And Then I Die (Urban Novel)

Chapter Eight. Miami Vice

Seleah Eaton

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The engine of Justus' Camaro roared as we hit the highway entering into south beach. The windows were rolled down and I caught a whiff of the salty ocean water. The only thing missing was the sunroof that I could sing loudly out of.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye watching as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel and his locs pulled up on top of his head.

Gianni's blue trackhawk drove beside us and Jen smiled out the window and held up a middle finger at Justus. She had seemed to be in a better mood having one on one time with Gianni, and I really wanted to be friends with her so I did my best to keep my distance.

2 slippery by Luh Tyler and Bossman Dlow blasted and Justus turned it up louder and rapped along using his hands and tapping me like I wasn't hearing him.

I glanced in the backseat at Gianni's cousin Tyriq who was knocked out asleep and I was certain he was deaf, there was no way he was sleeping through this.

With all the stopping we'd been doing this had been the longest drive of my life. The men had taken turns driving, I was allowed to be a passenger princess and watch some makeup tutorials.

If we weren't carrying illegal drugs in the trunk of the car I would be having a little fun. Every time I'd see a state trooper my heart would drop into my ass.

This was considered trafficking and one wrong move we'd all be getting locked up. I was too pretty and fragile for prison, I was gonna go ahead and admit that.

Gianni called Justus making the music cut off. Justus turned the volume down before answering his brother who had swerved in front of us.

"You think you can make some money tonight racing that shit?" Gianni questioned him.

"Yeah bro, let me drive the trackhawk" Justus nodded along and Gianni chuckled on the other end as I held onto the door feeling like we were going too fast.

"Alright brudda, got you" Gianni replied before hanging up. Justus went to turn the music back up but I grabbed his arm stopping him as we exited off the highway and he began to slow down.

I wanted to ask if he got his love of cars from his father but wondered if he'd blow up at me. He'd been surprisingly cool for a couple days now, I didn't know if this was the real Justus or just small break from the asshole part of him.

"Can I pick the song?" I questioned and he narrowed his eyes at me like that was a crime or a request that was too much.

"I swear if you play Justin Bieber again" He said with an attitude and I smiled snatching his phone from the cup holder.

"Hold up, play Ghost again. That white nigga really snapped" Tyriq said half asleep. I glanced in the backseat at him and he'd made a pillow out of his duffle bag.

"Fuck both of you, don't play nothing" Justus replied and I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

Justus shrugged his shoulders and turned up his music and continued to rap along until we got to the hotel.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw the Ritz-Carlton. I would finally be able to take a hot shower and wash my hair without feeling like a cockroach or a rat was going to fall on me.