Page 18 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“I got a contract that says otherwise. Call ’em off. This my last time telling you or shit gon’ get ugly. You don’t have to be scared of me, you should be scared of anyone who thinks they can have you or get in my way of having you.” Stepping closer, he removed his hand from his pocket and it eased toward his waistline. “You got to the count of three or bodies ’bout to start dropping. One, two, t?—”
“Okay!” I stepped out onto the porch and saw the line of police cars, waiting outside a steel gate. If I was kidnapped, how come they didn’t bother to come in behind me. It was as if they were afraid to cross over into his yard.Why does so many people fear him?
I looked back, and he stood there with a gun resting in his hand. I’m not sure how he thought that was gon’ be enough to take down all those police. They’d kill his ass for sure.
Stepping down, I slowly approached the gate with my hands up. I ain’t want them to place bullets in me and confuse me for the kidnapper.
“I’m sorry, but it was a bit of confusion,” I told them, stopping, leaving feet between us.
“You called and said that you were getting kidnapped, right?” the officer closest to me asked.
“I thought I was. He was just surprising me with new land and didn’t tell me.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes roamed my frame as if he was gon’ find a hint of uncertainty.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry. Y’all can leave now.”
The officer looked back at the rest of them and nodded. They all climbed back into their vehicles and pulled off, leaving me here with this psycho ass man.
Maniac
THAT NIGHT
I stood out there on the porch, watching Wren’s tacky ass sky blue trailer as it sat in the corner of my yard. I’on know why she thought I was playing when I gave her a timeframe to get her ass here. She ain’t want to get with the program, so I had to go get my woman. Yes, my woman. The moment I laid eyes on her, she became mine. Her uncle just helped confirm the shit when he handed her over to me.
Ever since they dropped her shit off, she locked herself in the trailer and hadn’t come out. I wasn’t gon’ bother her for the time being. She’ll come out of there eventually, and when she does, we’ll have a talk.
Peeling away from the door, I jogged down the steps to my Maserati and hit the fob. I’d wasted enough time just bullshitting around today. Trayvon has been on my mind ever since he was blowing my phone up earlier about Wren. I’m sure that’s what he wanted because he was calling right before they hooked the trailer up and left.
Wicked gave me strict instructions that it’s time I drop his ass and that’s exactly what I was about to do. Trayvon wasn’ta threat in my eyes, which is exactly why I’m going to see him without backup.
Hopping into my car, I pulled off, heading toward the gate. As I passed Wren’s trailer, I saw one of the lights flicker on. As I pulled out the driveway, a tow truck came in with her truck on the back of it. I figured that she’d want the raggedy mufucka here with her.
Turning onto the street, I headed to Spotless Kings Detailing to catch Trayvon before he left for the night. If he was gone, I’d have no other choice but to go by his house. I wasn’t letting another day go by without letting him know that he’s done for.
Pulling into the parking lot, I parked at the door next to Trayvon’s black BMW and got out the car. Tyree strolled past the door, not even noticing me approaching. I grabbed the door and it was locked. Probably because it’s pass closing.
Boom! Boom!
My fist banged on the door and Tyree came to it, wearing a scowl. His face softened when he realized it was me. Unlocking the door, he gripped it and pushed it out to me.
“Where’s Trayvon?”
“Is Wren safe?”
My jaw muscles stiffened. “Don’t answer my question with a got damn question.”
“He’s in the back. Now, is Wren safe?” I shoved him out the way and tread down the hallway in the direction of Trayvon’s office. “I just want to make sure that my sister is safe. I’m sure you’d want the same if you were in my shoes,” he tossed at my back, and I froze.
“She’s good,” was the only response he got out of me. I pushed Trayvon’s office door open and stepped inside. A woman stood next to his desk in a pair of black tights and a red jogger jacket.
Trayvon took one look at me and said, “Give us the room.”
She collected the paperwork off his desk and brushed past me out the room. I pulled the door up behind me and went over to his desk.
“Have a seat,” Trayvon spoke.
“What I got to say ain’t gon’ take too long.”
