D'Kiyah glared in frustration at A'Marionn's attitude.
"So, this is it? You have got to be kidding me, A'Marionn. Just look at you. Fancy. So handsome. But such an arrogant asshole. What, you think you better than me, soldier boy? You were nothing but a scrawny nerd that could shoot a basketball."
"Mannnnnn, Get outta here with all that bullshit. Spare me the basketball Hall of Fame and patriotism act. This country ain't did shit for me. I know you can dance."
A'Marionn smirked. "I ain't talkin' all that pole shit. So don't get butt hurt. I remember your dance classes and gigs." A'Marionn licked his lips as he smiled, but he quickly recovered from his path down memory lane and got back to the point.
"Honestly, D'Kiyah, if you want this to be a one-time thing, then it is what it is. Or you can accept the situation, slide through when I call, or when I say it's good and we do us. Other than that, if you gon' be with this drama about relationships and butting in where your nose clearly shouldn't be, then I will cut you off."
D'Kiyah swallowed the lump in her throat. She was so appalled by A'Marionn's illustration of her worth she wanted to slug 'im. She knew better than that shit, though. She wasn't afraid of an ass whoopin', but A'Marionn carried a different sort of pain that bled into a fury or rage that would easily turn murderous.
He was quiet when he was about to pounce. The muscles in his jaw presented, but his face seemed calm, not strained or frowned.
There is where fear came into D'Kiyah. He was emotionless in his kills, so to kill was almost soothing to him, a worry D'Kiyah couldn't take a chance on.
"I guess I will be going," D'Kiyah finally spoke as A'Marionn finished up his second blunt.
He pulled on his holster and strategically placed his weapons on each side. He was very neat, which D'Kiyah equated to his time in the service. She had to admit that too turned her on. Even his blatant disregard for her feelings was respected to an extent because he was real about the situation and didn't want to sell her a dream, though she would have fallen for it.
She wanted him to say those sweet nothings she longed to hear. She was tired of being used and abused, and the hurt and pain of it all she wore on her sleeve.
"So will I see you later?" A'Marionn asked, grabbing for his keys and handing D'Kiyah her purse.
"Not sure," she replied, playing her card.
"Okay," A'Marionn said and grabbed her by the arm to assist her in her exit from his home.
D'Kiyah snatched her arm back, a bit frustrated at how quickly he dismissed her play. The truth was, A'Marionn could care less on the surface. He knew the game, and before she even responded, he knew she was going to say some dumb shit like her exact response. It only proved his point.
Drama was something he had to stay clear of. He had a meeting with a buyer that could prove to be long lasting and very lucrative.
If he got the deal with Frankie, he would have to leave the country to do the trade. He welcomed it, in need of a vacation.
The only thing about this new venture was that he needed backup, and prior to that very moment, he worked solo. With Von on and off, he wasn't sure the man could handle himself in the presence of some real shooters. This was not going to be some drug-dealing drive-by in the hood where it's hit and miss. This was the mob, and they bullets had names on 'em, and the kill was carried out personally.
There was no time for shucking and jiving. A'Marionn hopped into his BMW and buckled up. He took one glance in his mirror to check out his grooming.
Only, in his reflection was D'Kiyah, staring him down from his front porch. A'Marionn had to admit that look on her face scared the shit out of him. Either she was a true down-ass bitch, or she was a real bitch. Part of him wanted to find out the truths to her soul. But he knew he had to make a choice.
He'd either die by the sword chasing his dreams of money and power, or he'd die in love, surely to be caught slippin' while basking in the ambience of her sex.
A'Marionn shook off the idea of reconciliation and put his pedal to metal before he jumped from his car and took her into his arms once again.
D'Kiyah shook her head as she watched A'Marionn clearly think about his immorality. Watching him speed away, she angrily jogged to her Mustang at full speed.
She threw her clothes in the trunk of her car and jumped into the driver's seat. She watched as A'Marionn sped off around the corner in the opposite direction of the county jail, which she figured would be his first move, but the money was calling.
So she decided to make her next move as well. The game had just begun. A'Marionn fumbled the ball. Maybe Von could pick it up and run game. Turning her engine on, she hit the gas and headed straight to the county jail.