Fantasies 2

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2 Weeks Later...

Bridges.

I swerve and cut Tamika off, laughing while looking through the review mirror. She's swerving and all trying get around me but I got her on angles. Which ever way she swerves I swerve as well. I pull up behind King and we turn the curb hard in unison, going around the circle in rhythm.

King leads us back out to the track and the race to first place continues again. Tamika swerves around me and I swerve a little startled. I had forgot she was even behind me. Tam makes it up the front and I'll be damn if I come in third.

I put the pedal to the floor, creeping up next to King. He takes a double take and I nod my head so he does the same taking off in laughter. The dust dissolving into the air. I see the finish line coming up, knowing I lost this game. Who am I to get mad though? I won the first two races, can't win them all.

We come across the finish line and the cars come to a complete stop. Tamika gets out, taking off her helmet and shakes her hair out. I shake my head and remove my helmet while sitting in the car. King said he wanted to do something fun so Tamika suggested we go racing.

King and I thought she meant like go kart racing, not no damn drag racing. I asked De if she wanted to come or at least go out but her answer was I have work. I just shrugged it off and left it alone. It's clear work is more important than spending time with her husband. It's off season and I got all this free time until August and its mid March. She doesn't want to go on vacation or nothing.

"This is some bullshit, I ain't win not one game since we been out here." King whines, getting out his car. I lean on the hood of mine, unzipping the top half of my suit. Shit is making me sweat.

"You got second place." Tamika tells him.

"That ain't nothing. This nigga won two got damn games. You won, one. I want a rematch." King says.

I look at my watch saying,"my look at the time. Let's go eat. I'm hungry as a mafucka." I frown and rub my stomach causing him and Tam to laugh.

"You always hungry." King mutters, turning on his heel to the exit of the track. I shrug and follow behind him. We tell the guy we'll be back and hand him the equipment. I grab my hoodie and leave out the the arena to the food court. I don't really know what I have a taste for, I'm just hungry.

I browse my options, deciding on some Chinese food. I felt like some Chicken and Broccoli with shrimp fried rice. Jarvis and my other guard Neem stand on either side of me. One facing forward and to the other facing to the back to watch.

I usually don't take my security while out in my hometown, but my publicist and coach recommend it. Especially since being shot years ago. After ordering and paying for my food, I have a seat at a table. King and Tamika joining me. We all say our grace and begin to eat, it's quiet at first but King begins to talk.

"So, how's Deanda?" He questions. I shrug and pour some soy sauce on my rice.

"She's good, working her ass off as always."

"She don't never come out and hang with us. We too hood for her or something?" I laugh and shake my head no.

"Naw man, my wife is hood as hell when she needs to be. She's more of a home person since she's been in the tabloids. She doesn't like all that publicity." I explain. King nods in understanding.

"She shouldn't let fame keep her from the cameras though. Rather she's in front of the lens or not, people will talk. That's what they do." King shrugs with a mouth full of food. I witness Tamika texting someone with attitude and I just left it alone. It must be between her and that nigga but that's none of my business.