A few seconds passed and Michael did not attempt to move. The men look at each other and then back at him. "Alright, caa sey we neva did warn you. You ass dark now because when di boss done wid you, you ago wish you did drown in a dat fucking lake. Yow let's move, you think you bad? We ago show you what bad looks like." One said as they got back in their car and drove away.
A few minutes later Michael entered Razor's house and was on his way to his room when he heard Razor's cold voice. His first instinct was to ignore him but his inner voice says stay and his steps automatically halted outside the door.
"But boss, I gave them the money to say thank you for saving my life." He heard Evan say and he couldn't help but snort and shake his head as he walked away from the door. He remembers Jermaine warning Evan that this would happen.
"You did not ask my permission before giving them my money, so now you owe me fifty grand and I need it by tomorrow night." Michael heard Razor say as he approached the door again. "But boss..." "Tomorrow night, or you'll regret it." Razor sneered through clenched teeth.
"How about right now," Michael asks pushing the door open and stepping into the office. "Motherfucker, you'll knock before entering my office." Razor barks. "My apologies," Michael said in a tone, I don't want to talk to you. He then turns to Evan. "Jermaine did warn you this would happen, did he not?" He asks putting the money in Evan's hand.
"Yes, he did," Evan said, his head down. "It baffles me how you've managed to survive this long, here." He said glancing in Razor's direction before walking past Evan and towards the door. "Stop right there Mr. I come to save the whole fucking universe." Razor growls and Michael's steps halt in the doorway. "You, put my money on my desk and get the fuck out of my sight." Razor barks at Evan. Evan did as he was told and hurried past Michael out the door..
"Get your ass back in here and close my fucking door." Razor orders. Michael took a deep breath, closed the door, and turned to face Razor. Here goes that no good deed goes unpunished thing again Michael thought with a heavy sigh. "Now tell me, did you get my permission before leaving this house?" He growls at Michael.
"Do I need your permission?" Michael asks meeting Razor's hostile glare. "My house and my car, so yes mother-fucker, you do and what the fuck were you thinking driving that car out of here? Are you forgetting you don't own a fucking license? What if the police had pulled you over?" Razor growls one question after another.
"Every cop in this community works for you, so I think I would've been fine," Michael said placing both hands behind his back. "You're right about that, but still, leave this house without my permission again and I'll break both your fucking legs again, understand?" Razor growls.
Michael nodded but said nothing. "Speaking of which, where did you get this money? Are you selling my product behind my back?" Razor asks narrowing his eyes at Michael. Michael snorts and shakes his head before answering. "The twenty grand he gave me, the twenty grand he gave Jermaine, and the ten grand I won from the fight." He replied in a calm but slightly bored tone.
"How did you end up with Jermaine's money?" Razor asks in a cold tone. "He didn't feel comfortable keeping it so he gave it to me." "And why would he give it to you and not me?" "That's a question you'll have to ask him," Michael replied holding Razor's cold gaze without even blinking.
"So what? You're willing to hand in all this just to save that idiot's life?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because even though he's an idiot, he doesn't deserve to die, beside's he's one of us," Michael adds.
"One of us?" Razor asks, arching his brow. "Yes, one of us," Michael replied, his voice firm. "So you like him?" "He hasn't given me any reason to dislike him."
"Fair enough, alright then, it's yours," Razor said taking the money from his desk and handing it to Michael. Michael's eyes slowly travel down to the money and slowly back up to meet Razor's but he doesn't move. So with a growl, Razor walks over to him and shoves the money into one of Michael's jacket pockets.
"Why?" Michael asks glancing at his pocket and then back at Razor. "Let's just say you've earned it, now answer me this, the men that stopped you earlier, what did they want?" Razor asks walking back towards his desk and sitting on the edge of it. "They informed me in a strange form of English that their boss wishes to speak to me," Michael said. "Well, that can only mean dat dem sound like dis." "That's it," Michael confirmed. "Some of your men also speak that language." He adds.
"Yeah, it's called pat-wa." "yes, that is how they referred to it."
"Alright, then what?" Razor asks. "I told them I Wasn't interested." "And what? They just walk away?" Razor asks, disbelief evident in his voice. "After saying that I would regret it, yes." "So why weren't you interested? You may have found him less disgusting than I am." Razor points out.
"From what I've heard about this individual so far, I seriously doubt that, may I go now?" Michael asks in an I'm bored with this conversation tone. "You're one defiant son-of-a-bitch, aren't you? I can tell you were probably a handful where you came from. No wonder they tried to kill you. I'm inches away from beating you to death as we speak." Razor said narrowing his eyes at Michael.
