thought Shani was going to be angry at me for forgetting about that damn tracker. She was just happy that we were okay. Her temperament had calmed all the way down. A month ago, she would have been ready to do serious jail time for getting at Mila. I had to admit, I liked her feisty side. I just didn’t want her to be reckless.
Jayceon was tearing that food up. There hadn’t been anything cooked here that he didn’t want to eat. One thing I knew the Hendersons could definitely do was cook, even the women that married into the family. It must have been a damn requirement. Mr. Jasper could cook too. He said that Storm and Marcus were the only ones who couldn’t cook. I had to laugh at that, because the youngest kids were typically the ones who couldn’t seem to do shit for themselves.
As I enjoyed my meal, my cell started to ring. I recognized Brian’s number from the news station. I hadn’t heard from him since I first got laid off. I smiled slightly and answered. “Well, damn. I thought I was liked around there. I know better now.”
He laughed. “Shiiiiid, I been tryna managemyself, nigga! They cut my hours. With all this shit going on, you know our people the only ones being cut, and it ain’t shit we can do about it. What’s been up though?”
“My bad, man. I just been chilling with my lady and my son.”
“You and Mila got back together?”
“Hell naw.”
“Don’t tell me. The chick you been after for like a year finally gave in.”
He chuckled as I said, “She sure in the hell did. We a full-fledged couple and shit, living together.”
“Damn! I’m not gon’ lie. I thought you were crazy as hell for waiting for her.”
“Hell, before she finally gave in, I thought so too.”
We laughed. “How’s your people?”
“Dad is dad. My mama good and so is Pops. He and Nick are still running Sheffield Infiniti. They keep trying to get me over there. He trying to create a place for me on their marketing team for commercials and shit. Then I can tell the news station to kiss my ass. The great thing for us is that neither of us needed those fucking people. We just liked what we did. I hate it for everyone else though.”
Brian’s mom married a self-made billionaire. Her brothers weren’t pushovers either. One of his uncles owned an accounting firm, and his wife was an attorney for the Hendersons, Sidney Taylor. He would be well taken care of if he couldn’t find a job. The great thing was that we both wanted to get shit for ourselves, despite the family’s wealth.
“I feel you. You gone have to come out here and kick it sometimes. I ain’t doing shit right now. I’m living in Nome now, so that’s a little closer.”
“Okay. Yeah, that’s only thirty minutes away instead of an hour. You know what? I heard there’s a good place for lunch outthere. Umm . . . I think it’s Jen and Chrissy’s or something like that.”
I smiled like it was my family to brag on. I supposed it would be soon enough. “Yeah. That’s my lady’s aunts. The food is good as hell. I thought that before my interest in her.”
