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CHAPTER 6

EARTH

I’d been moved from the warehouse to an actual house and had been chilling for a day with no one coming to check on me. The shit was nice as fuck, though. The whole vibe of relaxing and getting my mind together was cool.

I’d explored the entire house, making myself at home since I had a feeling I would be here for a while.

“The fuck did I get myself into?” I asked myself and laughed. I dropped on the bed and then fell back. My arms spread out, and a smirk appeared at the thought of McCoy. This was what I got myself into. A fine-ass woman had my ass snatched up, and I was going along with it. Call a nigga crazy, but Shorty had my mind thrown for a loop. She was bold as fuck. I mean, so bold, I had to give her some respect for her actions. She’d kidnapped a nigga. I chuckled at the thought. This was some crazy shit, but I was intrigued as fuck as to why.

I sat up, looked around, and smirked. I could get the fuck out of here if I wanted, but I wanted to see what McCoy's fine ass had up her sleeve.

“Might as well make some food,” I said and got off the bed. I expected it to be locked each time I went to the door, and it never was. I chuckled and shook my head. She and I were going to have to talk about this whole kidnapping shit because she wasn’t doing it right so far.

The house was big as fuck. Six bedrooms, not including the one I was staying in. I went downstairs to the kitchen, went straight to the fridge, and grabbed a bowl of grapes from the top shelf. I grabbed them, rinsed them off, and sat at the island. After I finished the grapes, I did the polite thing and washed my bowl, put it away, and then finished looking around. My mama had raised me to have manners, after all.

Even though I’d explored the entire house, I still hadn’t stepped foot in her room. At first, I was giving her some privacy. I grew up with a sister and understood they didn’t like people being in their personal space, but today, I didn’t give a fuck. I let out a whistle at the sight of her bedroom. It sat on the opposite end of the hallway from mine. While my room was all white, this one was matte green and cream. Her furniture was oversized, which made sense because her room was massive. I pushed open her closet door, and another whistle escaped my lips. Shorty spent a lot of money on clothes. Her closet was filled to the brim, but neat as hell, everything in its place. The bathroom was connected to the closet, and I chuckled at seeing it: marble floors and walls, an oversized tub, and a walk-in shower. The toilet was even in its own room. Whoever she was dealing with was sponsoring the fuck out of her lifestyle, and she wanted him dead. Shit was crazy.

Without anything else to do, since I didn’t have my phone, I stayed chilling in what I considered my room. It wasn’t as big as McCoy’s, but it was nice as fuck too. The bedroom was separate from the sitting room, which had a couch, loveseat, wingback chair, table, fireplace, big ass TV mounted on the wall, and a mini fridge tucked in the corner. A California king-sized bed, two end tables, a plush rug, with another big ass TV mounted on the wall was in the bedroom. The bathroom was dope, too, again all- white, almost identical to McCoy’s, just not as big. It even had a washer and dryer tucked away in the corner of the linen closet.

“Might as well fuckin’ shower,” I said out loud as I turned on the water. It took a few seconds for the steam to start, but I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror once it did. I was treating this shit like a vacation because it felt like it was. I pulled off my clothes and threw them in the washing machine. I didn’t have shit else to wear, so after I showered, I wrapped a big ass towel around my waist and went back into the room.

To my surprise, McCoy’s fine ass was standing against the wall, arms crossed over her big ass titties with a sexy ass smirk on her face. She wore a long-sleeved, turtleneck shirt, and high-waisted pants, and on her feet were a pair of tall ass heels. Just like the first time I saw her, they were matte green.

“What’s up, shorty?” I greeted her as I headed to the sitting room. I grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge and sat in the wingback chair. The sound of McCoy’s heels clicking against the hardwood floor caught my attention just as the smell of her perfume filled my lungs. I took a drink of water, watching her over the bottle's rim as she came and sat down.

“You okay?” she asked. I would’ve thought she was concerned for my safety in any other situation.

“Was I not supposed to be?” I threw back at her. I closed the water bottle and set it on the table before me. “You ain’t did shit to hurt me.”

“That was never my plan,” she said, and I reared back. This wasn’t the same woman who stepped to me at the warehouse. Her vibe was off, and as crazy as it sounded, I wouldn’t say I liked it. “What do you need?”

“Tell me why I’m here,” I said. I stretched my legs out in front of me and crossed my ankles. McCoy looked me up and down, her dark eyes stopping at my dick print. To fuck with her, I made my shit jump, and she licked her lips. “Ay, shorty, my dick ain’t on the menu right now. Stop lookin’ at my shit and hold a conversation.”

“I need your help,” she answered.

“Help?” I laughed and sat up. I bent my legs, opening them so my dick could hang but was still covered by the towel, and rested my elbows on the tops of my thighs. I wiped my hand over my face and shook my head. “This ain’t how you ask for help.”

“Well, technically, not your help, but your help, nonetheless,” she said, and I stared at her like she had two heads. “I’ll be in debt to the DBB if you agree to do this.”

“The DBB ain’t who you want to owe a debt to,” I said, knowing for a fact whatever she wanted, I was going to try my hardest to give to her. I didn’t even know her, but the look in her dark eyes told me she was desperate, and desperate people were dangerous to my mental state. Her ass had already snatched me up. If I didn’t do what she wanted, then it could be one of my people she snatched next, and her being fine and having sad eyes wouldn’t mean shit when I had to break her neck.

“I don’t have any other options,” she sighed.

“It’s always other options,” I replied, and she shook her head.

“Not for me.” The tough girl facade she had when she had me snatched up was gone. Whatever she needed me for was taking a toll on her. Maybe I was her last option, but if I was, then the price was going to be steep as fuck. “It’s either you help me, or I’ll die.”

“You’re being dramatic as fuck, shorty,” I replied with a laugh as I sat back. “What happen to the boss that stepped to me in the warehouse?”

“I did what I had to do to get what I wanted,” she said shaking her head. “Now I’m going to be truthful because I know that you won’t do anything you don’t want to, and I need you to want to do this.”

“Why?” I questioned.

“Because I want to live,” she said, shaking her head. She stood, wiped her hands down her clothes, and headed toward the door. “Clothes are on the bed. Get dressed; we have business to discuss over dinner.”