The Saint & The Sinner

CHAPTER 21

DeAngelo

     I had to leave from her room, because the look she gave when she saw the news. I know she knows, and before she could say anything I just disappeared. I did it for his and her own good. He put his hands on her and bruised her up. I mean from the video she was handling her own, but the point is she won't have to worry about another nigga like that. I'm not this big hardcore killer, but I will murder someone if I need to.
     "Come in." I stated answering to the light knock that I heard from the other side of the door.
     As she walked in, her eyes were on me the whole time; Studying me. I raised an eyebrow and she did too. I laughed at how challenging she was. She sat in the wooden chair across from my bed at the desk.
     "You trust me right ?" I nodded, and replied with the same question.
     "Yeah." She stated a "duhh" tone.
     "Show me you trust me." She said standing up. I raised an eyebrow.
     "How am I suppose to do that?" She shrugged.
     "Only you know." I nodded and thought for a minute.
     I grabbed my set of gold keys from the top of the china full of awards. I threw my head signaling her to go out the room. I followed behind her and closed the door. I grabbed her hand and walked downstairs. We went into the den of the house.
     "Knock all over the wall." She looked confused so I repeated myself slower.
     "Knock. All. Over. The. Wall." I laughed.
     "Nigga I'm not slow." She pushed me and started knocking on the walls.
     "Watch yo mouth. What I tell you. That shit ain't fly." I sucked my teeth and started knocking on the walls except for the spot I knew where to go. I wanted her to find it.
    "Okay Pastor Hartfield." I cut my eyes at her and she shut up, trying to hold her posture to keep from laughing.
     "I'm nothing like him so stop. I'm only saying it cuz it don't need to come out yo mouth. That shit not woman like." I saw her roll her eyes and I chuckled a bit. She gone get enough of rolling them.
     "Alright when then bitches get stuck don't say shit."
     "Be qui-," she shut up when she heard the shallow knock. It was a  different and much deeper knock from the rest of the knocks she made. She smiled and turned to me jumping.
     " I found it ! I found it ! I found it!" I laughed and pushed her aside. I grabbed her hand and placed it on the wallpaper.
     "Pull it." She grabbed the corner of the wall and watched as it came up. She grabbed the lock and I handed her the key. She placed it in there and before turning it she looked me. I nodded giving her consent to open it. She turn it and the lock popped open. She grabbed it and slid it off the latch. She pulled the latch, and the safe opened up.
     "What the hell. There's nothing in here." I laughed.
     "Yeah that's what dumb people would say." I grabbed the false bottom, and the front came off revealing another layer of the same where there was stacks of cash, weed, guns, ammo, and 1 gold brick." Her eyes lit up; she was impressed. She grabbed the money and played with it, then slid her finger across the cold gold brick.
     "Is it loaded." I nodded. "I trust you, but don't touch it. If something were to ever happen I wouldn't want your finger prints on it." She nodded, and I placed the false cover back, locking the same, and smoothing the wallpaper back over the flat safe.
     "Your turn." I stated placed the keys in my True Religion pocket.

Armani

     "My turn? I already showed you I trusted you. I gave you my virginity. That's a lot of trust." I laughed.
     "Nah that don't could lil' girl." I shrugged.
     "You wanna know a secret ?" She rubbed his face and nodded.
     "This bet not be no bullshit either." I nodded.
     "I use to work at the church, as like the money counter and money storage person. Only because I was good at math and he trusted me. If other people would have seen and got there hands on the money I saw, they probably would have stolen and robbed my dad's church. I finally was given the key to the safe, to put the money in. Before I would count it, write the amount and a sticky note, place in on the box, and slide it in the corner behind my parents wedding picture in the attic. But this particular day, be decided to give me the keys to place the money in the safe because he was busy and wouldn't be able to do it. Here's the good part." I stated. He looked into this story. Mainly because it involves a lot of money and it's about my fucked up twisted father.
     "I drove back home with the two boxes of money, and walked down to the basement. In the basement there was this big ass square in the floor that was metal and heavy and opened with a lock with numbers. The code was my birthday year first, then their wedding year. When I opened the floor piece there was like towers of money down there. It was all organized too. From one hundred dollar bills, to one dollar bills. I was amazed. I have to say there was more than a million down there. Maybe even more than two. That day changed the way I looked at my dad. Be was all in it for money." I said finishing my last sentence.
     "So all the church money people gave as offering and all that other stuff be kept ?" I nodded answering his question. I couldn't believe it either.
     "The one thing he did do, was buy a bigger church for his good friend to preach, at but then they had got into this big nasty fight, because all the money that was coming from the other church also went to my dad. They had went it a competition and my dad took the church away from him."
     "So where is this good friend at now ?" I didn't know myself, so I shrugged.
     "Living life. Hopefully with his own church now."
     "That's a lot of trust you got for me, to tell me where to pops keep all his shit. That's crazy though. One day them church folks gone find out and that's gone be his ass." I nodded.
     "And they gone find out soon." He arched his eyebrow, and I did too.