After a long night of making love, Sunni was beside herself. She hadn’t been fucked that good since…Hell, she had never been screwed that good. But even so, it was still categorized in her mind as a one-night stand. She had to get rid of him. Sunni turned over and looked at the clock before looking over at that fine specimen laying up in her bed. Like the true down ass chick she knew she was, she also knew that it was time for that man to break out.
Sunni got up, showered and got herself together. She wasn’t the least bit quiet, hoping that all the ruckus she was making would wake Trill so that she wouldn’t have to. Evidently being on the run and all that screwing must have put him in a deep sleep because he didn’t budge.
“Rise and shine,” Sunni shouted, snatching the covers off of Trill. Hmm, Sunni thought after witnessing his bare tight-muscled ass laid across her bed. Maybe I ought to reconsider my plans for the day. But then she remembered her motto, Money Over Niggas, and the thought left her mind just as quickly as it had come. “Get up!” she stressed.
As Trill felt the covers being pulled off of him, he rolled over and wiped his eyes. He looked at the clock: 6:07 A.M. They had just gone to sleep a little over three hours ago.
“Come on, yo. Get back in the bed,” Trill said to her, noticing that she was fully dressed. She was wearing a cute J.Lo velour sweat suit and had her hair down. Her lips looked edible, smothered in a clear gloss.
Seeing that she was fully dressed let Trill know that she had been up for a while and that he had slept comfortably around her while she did whatever she needed to do to get ready. Resting and sleeping were things Trill didn’t do around just anyone. He could count on one hand the amount of people he trusted well enough to sleep around, and have a finger or two left. Slipping, sleeping, they were one and the same. Getting caught doing either by the wrong person could cost him his life.
“I can’t sleep. I gotta go get my money,” Sunni answered matter-of-factly.
He pulled the covers back over his body. “Man, I got you for the day. Come lay up with Daddy.”
“Some of us gotta work. I don’t have the luxury of laying up while a nigga take care of me and I damn sho’ ain’t going to let no nigga lay in my shit while I’m slaving all day.”
“You don’t have to slave.”
“I do have to work like a slave so I can eat like a master.”
He smiled, loving the hustle in the woman standing before him. That was something Precious, his girlfriend, who seemed to have slipped his mind while he was slippin’ his dick in Sunni, didn’t have. Precious wasn’t getting up at the crack of dawn to go to work. The only thing she would wake up that early for was the early bird sale at Saks.
Sunni pulled the covers off of Trill for the second time and stood over him with her hands on her hips. “Look, you need to get up. There’s a towel, washcloth and a new toothbrush in the bathroom on the counter.”
Trill gave her a long stare before getting up. He walked over to the master bathroom that was connected to the bedroom and took a piss. While using the commode he looked around the bathroom. There were suns and sunshine rays all around him, even down to the toilet seat.
“Sunni, what the fuck you got all these suns in here for?” he asked, referring to the bathroom décor.
“So yo’ butt can have a great day, motherfucker. That’s what fo’. Now hurry up and take one of those minuteman showers ’cause I got somewhere to be.”
Trill turned on the water in the shower and then called out to Sunni, “What you know about a minuteman shower?”
“Don’t be fooled by my good looks,” Sunni warned. “The judge wasn’t affected at all by my cute and innocent face. He made me press that bunk and do that time.”
Trill chuckled and got in the shower. He walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, dripping wet from the hot shower.
“Where you need to be dropped off at?” Sunni asked him. She handed him his wife beater and sweater. “Get ready. I’m in a hurry.”
“I need to go to Chesterfield then to Churchill,” he replied as he got dressed.
“I ain’t no van-to-go service,” Sunni snapped.
“Look, I ain’t strapped,” he started to explain to her, using his hands. “When I was running, I had to throw my gun away and I can’t hit the streets without my burner. It’s just that simple. Now I’ma need you to run me to Chesterfield to get me one and then drop me off in Churchill.”
“That’s all you stressing about? A burner?”
“What you mean is that all I’m stressing about? I’m from the jungle and you know what happens to the weak animals in the jungle.” He paused, waiting for her to respond. When she didn’t he continued, “They become part of the food chain.”
“Just like I had you last night, I got you again. I’ma let you borrow mine.” Sunni went over to her purse and pulled out a .40-caliber Ruger.
“What da fuccckkk?” Trill exclaimed. He couldn’t believe this little woman was carrying such a big gun.
She held up the gun and handed it to him. “I never loan my shits out. My gun is like my insurance card. I don’t never leave home without it.”
“Why you packing, ma?” he asked, taking the gun from her.
“I live alone and work late at night. And I shouldn’t have to tell you that there’s all types of lunatics running around. And while you bullshitting,” she said with a pause, “you could be one.”
“Me, a lunatic?” He laughed and shook his head. “Those white boys Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, now they were lunatics.” He put the piece of steel in the back of his pants and proceeded to put on his shoes so they could head out.