Page 16 of Certified Pressure 4
“What’s funny?” she asked, lookin’ over at me with that curve in her lip.
“Nothin’,” I said, grinnin’. “Just thinkin’ how this finally feel like us.”
She laughed low, that warm sound that made my whole heart calm down.
“You need anything?” I asked.
She looked up from adjustin’ the blanket over the baby and smirked. “Yeah… You.”
I grinned slow with my eyes on her the whole time. “You sure ‘bout that? ‘Cause when you heal, I’m takin’ you all up and through there.
Her smile turned shy for half a second before she bit her lip. “Pressure…”
“Yes, baby?” I asked, starin’ at her fine ass.
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” I said.
We laid there for a while, just talkin’, my hand rubbin’ her feet while hers rested across my stomach. It felt right, and like the peace I ain’t had in a minute. After a while, Pluto yawned and slid out of bed.
“I’m going to the bathroom for a sec,” she said soft, grabbin’ her robe.
“A’ight, baby,” I said, watchin’ her walk away.
The room got quiet again. I leaned back against the pillows, starin’ up at the ceilin’, lettin’ my mind drift until my phone started buzzin’ on the nightstand. It was a private number.
I frowned and reached over and answered it, holdin’ it to my ear without sayin’ a word. For a second, all I heard was breathin’. Then a voice came through shaky.
“Pressure…”
My mind started spinnin’. I knew that voice anywhere.
“Say mane,” I said flat.
She didn’t respond right away. Then, she finally spoke. “I didn’t mean to shoot you.”
I closed my eyes, shakin’ my head slow. That right there told me everything I needed to know. She wasn’t just broken. She was gone in the head. Only a crazy muthafucka would shoot somebody five times then call private to say they ain’t mean it.
“Kash where the fuck my money and jewelry you stole?”
She stayed quiet for a second. I could hear her breathin’, tryna pull herself together, but I wasn’t feelin’ none of that pity shit.
“You really came in my crib, took my shit, and ran off in my jet like I wouldn’t find out?” I said low.
“I didn’t steal from you,” she whispered.
My blood was heatin’ up ‘cause I knew she was fuckin’ lyin’ to me.
One of the reasons me and my people couldn’t locate Kash was ‘cause the damn pilot swore the system glitched when he took off. He said it looked like the jet was rerouted to a private strip to another island, but when my people pulled the logs, everything was wiped clean. The coordinates, tower logs, even the flight ID. Somebody bitch ass helped her, and it was somebody with access, which was why Kay’Lo ended up breakin’ that nigga jaw and daring him to press charges.
After that, I fired the whole damn staff. Every pilot, every flight tech, every maintenance hand that touched my shit was gone by the end of the night. I wasn’t hearin’ no excuses. They claimed they ain’t know, and said it was a mistake, but I ain’t believe in mistakes when it came to my life or my family. If Kash got away, it’s ‘cause somebody let her, and that made all of ‘em guilty to me.
“You better bring my shit back,” I said cold. “Every dollar, every chain, every piece you touched.”
Before I could say anything else, Pluto came stormin’ out the bathroom with her eyes locked on me. She snatched the phone from my hand and pressed it to her ear.
“Bitch, where you at?” she asked, her voice calm but dangerous.
