The Trapped Ones.

5. Money On The Rise.

"The hardest part of the business is minding your OWN."

Raina

"Damn Rai you still ain't ready?" Demcaro walked in the room holding an already dressed Cameron. I smiled at them both. He actually looked like a father. It warmed my heart since Cam didn't really have one. I rolled my eyes playfully at him and kissed Cameron's chubby cheeks. He giggled and I went back to packing the rest of my bag. "Is his stuff all packed?" I asked him. Demarco nodded his head. "Yeah, it's already in the car, we just waiting on your slow ass . Ain't that right lil man." Cameron just nodded his head and laid his head on Marco's shoulder. I rolled my eyes and sat down on my suitcase so I could zip it up. Demarco chuckled. "What?" I asked, he shook his head. "Why you gotta do all that just to zip this shit up?" I shrugged, "I'm a woman, I carry a lot of clothes and sometimes I gotta sit my ass down on my suitcase to close it up.Simple"  I got up and stood the bag up before dusting off my butt and hands. "Now I'm ready." I smiled. He grabbed the handle of the suitcase with one hand while holding a sleeping Cameron in the other and walked out the door. I shut off all of the lights and turned on the alarm system before locking the door and walking downstairs to the car. I got downstairs to see Demarco already in the car waiting on me. I got in and we drove to his private jet. 

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"Rai wake up." Demarco shook me until I woke up. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms before opening the door and climbing out. I grabbed Cameron while Demarco and I'm guessing the pilot grabbed the luggage. I climbed the steps until I was in the jet and just looked around. Really cozy, seats on both sides of the plane with tables, a mini fridge in the corner, and in the back a room and a bathroom. I laid Cameron down in the seat next to the window and plopped right down next to him running my fingers through his hair. Demarco  sat on the opposite side texting away on his phone. I leaned my head back and waited for the plane to takeoff. I watched as we were lifted off the ground and into the sky with the clouds as our setting. I thought about the trip and how much business I needed to handle with Marco. I thought about the life I've grown accustomed to and what I would probably have to deal with in the future. Nothing is a surprise to me anymore, I feel like a child under supervision. Why? Why was I the one that had to have these things happen to me? I try my hardest, I pray every night and day. I don't get it. I guess they say what doesn't kill will make you stronger, but I feel like I'm dying slowly .A tear escaped my eyes and I swept it away quickly. I don't want Marco to see me like this.  I mean he's kind of the reason I do feel like this, but I like him. Sad to say, but I do. He makes me feel different, in a good way that is. I just don't want to get attached. I've been down that road before and refuse to do it again. Bryan never had the time of day for me when he got sucked into the game, and Demarco is a busy man, what makes it any different? I won't be a priority to him and I can't do that to myself or my son. So why do I let this man get away with the affection I've grown to love? Why can't I stop wanting his kisses? The way he holds me, the way our bodies molded together when we made love for the first time. Why do I feel safe with someone that's bad news? I should be running right? I should call the police and have him arrested, but I don't want to. I don't want to because I'm attached to the man, even though I know we won't work. I won't allow it! I can't. 

"Rai?" I snapped out of my thoughts and gave him my attention. "What you over there thinking bout?" I shook my head trying to hold the tears and lies in my head. "Don't lie to me either." I sighed and looked away for a brief second. "Nothing Demarco." He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Come here." I unbuckled my seat belt and sat next to him. I turned to check on Cam and looked back at him. "Tell me." I sighed and started to get irritated. "Nothings wrong, so just leave it alone. Damn!" I snapped. I didn't mean to but I just get defensive at times. "Raina I don't know how many times I gotta tell yo ass I don't like to be disrespected and you fucking pushing me! I don't wanna have to fucking hurt your feelings. So either yo ass gon tell me wassup or you can chill over there,cause I damn sure ain't gon kiss ya ass to get a damn answer out of you." And with that he went back to texting on his phone. I was in utter shock. What he said kind of hurt, but then again what did I really expect from a asshole like him. I held my head up high not trying to cry and walked to the bathroom to let the tears flow and fix my face. I looked myself in the mirror and saw someone different. Someone that was weak and pitiful, I use to be so strong, now look at me. This is why I can't be with Demarco, he makes me feel like a little ass girl that is weak. I gotta do better. I can't make him see me like this. I washed my face and walked out of the bathroom sitting in my original seat. We were almost in Panama so I just decided to text my best friend and fill her in with everything that's been going on my life. She felt for me, but she also told me to put my big girl panties on and that was the best advice a nigga like me could get.