Chapter 3
"I'll stomp a bitch into her casket over you, Benjamin." —Angel
Every second felt like a minute, every minute felt like an hour and every hour felt like a day, as I paced up and down inside my bedroom. It was six o clock, but my mind was far from the thought of sleep. It hadn't been since the twelve hours ago I last saw Money. My nerves were rattled to the core.
All sorts of horrific thoughts went through my head. The first thing I thought about was someone from our past catching up to us. Retaliating on him for a stickup we did. That was the one thing we would always have to worry about. Money and I may have been robbers, but we were no killers. Our victims got to live. That was one line we promised we would never cross. It was one thing to steal money, but a whole other to steal a life.
Besides the fact Money was missing, I'd gotten an anonymous text message with the words:
I fucked him good tonight, see how much I look out for you? Now you don't have to worry about that chore for now. So take care of my man until he comes back home where he always is.
The text didn't really bother me. The sender did have a name, Tasha, but it was from an unknown number. Which meant this was clearly sent to the wrong person. I've never heard the name associated with Money a day in my life. I didn't even suspect for a second it had anything to do with him. We were faithful to each other and there were no ifs, ands or buts to it. The only reason I hadn't deleted it, were for laughs once Money came through the door.
That was my main concern right now, anyway. Money's disappearance. I glance at the clock again to see only a minute has gone by. I know I shouldn't be reading the time, because it'll only keep stressing me out. But I can't help myself. I could never fathom the type of women that automatically flipped once they realized they went to sleep and woke up, seeing their man never stepped foot through the door.
I'd never been like that, I liked to give the benefit of the doubt. Why wasn't there ever leniency on the man? Already premeditated bias that he was doing something wrong was wrong. Who was to say he wasn't out bleeding to death somewhere from getting in a terrible accident, while you were at home already packing his shit because you assumed he was cheating? I always felt like if those thoughts came so quickly, you never had trust in him anyway.
For Money not to contact me since he left for the barbershop last night, I knew something was wrong. He did tell me not to wait up because he would probably be back late; but he said a little late, not until the next day.
Then, like straight out of a tv show. I finally heard it—it was a faint noise, but I knew what it was. It was the sound of the front door opening and closing. I stopped pacing in relief and put a hand on my wild heartbeat. I could hear moving around out front in the living room, but moments later footsteps came closer and closer to the back until the bedroom door was gently pushed open.
I had on a thin creme silk robe that was open, exposing my spaghetti strap nightwear and still, I felt so hot.
Money stepped in and I could see the look of surprise on his face. For a moment it was silent between us. But he spoke a second later. "Why you not sleepin', Bratz?" He asked, taking off his jacket as he walked over to the closet and hung it up.
It takes another moment for words to be said back, because I can't believe he's standing here, when he just wasn't. "How could I? I was worried about you." I say watching him walk all over the room. He hadn't quiet faced me yet. He was just putting his clothing items in the places they belonged. "You didn't answer any of my calls. You said you were only going to the barbershop, that was twelve hours ago. I thought something happened."
He pulled his shirt over his head exposing his slender build and the abs that were starting to come into place. "I told you the shop is crowded on these nights."
"Until six in the morning? The sun is about to come up." I glance at his head and notice he also had no haircut. It was hardly noticeable because Money never waited until his hair looked bad enough to get a cut; but I could still tell a fresh hair cut apart from the one he left home with.
He looked over his shoulder at me and assessed my face. "I never told you I was going there to get a haircut. I said I was going to chop it up with the guys. Joe didn't shut down until close to five something. And I still had to drive home. It's gonna take some time." He said.
Joe was an older guy in his late sixties, he owned a barbershop a couple blocks away from here and he was really cool with everyone. His shop was known as a hangout spot. A lot of the time guys would go there playing dominos, craps, talking crazy to each other and just sit back drinking until the next day. I knew this was true because I've past by the shop a couple times and seen it open well into the wee hours of the morning. It was a private owned business so Joe closed his shop when he felt like it. The barbershop story would sound crazy to most people knowing they would never be open at such a time, but I've actually seen it numerous times to know Money wasn't lying.
"C'mere." He says. I walk up to him and he gently cups my face, making me look up at him. "What's the matter baby girl?" He asks softly.
I just hug him. His hands go around my waist, keeping me against his body. I don't want to cry so I bury my face in his chest. It's the first thing he should've done when he walked through the door. He had me scared to death. Anything could have been happening to him during that time I was here pacing back and forth like a mad woman.
"You had me so worried, check your cellphone next time. What? Did you do a lick without me or something?"
I notice his body is a bit tense. He hadn't said much since he walked through the door and he seemed a bit off.
Money and I never robbed someone without each other. He's tried it before, to see what it felt like to do it without me, but I rather us do it with each other. I was the extra pair of eyes and ears for him. Anything could go wrong during a robbery. It was never meant to be a one man job no matter how easy. That's how most robbers ended up underground. They were too busy being greedy and thinking about not wanting to split profits with someone else and ended up getting killed, instead.
By his facial expression I could tell he was trying to word his sentences before he spoke. "Yeah...to be honest I stayed at the shop until three and then went out and caught a lick. I know not telling you was selfish and I'm sorry. I feel like you shouldn't even be robbing people with me. I'm suppose to be your provider and protector. Not having you help fend for us. So I just did it real quick. Some random dude I saw walking by himself."
I force myself to relax, hoping he was careful and covered his tracks by not letting the man see his face. I don't even ask to see this money he got, because whoever he robbed must've only had enough to give him for pocket money. Else he would've walked through the door holding something.
Since we were already up and talking, I decide to bring up the mysterious text message. I bring it up on my phone and look up, seeing Money stepping into black sweatpants. I even reread the words in my head real quick just for the ridiculousness of it. I giggle. "Money c'mere, do you know who this is?"
He came walking over to me and took the phone. When he looked at the screen I didn't know if I was imagining it, but barely, just barely if even noticeable, Money seemed slightly taken aback. But just as quick as the expression came it left.
