Page 19 of In Too Deep

In warp speed, a little while ago, I was seconds away from death.

How the fuck was I supposed to know the iPhones belonged to him?

Allen didn’t mention that shit, and neither did the truck driver.

I assumed that they were being shipped to major cell phone wireless companies.

Aside from that, I didn’t think to dig deeper into the who, what, when, where, and how, just the stats and whatever he felt the need to tell me.

Romelo owning Telo Wireless was something everyone knew because he was the first black owned cellular company in Memphis, and it was very successful.

Trecee never mentioned to us how he purchased his devices, but that could also mean she wasn’t embedded in his business like that, only her spending habits.

“Chin up!” Romelo’s voice boomed throughout the massive kitchen, echoing between the walls.

His presence jarred my head up, darting in his direction.

My body was covered in goosebumps from the menacing glare he was giving me.

His chestnut brown eyes were darkened, adding a second layer to his already cold demeanor, making me fear him even more.

Trecee never mentioned this side of him, aside from everything else she bragged about.

“I need you to give me the play by play tonight,” he demanded while casually walking over to the refrigerator.

My eyes turned into slits, watching him move around the kitchen, calmly humming song lyrics as he bit into a peach.

“I told you the play by play when you asked,” I mocked him. “What more do you want to know?”

“Allen’s blood will be on your hands tonight,” he spoke while chewing on the peach.

“Wait,” I chuckled nervously. “What?”

“Oh, you thought I was sparing that nigga life,” he threw his head back in laughter. The sound rippled, sending shivers down my spine.

“He doesn’t have shit to do with this. Why are you acting so treacherous? I gave you all I had, and what was taken.” I was desperately trying to psyche him out of whatever evil plan he’d conjured up.

“Except for the shit you stole,” he grimaced, closing his mouth shut.

When he swallowed, his Adam’s apple mimicked an elevator going up and down. The look of disgust wavering on his face made me feel every bit of uncomfortable.

“You got to pay the fucking piper, Juicy. Fuck I look like not killing the head huncho? You ought to know me better than that, love. Do I need to introduce myself to you or sum? Allow me to do the honors,” he grinned, revealing a Grammy award winning smile, and stuck his other hand out.

Juice from the peach was dripping down his beard, seeping through it, making droplets onto the counter.

After eating my pussy, I knew he was a sloppy eater and not the type of guy to dab at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m Romelo Jones. I like eating pussy—hairless pussy and not the stankin’ shit.

That’s the kind that bite back. I got a whole lot of money.

I eat ass on the first night if I’m feeling you.

I trick off if the pussy good. I’ll kill a nigga twice for crossin’ me and I’m loyal to my bitch if she act right.

” He grinned, still holding his hand in mid air. “Does that sum it up?”

My upper lip curled as I looked at his hand like it was infectious. “Fuck you.”

“Yes, Juicy. I do. I would like to fuck you, but that ain’t the matter at hand right now, love.”

Rolling my eyes, I stood upright and leaned back. Folded my arms across my breasts and purposely covering my hardened nipples.

“All I know is what I told you.”

“But there’s more.” Chewing on the last of the peach, he slurped and slithered his tongue around the seed before tossing it in the trash.

“I told you everything.” It was a semi lie. Telling him the major details seemed fair and square.

Giving me a stale face, he licked around his mouth, removing any peach leftover from the tangy fruit.

I’d be coy to stand here and lie like my pussy wasn’t getting wet in the midst of this.

Hours before, he was munching on my pussy as if the plate of food I fed him wasn’t enough.

I knew the power behind his tongue and what his mouth could do.

“Tell me everything right now or I won’t ever lick your pussy ever again,” he pardoned.

I scoffed, seeming offended, with my mouth gaping open. “I don’t give a fuck about that.”

“Put that pussy on the counter and let her do the talkin’ then,” he smirked.

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“Yeah,” he laughed deeply. “I plan on doing that too.”

“If I tell you the play by play will you let me go?” I offered a deal, hoping he’d take it, but my conscience knew better than that.

“No,” he muttered with no hesitation. “The ball is in my court now. I told you what the fuck is up. You ain’t got too many chances left.”

I huffed, bouncing my leg. I felt cornered with nowhere to hide… nowhere to run either. My fate would lead me to spill the beans, but after that, what happens next?

Biting down on my lip, my eyes nervously surveyed the area and at the cars casually passing by the street.

People were wrapped up in their own little worlds getting gas while I was being held at gunpoint, with my life at risk, deciphering whether I should take a leap of faith or stick with the plan.

I was the only unlikely suitor in this moment with an ounce of good luck to balance the scale.

Romelo was cold blooded and playing at his own rate.

After giving him the game plan, he handcuffed my hands behind me, blind folded me, and put a sock in my mouth as we drove, far away from wherever his home was.

Getting a kick out of this, he played 90’s R&B music loudly, humming to the lyrics under his breath and tapping his hand against the cool steering wheel.

My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton, but when I mentioned being parched, he offered to spit in my mouth or swallow my own.

