Page 53 of Forced Into Your Arms
I ain’t even say shit back. I just reached over and turned the radio up on her ass. Her ass was too gotdamn feisty for me.
A few seconds later, I caught a glimpse of her smiling out the corner of my eye. I wanted to pull this damn truck over the second I saw that shit.
She really thought this was funny.
Thought going back and forth with me about her own safety was cute.
Meanwhile, all I could think about was somebody breaking into her apartment while she was at work. Somebody had walked through her shit and left a bullet and a note behind.
Ain’t a damn thing about that was funny, and she had no idea how close she was to getting under my skin.
After a while, Milan reached over and turned my radio completely down, surprising me. She shifted in her seat and looked at me.
“Why did you come?” she asked.
I glanced over at her. “You called me.”
“I know that, but honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to drop whatever you were doing and come running. You didn’t have to do that, you know?”
I frowned. “You wanted me to take my time?”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Then what are you saying?”
She let out a frustrated breath and went, “Never mind.”
“Nah. You asked.”
“I was just wondering why you came yourself. You ended up calling the guys that showed up and had that one guy, um, Mace,questioning everybody like he was the police.” She paused, laughing to herself before continuing. “So, I guess my question is, why you just didn’t send them?”
I kept my attention on the road, thinking long and hard about what she said. She was right. I could’ve just sent them and I had done it before. That’s what they were hired for, to handle my light work, but this was different.
After a while, I told her, “Because you called me.”
She stared at me for another few seconds before turning back toward the window. “Well… thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming…”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“I know I don’t have to. I’m trying to be nice, though.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
She laughed. “See? This is why I don’t like you.”
This time, I laughed. “Shawty, you don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
I just shook my head and kept driving.
By the time we reached the hotel, Milan looked like she was fighting a losing battle with sleep. Every few seconds her eyes drifted shut before she’d force them back open.
I pulled into the private entrance near the side of the building and parked.
