Page 76 of Baby, You're My Weakness
After I hung up with Messiah, I met him at the marina to meet the Mexican connect. He was apprehensive about working with us, but everything turned out alright. We both split the profit for our first shipment next Friday. I’m confident we’ll do it right this time, but I needed time to tell Baby.
“Yeah, couldn’t believe it either. I don’t know if it’s because Valentine locked up and I’m all she has, or if she genuinely sorry for treating me like shit.” She nodded in understanding. “Either way, I’m just glad she realized how fucked up she was.”
I was sitting down with her curled up beside me, her arms around my waist.
“Do you think y’all can build a relationship now? Fresh start?” she inquired.
“Nah, but the apology was good enough for me, beautiful.” I couldn’t help myself when I bent down to kiss her nose. You could still see the trail of tears on her cheeks, although she’d just got out of the shower.
“This is amazing, being in your arms. I’ve pictured this many times,” she confessed, staring at me with longing. I had the same thoughts. “It was all I could think about.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
She closed her eyes, meeting me halfway to press her lips against mine. Without breaking contact, she crawled into my lap, each of her legs on each side of me. Her hands went to my cheeks as she deepened the kiss, sticking her tongue in my mouth. I rocked her hips against my dick, tryna get her as close as possible. I loved sex as much as the next nigga, but I wanted this to be different. Definitely not on her auntie’s couch.
I pulled back. “Hold on, hold on.”
“What’s wrong?” She took a deep breath. I gripped her waist, pushing her further on my dick so she could feel what she was doing to me.
“Oh!” she exclaimed with a smile. “So, what’s the problem?”
Laughing, I gave her one more kiss.
We both heard vibrating at the same time. Looking around, I tried to find my phone while she looked for hers. I located mine on the sofa’s cushion.
“Not me,” I announced, staring at my blank screen.
“It’s mine,” she countered, picking it up from off the floor. How the hell her shit got down there?
While she answered, I scrolled through my text messages.
“Wait. Slow down, Jay. What you saying?” I snapped my head up in curiosity. She was pacing back and forth in front of me, her hand on her hip.
Looking around, she snatched the remote from off the coffee table and pressed a button. The TV powered on and, after a few channel changes, I saw a news clip.
Tank was on the screen getting walked out in handcuffs, three FBI agents behind him.Shit!
“The FBI has taken into custody after days of searching, thirty-two-year-old Tamir Brunt. He was found right here at the 300 block of German and Colton Blvd, inside of this house behind me.”
Squinting, I went closer to the screen as Baby continued to talk. Seeing familiar curtains, I cursed out loud. The nigga lied to my face about not knowing where his cousin was. I was looking at Tank being walked out of an abandoned house only a few of us knew about. They grew up right down the street.
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up the phone, walking over to me. “Hey, you got a crazy look, you know that house?”
I nodded. “That’s a trap we used to work out of a long time ago. T.K hid his ass there.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” I picked up my phone, putting on my shoes.
“Wait, where are you going?” Baby asked from behind me.
“Find T.K. Nigga lied to my fucking face about his cousin. He knows more than he telling.” Now that I’m seeing clearer, the way Tank was bragging weeks ago about what he was gone do, ain’t no way he ain’t tell that muthafucka the truth.
“Wait.” She grabbed her shoes to follow me.
I stopped her.
“Where you going? You staying here,” I demanded.
