Youngblood

Chapter 9

                                                                            Two months later...

Cameron

            I was back in California.  I was making my rounds and making my way to Kenny’s.  I had stopped to get gas.  As I pumped the gas, I noticed a blue beamer pulling up behind me.  I continued pumping my gas as I watched the car out the corner of my eye.  I felt them watching me as I twisted the cap off my gas tank.  I looked at them again.  Whoever it was did not care about me seeing them. I returned my attention to my truck.  I was almost done pumping my gas when the back door to the beamer opened.  Out jumped Blood members Brice and Lune.  They walked towards me as I closed my gas tank.

  “You lost homeboy?”  Moony asked jumping out the driver’s seat as all three of them stood in front of me.  “Are you confused?”  I asked as they stared at me. “Look, I’m going to do you a favor and leave.”  I said turning to leave.

  That’s when Lune grabbed me by the shoulder. I snatched his hand off me and twisted it out the socket as I swung at Brice and kicked at Lune.  Lune jumped back as I caught Brice in the nose.  I slung Lune into Mooney and I jumped in my truck and drove off with them right behind me.  I had no gun on me.

  When I went to jail my dad moved all my weapons.   I needed to get some ammunition fast.   All they saw was I was a Crip and I did not belong on that side of town. That was punishable by death if they ever caught me.  I don’t think they realized I was their boss’s partner which made me their boss.

As I turned the corner, they turned with me and pulled on the side of me lowering their window.  Here we go I thought slamming on the gas as my back window exploded.  I flew down the street dodging cars and bullets.  I spun around the corner making the beamer fly past me as I spun out of control.  I quickly regained control and turned into a driveway.  I grabbed my bag and keys and leaped out the truck and ran for my life.

            I was about two blocks from my truck when I jumped on the bus.  I took it to Kenny’s house.  I got off the bus and walked the two miles to get to his house where I found him just about to get into the taxi. 

            “I thought you were still in New York.”  He said studying me.  “I just got back today.”  He studied me again.  “Come in for a minute.”  He said pushing me towards the house. We went inside the house passing Bill, Jeremy and Markus.  “Hurry up and shower man.”  I quickly took a shower and put on the extra clothes he gave me.  I had given him his cut of his money.  “You want to s***h yours here until we come back?”  He asked me.  “Where are we going?”  “Vacation for a few days.”  I handed my money bag over to him.  He quickly put it away and we were in the taxi heading to the airport. 

            A few hours later we were landing in Tampa Florida.  This was my first time in Florida.  “Why Florida?”  I asked as we got into the back of another taxi.  “I miss my wife and daughter.” I nodded my head.

            We ended up at a mall in Saint Petersburg Florida.  I had bought a few outfits and shoes.  “We can head over there now.”  Kenny said looking at his watch as we walked out the shoe store.  “Where?”  He nodded straight ahead at JC Penny’s. 

            As we walked in, I noticed the store was getting ready to close.  We walked towards the back to the women’s clothing.  I looked at Kenny as we stopped walking.  He smiled at the woman standing in the mirror modeling hats as she danced with her reflection. 

My attention shifted to the woman behind the counter making sure everything was locked. I stood there mesmerized by King Tut’s jewels as she walked from around the counter.

  Everything about her seemed so perfect.  The way her hair neatly fell below her shoulders and down her back complemented the lightly applied makeup she wore over her depression.  Her big, beautiful, deep brown eyes told the saddest story of her life.  Her beautiful glossy lips looked as if they would bring Satan back to heaven. 

It really did not make any sense to me how someone so beautiful could be so sad.  The only thing that made sense was watching her.  She grabbed her bag off the counter as she spotted the woman dancing with her reflection in the mirror.

 That was the moment Aphrodite became a goddess.  I watched her face erupt into a smile and laughter escaped from those beautiful lustrations of lips.   That’s when I vowed for her to be mine.