Brutality: We All Gotta Live Someday

Chapter 4: The Meeting

Sage

"Get in the truck Sage." Tajin said, passing me a death glare

"Ain't no fucking way I'm getting into that big fancy shit, you lost yo mind or somethin?" I shot back, gladly returning the glare.

When Tajin told me he was taking me to his fathers house, I thought he meant that HE was actually going to be the one to take me. But boy oh boy did he have a surprise when he took me about a few minute walk down to the bridge where I slept at the night prior.

There in all it's glory was a beautiful all black Cadillac Escalade, black rims and dark tinted windows. To me this screams, 'I'm a celebrity, chase me down' and personally I wasn't a big fan of SUV's considering 1. I ain't never been in one and 2. I don't have a death wish.

"It's not as bad and scary as it looks, I promise." He said sincerely. I knew he was already getting irritated with me. Oh fucking well.

I shook my head no once again. Ain't no way I'm getting into that thing. What if I pressed a button in it and it exploded? Or the driver is high and decided to swerve us into the ocean? What if-

"Sage. If you don't get your ass in this truck right now, ima come over there and toss your little ass over my shoulder and put you in myself." He said seriously, uncrossing his folded arms, giving me a look that just said keep playing with me.

"I said I'm not getti-" I was cut off by a sudden feeling of my feet being lifted off the ground causing me to squeal and before I knew it Tajin positioned my body over his shoulder.

"Put me down jackass!" I yelled as I began to repeatedly hit his back, my attention quickly being drawn to a rewarded view. 

Damn look at that ass. I wonder if he does squats?

My temptation ended up getting the best of me as I couldn't resist the juiciness that my eyes were blessed with seeing. It was just screaming to be touched and jiggled.

I grabbed a bit of his ass, giving it a light jiggle.

"Aye guh!" Tajin yelled at me, before giving my ass a hard smack. 

I jumped at the sudden contact, the slight after sting causing a dangerous feeling to stir in my lower abdomen. "You son of a mug!" 

He chuckled. I didn't even have to look at his face to know that he was shaking his head. Son of a mug Sage. That's the best you could come up with?

He put me down onto the seat, adjusting my legs to be completely in the truck before shutting my door.  He walked over to the other side, opening the door and taking a seat across from me before shutting it close. He briefly nodding his head at the driver signaling that It was okay to take off.

I rolled my eyes at his little gesture to the driver. 

I honestly don't know why I'm so pissed off right now. I can't tell if it's because I was just tossed into a truck against my judgement and now timing my death, or because this feeling in my traitorous ho-ha won't go away and was only getting worse the more Tajin stared at me.

I cleared my throat and quickly adjusted myself in my seat. I needed to calm down before I jumped this boy in his seat right in front of the driver.

I decided to look around the truck instead, and I can't lie, I'm at a loss for words. The truck has a  beautiful black and white lining interior color, with light gray seats and a nice 12 inch tv screen. The 2 seats that were more towards the back looked like they were recliner seats that came with white marbled folding tables. 

To say his pops was rich is an understatement.

"You look surprised." 

I looked up at him, our eyes immediately catching each others attention. He looked at me with slight amusement but I know he wanted to read me. He wanted to know how I felt about all this. But what I couldn't fathom was how he wasn't surprised with all this.