“Call that nigga and ask him where he at,” he reached for the volume button on the radio and turned it down.

Obeying, I pulled out my phone, with shaky fingers, and my thumb lingered over Allen’s number.

“Call that fuck nigga. Fuck you sittin’ ova there stallin’ and shit fah?!” He barked, making me jump. With no more heavy anticipation, I called him.

“Put that nigga on speaker,” Romelo demanded.

“Yo,” Allen answered.

“H-hey,” I stammered, mustering a lie. “I’m at Love’s. I don’t see you here.”

“I’m pulling up now. I don’t have an ETA on him yet.”

I glanced over at Romelo. His eyes grew cold, telling me to abruptly end the call, then he snatched my phone.

“Exactly how we went through this shit is exactly how I want shit to go. Don’t try no funny shit that’s gonna get yo ass murked. Ya hear me?”

I nodded my head, closing my mouth shut. “Hmm hmm.”

Where we were parked, was dark and there wasn’t too much traffic.

Romelo eased out of the passenger side and tapped on the trunk for me to open it.

Instead of driving his car or one he figured Allen might recognize.

The black Nissan was far more basic than anything else I’d witnessed him behind the wheel in.

I eyed him, as he appeared like a thief in the night before disappearing.

The loud noise caused me to jump out of my skin.

Lately, I’ve been so damn jumpy. This entire ordeal was scaring me.

I’ve never done anything like this before, and this wasn’t equivalent to stealing.

My nerves were rattled as I drove through the rocky pavement, my body swaying from side to side.

Allen’s car was parked near a fence. He was leaned up against the trunk of his car.

A flame flickered in front of his face, before he blew clouds of smoke into the misty air.

Releasing a shaky breath, I turned the engine off and placed my head against it and said a silent prayer.

This couldn’t go any other way, but I needed this one-on-one talk with God.

Opening my eyes, I faced darkness aside from the flickering light switch above me, with ambient lighting.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

My head snapped up, brows furrowing in fear at the hard tap against the car window.

Allen cooly pulled from his blunt, matching my expression as he blew smoke into the air again, while motioning for me to exit the car.

Knocked out of my daze, I pulled the handle and stepped out.

The rocks under my sandals made me stumble just a tad, but I caught my footing.

Wind rustled at me, causing me to clench my teeth as I walked towards him, turning my nose up at blunt of loud.

“You straight?”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay.”

He inhaled smoke as we walked. The moon peeked between the clouds before the stars. “Take a puff of this shit and you’ll relax.”

“I’m good,” I shook my head, moving his hand away from my face.

Looking ahead, I noticed the FedEx truck at the stoplight, wrecking my nerves even more. Allen was calm and cool, per himself, and I began to feel like shit about this. Leaning against the trunk of Romelo’s car, my stomach felt queasy knowing in a matter of seconds he was about to be maggot food.

“How much you sell today?”

I shook my head, not bothering to muster up a lie. “Not much, I’ve been a little under the weather?”

“Damn and I was about to let you hit my blunt and you over there with the fuckin’ cooties,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” I laughed with him. “I didn’t take it nigga.”

The car slightly moved when he leaned back against the trunk, resting his elbows on top of it, looking ahead, following my gaze.

“There that nigga go right there. He gone knock off a few stacks for being late. That nigga caught a flat,” he uttered, seeming upset.

“Okay,” I nodded rapidly.

“You got that?” He quizzed, referencing my cut.

That was one of the things I mentioned to Romelo.

He had all of the money I made, and none of it was on me.

I closed my eyes shut because I had to move quick, or Romelo would think that I was stalling, and that wasn’t worth my life.

Allen didn’t deserve this, but that wasn’t up to me right now.

Another deep breath escaped from my lungs as I unlocked the trunk.

Romelo’s bottom lip was sucked between his teeth as his gun was aimed at Allen.

“What the fuck?” Allen’s eyes darted between Romelo and me with a puzzled expression.

Saying a few words, Romelo fired two shots, one to the head and one to the chest. Allen tried to reach for his waist, but time wasn’t on his side, and by that point, it was already too late, and his body crashed into the ground.

Blood spat on my shirt, my face, and my mouth, forcing me to release a gut wrenching scream as I tried to erase what I’d seen and wipe the blood off my body.

I looked on as Romelo beat the shit out of Allen’s lifeless body, muttering words here and there.

Shaking my head at the scene, I couldn’t do anything but get in the car and try to take off.

Thankfully, the keys were still in the ignition, and I cranked up the car with no issues.

Bullets flew through the glass as I ducked, while trying my best to drive off without harming anyone.

Tears blurred my vision and my heart was beating heavily through my chest. The bullets rattled me, sounding like bombs in my ears.

I glanced back to see Romelo still firing shots with the gun pointed towards me as onlookers looked at the scene in horror.

Facing forward again, my eyes grew wide seeing that I was inches away from hitting the back of a parked car.

I wasn’t quick enough on my feet to move before the airbags deployed ,and everything faded to black.