"But before you go, Blade will be doing some pickup tomorrow and I need you to go with him," Razor says. "I thought I'm supposed to be guarding Jermaine?" "Let me worry about that, you do as I say," Razor said coldly. "Okay," Michael replied in a dry tone which didn't go unnoticed by Razor, who growls deep in his throat while his fingers tighten in fists.
"Okay, what?" Razor snaps trying his best to control his growing irritation with this man. "Okay, boss," Michael says in an even drier tone. "Fuck, you're one irritating prick you know that? Get the fuck out of my sight." He growls and turns his attention to the papers on his desk.
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"Why the hell did he have to come at that time?" Liah fumes to her friend the following day as they have lunch. "David never comes by after 9:30 pm and out of the clear blue sky he had to show up at that precise moment? Ugh. I just went to get Moses a bottle of coconut water and when I came back, there he was, ugh, I was so planning on rocking Moses's world last night." Liah huffs. "That must have been a turn-off for him, he probably won't even return to my house after what happened." She adds with a groan of frustration.
"Do you think David is watching you?" Jody asks. "Maybe, who knows but based on how he has been acting since I returned from Razor's house, I wouldn't put it past him." Liah huffs again. "Well, he already thinks that the worst that could happen to you has already happened, so let him watch." Jody snorts.
"So, your first blow job, how was it?" Jody asks mischievously. "Oh god Jody, it was more amazing than I could ever dream of. Let's just say, I never expected to bring him to his knees." Liah moans biting her lips. "Wait, you brought him to his knees?" Jody asks shocked.
"Well let's just say that after he climax, he literally couldn't stand any more." Liah says with a satisfied smile. "wow, sounds like you did rock his world, even if it was only for a few minutes.' Jody laughs. "Here's a pack of Ti-gaz, now eat and tell me more," Jody says opening a bag of her own.
"You've no idea how much more I wanted to do to him last night Jody, and what surprised me the most is that I never had the urge to do anything of this nature to David, ever. The thought of putting David's penis in my mouth always turns me off. I mean he has asked me a few times to do it to him but I always say no, it sounded so gross at the time but for some reason, I spend most of my time dreaming about doing it to Moses." Liah snorts.
"And you finally got to do it last night but on a concerned note. I know you said that the incident involving the girl wasn't what it looked like but are you sure, I mean, really sure you want to go all the way with this man?" Jody asks.
"Yes, I am. There's something about him Jody, that pulls me to him. This powerful air that always surrounds him, the way he speaks and walks, and whoever came up with the idea to dress him in full black and those coats, wow, I crave him Jody, and you know what? I'm twenty-five freaking years old, I've always put people's needs before my own, so now it's time for me to be selfish.
Damn consequences, I don't care if he's married or not, has kids or not or whether or not they'll forgive him when he returns home, he's here now and he's mine because I'm a hundred percent sure that I'll never meet another man like him. So, you said to let him know that I was interested, well, trust me, now he knows, so I'm just going to sit back and wait." Liah said in a determined tone.
"Okay, well just know that I'm here for you. So, did he call you when he got home last night?" Jody asks her mouth full. "Yes, he did, we didn't talk long, he just wanted to know if I was okay." "Alright, so what happened with David after he left?" Jody asks. "Ugh, well he was all ready to give me a lecture about how bad it looks for me to be hanging around someone like Moses but I cut his lecture short by telling him that I was tired and then I just walked away from him, went inside and close my door. I was so angry and frustrated, I just wanted to scream." Liah huffs.
"Alright, I got it, chill, you'll get another chance." "O m g, I think I might have marked that beautiful skin of his with a Hickey." Liah giggles. "Oh really? Marking your territory, are you?" "Why not? I mean, I did tell him that as long as he was on this Island he was mine."
"And what did he say to that?" "Nothing, he was too busy gasping for breath." Liah laughs. "Wow, speechless and breathless? Are you sure you haven't done that kind of thing before?" Jody asks teasingly. "Hey!" Liah gasps throwing a Ti-gaz at Jody. "Just checking." Jody laughs.
Thank you all for reading
sorry for the long wait
words of encouragement
I've learned that even in the most difficult times, there's always something to be grateful for.
Riddle from last ch: what do you get when you cross a bell and a bratty kid?
Ans: A juvenile ding-a-lingquent. Hmm, I guess there are a few of those walking around, they make more noise than they're progressive. Ha, I crack myself up.
Okay here's another. What begins with P and ends with E and has thousands of letters? Good luck guys.