I woke up to Jabu sleeping on the couch. Why the fuck are we on the couch?
"Jabu, we need to go," I whispered and he got up. "Where too?" he moaned. "To freshen up and get the car cleaned," I tell him. "The Beamer also needs a wash. It smells like a butcher," he said laughing.
We freshened up quickly and I hurried to wipe the blood off of the G-Wagon.
"You take the Beamer and I'll take this," I said as soon as he stepped into the garage.
"Lead the way," he bowed and I laughed.
We drove for about an hour to get to the PM Logistics branch in Mpumalanga.
"What are we doing here?" Jabu asked me when we climbed out of the cars. "I don't trust anyone other than Thabo to make sure that these get clean," I told him.
"And who's Thabo?" he asked. "I am," Thabo responded. "Long time, Maya," he said to me and gave me a hug.
His dreadlocks were cut off and he had waves. His dark skin glowed under the sun and his hand carried a bucket. He was slightly shorter than Jabu.
His eyes were still as beautiful as ever and his eyebrows looked like he had just gotten them trimmed. Why the fuck does he look so good?
"So, what happened?" he asked. "Long story short, the Beamer smells like a butcher and the G-Wagon has blood on the front," Jabu said.
"And why is that?" Thabo asked. "Because we bought a shit ton of meat and also because I hit a deer," I lied.
"Did you tell mama P about the deer?" he asked. "No. Well, not yet," I said. "Yeah, don't tell her. She's gonna lose her mind and throw a perfectly good car away like she did with that A45," he said and I laughed.
"Okay, give me an hour or so," he said and took the car keys.
"How do you know this guy?" Jabu asked me when Thabo disappeared. "I met him when I was 12 and he was 15. He lived with us because his dad was cheating on his mother. His father ended up marrying the woman he cheated with and left his mother with nothing. His father was, well is so fucking rich. I hate men. His mother was very close to mine so we took Thabo in," I said and got up to look for the office.
"When Thabo turned 18, he asked my mother for a job and she agreed. Then with his salary, he took himself to school to study mechanical engineering. And now, he still works here and is also a shareholder as he has I think 20% of the shares," I smile.
"Wow. That's something," Jabu said. "Yeah, it honestly is. I need food," I groan. "Take a truck and let's go buy food," he said and I nodded.
I looked for Thabo and found him in the workshop. "Hey. We wanna go get food. May I borrow a truck?" I ask. "Take my car. Keys are in the safe. You know the pin," he says and I thank him.
Last year, he owned a Mercedes Benz S63 Babus, I wonder what he has now.
I opened the safe and found the keys of a Ferrari SF90. Well fuck.
"Let's go," I said to Jabu waving the keys.
We got to the car and I drove us to a fast food restaurant.
"Hey sorry. What are you doing in Thabo's car?" Some girl asked me. "Uhm... I'm not in it right now," I responded.
"Is he fucking you now?" she asked. "Fuck no. That's my brother, ma'am," I said. "He's never told me about any siblings," the girl said.
"Okay look, it's none of your business. He's not into you," Jabu said and the girl left. I dialed Thabo and he answered instantly.
Thabo: Maya?
Me: Some girl was tell me that you never told her that toy have siblings so Jabu told her that you aren't into her.
Thabo: Fuck. It's probably Ashley. Says thanks to Jabu for me and bye.
"He said thanks," I smiled to Jabu and he winked.
Our order got called and we had our food outside. Jabu's phone rang and he excused himself.
"It was my uncle," he said when he sat down. "What did he say?" I ask. "I need to take over the business or sell it. Choice is mine. I just need to give them R16 million," he said.
"What do you wanna do?" I ask him. "I'm thinking of selling it to them for R70 million," he said.
"You don't think that's reaching too far?" I ask. "Henry made half a billion every year. Trust me, R70 million is a good deal. But I'll start at R150 million," he said and I nodded.
"When are you going to talk to him?" I ask. "Today. I told him where were sleeping and he said he can only make it tonight," he said.
"But how did he just give up, you know? Why isn't he waiting for an update from the police?" I ask him. Kept his eyes on me as he took a bite out of his burger and I watched his jaw move up and down. Why the fuck is this sexy?
"Because that's how it is in this industry. Once a drug lord goes missing, he's dead," he responded. That's heavy.
"Plus the docket is lost," he whispered. Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
We had the rest of our meal in silence and drove to the depot to get the cars. I just hope that they're all good.
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