Lion's Pride

Chapter 9

D . a . n . i . e . l . l . e

One Week Later

Lately I been chasin' paper, chasin' guap...

Lately I been feeling like fuck a hater, fuck a cop...

I swear lately I been heartless (x3),

Lately I been heartless (x3)...

     Heartless by YFN Lucci featuring Rick Ross blared through the speakers of Montie's bright white, newly bought Aston Martin DB11 car. He drove in the front seat, as Rayne was right next to him on the passenger side. Together, they wore the same color scheme of black, white, and a more than dark navy blue. Tank and I sat in the back behind the two, me on Montie's side because Tank is far too tall for Montie to see over him in the rearview mirror while driving. I wore a simple black shoulder showing tee, dark denim jeans, and the original red bottom heels I purchased a while back. Tank on the other hand wore a Nike Jogger fit and all white clean forces, not wanting to be too over the top. It was a chill afternoon, nothing but trouble to get into at this time of day.

     "What time were we supposed to be there again baby?" Rayne's turns to Montie. He looks away from the road for a second, staring at his brown skinned queen. If only the world knew how much he loved this woman, it still wouldn't be enough for him. He wanted everyone to know, including the newborns fresh out the womb coming into the world.

     "3:00 and it's only 3:03, but we almost there. Don't worry about being a little late. Jah will understand because yo' ass like taking all damned day to get ready and shit. Watching makeup video reruns about some winged eyeliner." Montie rolls his eyes playfully, tapping her thigh with his right hand because his left was occupied with the task of driving the beautiful car that we are in. Rayne narrows her eyes, stealing a quick gut poke, but not a heavy one. Montie swerves the car a little for dramatic effect, making Tank look up from being engrossed in his golden iPhone XS Max.

     "Stop playing with me," Montie laughs and Rayne turns in her seat all the way, her back to the passenger side window and stomach now facing Montie. She examines his features and the way his pecks popped out of the white top he wore. This man made her wet without even looking her strait in the eye. Montie was her own definition of a panty dropper, what even is a Trey Songz in her mind.

     "I will punch yo' ass so damned hard that you'll make this car go off this bridge and flip two times. Try me if ya' want to Montavious,"

      "Girl bye," Montie smacks his lips dramatically. Rayne raises her hand in the air, threatening to move his arm away from the wheel and lose direction along with control of the car.

     "I dare yo' ass to attempt that shit, Rayne. Matter of fact I triple dog dare you to. You crash my shit, and on the future kids we having, I'm whopping yo' ass." Me and Tank look at one another then, eyes bugged out. We knew the two were just playing around but the tone behind Montie's statement had thrown us off. Tank interjects.

     "What we not finna' do is put the lives of the two niggas in the back of this car at risk. I love y'all two, but if we crash and I survive, I'm suing you Montie for yo' rap money, and I'm damned sure suing Rayne for all that damn weave and them wigs she got. Those could be a present for my baby girl one day, or a hundred days in a row." Rayne scrunches her face up, and Montie shrugs him off.