Chapter 140: Chapter 140

Chapter 140

~To hell with marriage~

“You just have to calm down,” he obliged, “This car is Austin Martin. It cost me a fortune to buy it, you know”

“I don’t give a damn if its cost you all the balls in your generation to buy it,” she dragged her brow at him, “The fact now is that your almighty Austin Martin is keeping us stranded already, even the boneshaker owned by my granny would never pull up this shit.” She opened the door, alighted and banged the door without any iota of respect for its luxuries.

Rodriguez stroked his hair, gritted, hit his hand on the steering. “Fuck! Fuck!” he cursed, alighted too and pulled over to the bonnet.

Jacy was already aside, watching out for any oncoming vehicle that she could hike and finish up her journey.

“What are you doing?” he queried, staring at the network of engines, plugs and steel fittings that filled the bonnet. When he got quietness for an answer, he said remorsefully, “You just have to hold on. New cars don’t do shit. I am going to fix it now and we will be gone.”

Jacy squeezed her lips and shook her head disapproval, “I never wanted to join you in that bone shaker. I will just get on a cab while you work on your Martin since the Austin isn’t working.”

Hastily he rushed into the car, when he felt the plug he just reaffixed could offer a positive response. He twitched the key in the ignition without any result or sign of life in the engine.

“Are you good to go?” Jacy was asking a cab driver that just halted at her spot.

Rodriguez peeped through the window to see that the cab had gone without Jacy; possibly the price didn’t go well with either. He prayed in his heart that she would not get a cab until his car was fixed. Thoughtfully he nursed the urge to smoke and he slid his hand into his breast pocket, pulled out a cigar pack and earned a stick between his lips, stealing a glance at Jacy’s spotless, straight legs; ones like the stripper he often saw on TV and, night clubs, who had the talents of spreading their legs wide enough for the viewing of their onlookers and patronizers.

He wouldn’t want her to know anything about him than she already knew. He had played the weakling, soft, Mr. Nice Guy, villain to her, and thus it should remain. Through those vices, he planned to charm her and make her the woman of his dream. He only prayed that Salsa, his blackmailer wouldn’t trace him down to New York, and his murdering emperor Geezy to remain a secret and a thing of the past. In order to shield from her the wealth he got from drugs, he would try to get a job in any of the ventures, just to convince her that he earned a legit living. Of a truth he had amassed enough wealth from drugs and he had enough trust that could last him his entire life, without working.

He was mid way smoking and thinking when Jacy waved down another cab. And it seemed the price went down well for them because she had hopped into the back seat before Rodriguez alighted and made to the cab.

“Hello hold on,” he caked on the driver, “How much are you charging to drive home ?” he peered in toe door, asking the driver

The driver was about opening his lips to make a comment when jacy sparked like a savage.

“To hell with your money,” she winked at him, and turned to the driver “Heh, dude move this car now.”

“Hold on,” Rodriguez obliged the driver gesturing at him. “Apologies fro the stress. It will be my pleasure to pay for the taxi, just to ease whatever stress I must have caused you. No strings. I am…”

She added, “Being gentle or kind right. That your bone shaker of a car deserves either. I don’t need your kindness.

Rodriguez snorted in tiredness as his green watery eyeballs fell within his eyesocket. He had never met a woman so impossible and annoying.

Before he could make the next statement, the cab had zoomed out of place. But he made after the cab regardless, thinking he could convince her.

“Just hold on…” he called on Jacy but the cab was soon pacing into the distance, out of sight, and then he paused , bent to his knees , returned to his car, kicked its tyre and cursed he had never given up on anyone or anything . As for Jacy there was no stopping him. He hastened to the bonnet to resumed doing his best.

***

Midway out of the suburb, Jacy stared at her wrist watch. The Austin Martin car of Rodriguez that broke down had taken much of the time. Time was already past six and returning home wasn’t a thing of joy to her right now; she wasn’t ready for Ken and his nagging. There was no way she would return home and not question Ken over his attitude at the beach ; his decision to abandon he at the beach and return home with Blueeyes alone. She knew Ken was planning a war with her and she had been so pushed to the wall that resistance was the only weapon left now. She knew she had nothing to lose neither Ken, since they were not legally married.

To hell with marriage. I don’t give a damn anymore!

She cursed in her head.

“Change of destination,” she reminded the driver, who was already driving her home. “Take me to Adam And Eve.”

The cab driver was forced to say, “That is a dirty strippers’ club, ma’am, doesn’t befit you.”

“And how does it concern you, dick head? Jacy came hot at him.

“Sorry ma’am.” The driver tendered his apology and swerved his wheel to the next exit that led to Adam And Eve.

“Good,” she beamed, and recalled that Adam And Eve Night Club was the same night club where she and Ken had their first date and almost first sex – Ken had been so impatient to wait till they got home and all through the hours they spent at the table to drink, she kept fighting back her moan and grinning each time he pushed his finger under her mini skirt and fingered her wet vagina…