Chapitre 2: CH 2: Poison
The sight of two terrified little girls being thrown into the backseat of my car left me confused. One of Elio's men who rode with me, whose name is Jess, speaks Spanish to the girls.
"Um, I thought I was doing a pickup?" I asked Jess.
"You just did."
I look in the backseat at the girls. They avoid all eye contact with me. "These are kids."
"I'm not blind."
"Then why the fuck are they in my car?"
"Elio's merchandise."
"These are kids."
"And your point is?" Jess asked, irked. "Put the child locks."
I turn forward. My hands are gripping the steering wheel. "When you say Elio's merchandise what the fuck do you mean by that?"
Jess sighs more aggravated. "Meaning he brought them. Meaning he's going to sell them off."
"What?"
"Now you're deaf?"
I jumped out of my car. The air felt cool and weighed down. The sun hasn't even peaked over the horizon yet. Jess exits my car and walks around to my side. He's a Cuban man of short stature, sporting a goatee and a shiny bald head.
"Everest, get back in the fucking car," he orders.
"I'm not getting back into shit. I'm not delivering some little girls off to Elio's ass."
Jess pinched the bridge of his nose and pulled out his cell phone. He turned his back to me and walked a few feet away. I paced the dirt ground. Jess calls for me as he hands me his cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Mr.Jensen, what seems to be the problem?" Elio's smokey, sleepy voice filled my ear.
"I can't do this...." I looked at the tinted window of the backseat.
Elio grunts and there is a lady's voice for a short while before her voice fades out with the shifting of bed sheets.
"You will."
"This is trafficking! I ain't getting my hands dirty with this shit. Get somebody else to do it."
I couldn't live with myself knowing these girls would be put into an even worse situation when I delivered them to Elio. He clicks his tongue. In the background, I can hear him pissing in the toilet.
"I sent you, did I not, Mio Caro? (My dear)."
"Elio." I pushed his name through clenched teeth "I'm not–"
"Give Jess the phone back."
I hand Jess the phone. He nods to whatever Elio is telling him and after about a minute he hangs up. Behind my car was an SUV, Jess motioned to the driver and he hopped out fixing his tie.
They exchanged a few words. The man snatched open the back door and dragged the two little girls out. They were putting up a fight with this big dude and when he got fed up and beat them.
Jess taps my chest with his knuckles. "When Elio sends you to do a job. You do it. No complaints."
"I ain't gotta do shit, Elio says."
I yanked open my car door to get in. The sun was rising, blinding me. Jess doesn't get in the car with me, but in the SUV. They sped off first.
It took me hours to get back home. Elio was blowing up my phone and I shut it off, throwing it on my kitchen table. I make myself a bowl of fruity pebbles using the last drop of milk I had. I make a mental note to buy some more when I wake up.
The doorbell rings. Who the fuck is it?
When I pulled open the door, it was Yemaya. She smiles at me sweetly. I haven't seen her since the party two months ago. She's my casual fuck buddy. I'll reach out when I need you.
"Heyyy," she said.
Yemaya was one of those hippie earthy black girls. Erykah Badu is her Goddess, her spiritual mother, even that's what she told me.
"Sup mama," I said. "You disappeared on me."
"Sorry. I've started Uni. And just been swamped with homework and lectures."
Smart girls were never my thing. They knew their worth. But Yemaya, she's a little stupid for a smart girl, wasting her time on some thug that ain't shit. I was happy for her, no lie. Going to college has been something she's wanted to do to get a degree in creative writing.
"You came here, so I'm guessing you want sex? Or do you just need some head?"
Yemaya steps past me into my house. "No, and No. I just want to cuddle and just binge-watch Girl From Nowhere."
She takes off her Jacket. Then gets out of her shoes. Her toes are pale pink, she never did white toes said they were overplayed. I liked the pale pink toe look. Now I wanted to suck her toes.
I wasn't in the mood to cuddle or watch some psycho Asian chick for the fifth time with her. I stare at her ass as she walks to my bedroom. Yemaya's ass was flat. Very insecure about it. Because she doesn't have a big round ass. I'm a black girl with no ass. It's humiliating when guys say, "But you're black and you don't have an ass?" but of course, I showed her flat ass a lil appreciation.
We showered. She always likes to shower before getting into my bed. Yemaya wore one of my old t-shirts without a bra and panties. I cuddled with her, kissing her neck, distracting her from the show on Netflix.
"Everest." she giggles.
"What Mama?" I smiled against her neck.
She smells like my old spice soap and I could catch a hint of her natural smell. Spices. Like cinnamon and nutmeg.
I kiss her sweet spot, and she presses her ass against my dick.
"Don't do that, mama." I teased her a bit.
She turns in my arms to face me. Her brown eyes are bathed in the warm sunlight streaming through the blinds. When I looked into her eyes, I was reminded of the warm hue of maple syrup, with delicate golden specks swirling around.
Yemaya's eyes search mine. She softly dragged her fingertips along my cheek. Her presence evokes memories of 90s love songs and the essence of black love with cocoa butter, hair grease, and brown sugar.
