Saving My Girl

Chapter 7.

Paris.
"I still can't believe she hit you," Maya states shaking her head.
"Did you hit her back," Jayla asks causing me to tilt my head looking at her like she's stupid.
"I wouldn't be sitting in front of you if I would have hit her back. Yeah hit her ass back and lose my life," I say and they all fall out laughing.
"What you gonna do now," they asks and I shrug my shoulders.
"I guess get a job or two and an apartment," I answer. "That's the good thing about finishing school a semester early."
"I don't understand how you finished before us and you were never in class," Maya teases.
"Because while y'all were sitting in class getting distracted I was sitting in detention having no choice but to do my work," I answer.
"Mr. McCain probably made sure that you finished early so he can get a break from seeing your big ass head everyday," Asia jokes.
"I swear all of you have one more time before I jump on the three of you," I explain and they all laugh.
"Yeah like you jumped on those girls shoot I wish y'all would have called me I would have been there in a blink of an eye and beat everybody ass," Jayla states and Maya shakes her head.
"Am I the only one trying to stay out of jail? Damn I'm too pretty to go to jail," Maya groans and collapses on the living room couch in her Mom's three bedroom home.
"You act like you can't step on whoever come at you sideways. You bout 20 ft. tall," Asia jokes.
"Anyway... Asia where you gonna stay? Y'all gonna get a place together," Maya asks us. Asia shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm not really sure yet," Asia states catching me off guard what does she mean she's not sure I thought that was exactly the plan. She finishes school and works part time while I work full time to help her out.
"What the fuck you talking about you not sure? I just got kicked out my Mom's house because of you because I'm trying to help you," I say and jump from the couch onto my feet.
"Chill out I just said I'm not sure and it's not my fault what happened between you and your Mom you and your mouth put you in that situation," she states while typing away on her phone.
"Watch the way you speaking to me," I warn her and snatch her phone. "Why are you texting Quincy? He just had females beat your ass while you're pregnant with his child why the hell would you be texting him of all people?!"
"Quincy said he didn't have anything to do with that. He said that girl took advantage of him. I do remember he was drunk yesterday," she states sounding dumb as hell.
"So what you just gonna just forgive him and go back to him?" I ask and she shrugs her shoulders.
"Maybe," she answers. "I am having his baby."
"Just like you said me and my mouth put me in that situation with my Mom. You and your denial about Quincy and the shit he's doing is what puts you in the situations you put yourself in like getting jumped and cheated on.
Just know I'm not gonna be Captain Save a Hoe anymore," I say and toss her phone at her before walking out of the house.
I head down the road needing to clear my head. What the fuck am I doing? I'm trying to do better and stay out of trouble and just when I thought I was making progress all hell breaks loose.
I text the one person that makes me better or at least makes me want to be better. If not for myself than at least for him.
Me: I need you Nathan. Right after pressing send I hear tires screech behind me and a bag is put over my face. I'm knocked out before I can react. Shit that's twice in one day hopefully I can start fresh tomorrow cause these headaches are crucial.
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"Wake up sunshine," I hear a deep voice say in my ear with a nice Hispanic accent.
"Where am I," I ask wishing I could rub the soreness in the back of my head.
"What's your name beautiful," the man asks ignoring my question.
"I asked you a question first," I say and he chuckles.
"You're one tough cookie huh? You scared," he asks and I shrug my shoulders.
"I've been in scarier situations so don't be offended if your basement doesn't frighten me," I say and he laughs while his eyes admire me and my figure.
"My name is Victor and you're right you are in my basement. Nathan will be here soon enough I just need some information before I let you leave with him," he explains. He looks at one of his men that are standing behind me. "Untie her," he orders and takes a seat at the around table in front of me. "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't think so," I answer honestly feeling my hands become freed I relax back in the chair and rub my wrist. "What kind of questions do you have for me?"
"They're about Nathan Scott," he states and drums his fingers lightly on the table.
"What about him," I ask.
"I want to know everything about him. I asked around and learned that your the person that can tell me all that I need to know. He was a cop but went crooked before joining us completely on this side that's all I know so fill in the blanks," he states.
"Are you asking or telling because I don't like to be ordered to do anything," I say and he chuckles and shakes his head.
"Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble," he asks causing me to shrug my shoulders.
"Mmhm about seventeen years of my life but that didn't make me change so don't expect me to now," I say and he smirks.
"I like it," he states. "But I won't for long if you don't start giving me answers." I sigh and read off the lie Nathan gave me to give years ago.
"His parents died that's what caused him to quit being a cop. They were murdered and the cops never looked into the case," I explain. "So all the skills he gained as a cop he uses against them now," I explain. "He's about ten times better than your best employee and FYI he's not gonna be too happy when he sees that you have me here."
"I guess it's a good thing we didn't tell him that you would be joining us then," Victor replies.
"Does that mean I can go now," I ask raising from the seat.
"Not so fast mami we're not finished with you yet," the man behind me states and forces me back into the seat.
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