Chapter 138: Chapter 138
Chapter 138
~He is a nobody just like you~
She was yet to discover what led her to join Rodriguez in his Austin Martin car, and where they were headed.
“You look worried,” Rodriguez said, curling his lips once in a while and pondering if the looks on her face was for him or her offender.
Ken had turned to be a torn in her flesh. Ken, the once ever caring, respectful, understating lover that sang to her ears he was going to make her his Juliet, the woman of his essence, had cultured the guts to return home without her. She had often reminded herself that the attachment of Ken to her heart had convinced her of the impossibility of surviving without him. But with what he just did, she had been convinced that Ken still stuck around her because of her vagina and Blueeyes; he had gotten what he wanted and any other thing about her could go to hell. As she stole a glance at Rodriguez and saw how gentle and meek he was, she wished he would not change like Ken after seeing all of her. Most times she wondered if it was their instinct, or that men willingly changed after having sex with their women.
“What could be disturbing you?” Rodriguez asked yet again, recalling he was going to take it one step at a time with his this lady.
Rodriguez Catly. That was his formal name. But you would be wasting precious time if you mentioned that on the streets of Mexico. Mentioning Rod Breaker would be of help and make thugs run a quick CV of the most witty and ruthless bad boy across the streets of Mexico, especially Genova street. He was a drug mafia, who earned a fortune pushing drugs for emperors and managing promising and emerging cocaine empires, kicking ass and pulling bullets through the skulls of greedy associates that siphoned his drugs and stubbornly remained indebted to him. He never wanted to be in New York. He had murdered one of his associates, a senior one for that matter, Emperor Geezy, and thought no eye saw him pump two bullets into Geezy’s brain. Unfortunately the eldest and most ugly of Geezy’s daughter, Salsa saw him and made it an issue of blackmail that could be kept secret if only Rodriguez would agree to marry her.
Who wouldn’t mind to always be in the arms of the cutest bad boy in Genova Street? He was just too cute to e bad boy; Salsa had reminded him severally, and waited for the day she would earn those superb body features of his; his still-water blue eyes; thick lush eye brows that beautified his marine face; hairs so long that Genova’s women of easy virtue humbled to pay and keep him in their beds forever; those thick muscular arms were enough to house the skulls of three pretty ladies for a pillow; his thick pink bring-it lips had wet the lingerie of so many women whenever they fantasized about Rod.
And since the blackmail had turned to seduction and possession, Rodriquez had been on the run. He had to flee to New York.
“It is not something you would want to know,” Jacy replied calmly, not forgetting some minutes ago she was steaming coal on this gentle man.
“I would want to know everything including you,” he replied, dragging a smile at her and noticing she wasn’t interested in the least of things now.
She snorted and rolled her eyes, casting her stare outside the car, at the trees and landscape that threw past as they sped on.
“Is that man your husband?” he queried swiftly.
And then she returned her gaze on the cute lips that asked that question. Her heart thumbed not at the question but her reply and what it would sound like. She perceived he saw everything that happened; possible overheard her argument with Ken, even much aware of her child, Blueeyes now. Lying to this stranger would mean shooting herself in the leg. She had replied NO to many questions in her life, but NO to that question was getting her walked up already, because a month ago would make it six years Ken promised her marriage after that cold evening of hot sex in the pool where he held her shoulders and ejaculated powerfully into her vagina.
She feigned deaf ears.
“Are you there?” he asked waving his palms at her face to do justice to that question.
“Um,” she winked in anxiety, panting deep down in her soul that she had opened doors to troubles that might not end soon.
Or she should just say YES just to fight him off and keep him out of her sight. She knew the next question was going to be about Blueeyes whom he saw her with the beach.
“I asked about the man, who is he?” he asked immediately their car was brought to a halt by traffic light.
She squeezed her lips nervously; unable to recall the last time she told a lie and was never believed.
“He is a nobody just like you.” She kept a straight face to crown to statement. She had plans of lying that Ken was her husband and she was happy in her marriage, which she would not want to be distracted by handsome men like him. But the same magic that pulled her into his car was pulling her to tell lies she had never told in a short while now.
“And the dashing …”
She added, “…Kid…” and shot a warning stare into his sensual eyes and would want to let him know she was getting bored and walked up already, “You want to know everything about me, including if I have chameleon pussy that changes color right? Are you a detective?” she would have to tune down her voice and control her temper because she was already catching the attention of other motorists and pedestrians that walked past.
Rodriguez looked scared, gazed upon her crimson face
“By the way where are we headed? I can’t believe a total stranger is driving me out of Brooklyn to where cunt-dries up!” she barked.
Something was about to steam up…