She kisses my lips nice and slow. My hand runs up and down her waist. It was never just fucking with Yemaya. She never liked fucking. She liked making love.
Our love burned fiercely, reminiscent of an egg frying on a sizzling hot pavement during the sweltering summer months.
Yemaya climbs on top of me and pulls the shirt over her head, throwing it on her floor. She's comfortable me with now that she doesn't try and hide her breasts from me They weren't perky. Very full there's enough to grab a handful.
I kissed her breasts, telling her how beautiful they were.
She fucked with niggas in the past that body shamed her for her saggy breast. And maybe that's why Yemaya still fucked with a nigga like me. I loved her body. Loved everything she was made up of.
Though we never verbally say the words I love you. I think it's the connection we have that makes it obvious. There were no labels. She understood I did my own thing and respected that.
I get her on her back with her legs spread wide. I kissed my way down her stomach, and then her thighs. She hasn't shaved her pubic hair but I don't mind a little hair never hurts anyone. I smell her scent. It's mild and musky. Slowly I kissed and softly licked her pussy and clit. I don't stay on her clit too long because she's super sensitive and would cum in a matter of seconds. So I tease her a bit, building up her anticipation. Yemaya wraps her thighs around my head.
There was banging at my front door but whoever it was just going to bang away. My focus was on her right now.
But the banding wouldn't stop and Yemaya got annoyed and told me to go see who was at my door. I didn't look through the peephole. Just unlocked the door and yanked it open.
Elio puts out his cigarette and enters my house without me even welcoming his ass in. He looks around my house before taking a seat on the sofa.
"Why the fuck are you here?"
"You didn't answer my calls so I'm paying you a visit," he said. "What was the problem this morning?"
"Jess should have told you."
"He did. But I want to hear it from your mouth, Mr.Jensen."
"Everest?" Yemaya called from my bedroom. "Everything good?"
"Uh...Yeah, mama give me a second." I turned my attention back to Elio who looked slightly annoyed. "I ain't with that human trafficking shit. Especially children."
"But you had a job did you not?" Elio asked.
I don't answer. But Elio is waiting for one.
"Yeah, I did."
"I'm paying your father's hospital bills and for his treatments. So if you don't want your father to die, I advise you to do whatever fucking job I give you," he said. "Understood?"
The only reason I ended up working for a guy like Elio was that at the time I needed to pay off my pop's medical bills which were crazy expensive and became too much for me. Then he needed to be moved to this special hospital that could treat him
"Understood."
Elio smiles satisfied with that.
"And did you forget our new agreement?" He rose from the sofa. Taking a few steps towards me. He grabs my chin, lifting my face to look up at him.
"I never agreed to it."
I hope Yemaya doesn't come out of my bedroom. Elio's other hand grabbed my hard dick giving it a nice gentle squeeze.
"Mmm, but you did. Because I said you will." he starts to palm me through my sweats. "Now send that little bitch on her way."
"Yo, her name is Yemaya. Don't disrespect her like that."
Elio moves from me and goes down the hall to my bedroom. Yemaya lets out a scream, scrambling to cover herself with the blanket.
"What the hell?" she shrieks. "Who the fuck are you?"
I grabbed Elio's arm. He shakes me off and Yemaya looks at me.
"I need you to leave," Elio tells her.
"Excuse me?" Yemaya said.
"Leave. I need you to leave."
"Everest?" Yemaya climbs out of the bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around her. She marches out of my bedroom. I follow behind her. "Do you want to explain anything?"
"He's my boss."
"Okay but why is your boss in your house asking for me to leave?"
"Cause he's fucking mental."
"I can assure you my mental is very fine, Mr. Jensen. But I don't like sharing my things." Elio comes into the living room. I can feel him behind me and then his arms come around my waist and he rests his chin on my shoulder. And when he does this I don't even try to push him off me.
Yemaya looks at me hurt. "Everest you ain't telling me something?"
"I ain't shit to tell, Yemaya okay? What I got going on outside of you ain't none of your fucking business." My tone was a bit brutal and I immediately regretted my tone with her. I never spoke to her this way before.
It wasn't her fault.
She nods her head. "Yeah, you right. It ain't none of my business."
I pulled Elio off me and went to Yemaya to try to hug her and to make up for what I said. But she pushed me away saying she'll get dressed and leave. I didn't want her to leave. Elio's fucking ass needed to leave.
Yemaya doesn't even say goodbye to me or say I'll call you later, Everest. And I honestly think I'll never hear from her again.
I decided to go after her but when I opened my front door two of Elio's men were standing on my porch with their guns aimed at me.
"Mr. Jensen if you don't want to see that bitch on a missing person's flyer I'd advise you to leave her be," he said. "But you can try walking out that door and going after that bitch, I'd love to see how far you'll get." There's mockery in his voice.
It's the acid taste of rage that burns my throat. I take a deep breath. This man was testing me and I am sick of his shit.
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