Object of Desire [Editing]

Chapter 26

Remy A. Taylor

Miles tried to grab me but I was already out the door.

People were running and screaming to the nearest exit. At first I was trying to find August but I realized I needed to find Natalia.

"Natalia!"

"I'm here."

She was tucked safely behind the bar and I helped her up, "Come on girl, we getting you out of here."

"Where ya'll think ya'll going?," I turned to a familiar voice and it was Niko, "Remy, what the fuck? What is you doin' here?"

I was going to answer then August showed up, "Remy, what the fuck? Why are you here, man?"

"I just asked her the same thing." Niko was shaking his head in disappointment until a few shots were fired at our heads.

August grabbed my arm and Niko grabbed Natalia, the four of us running out of the building.

I dived into my car, August in the drivers seat, Natalia in the backseat as we tailed Niko.

"Start talkin'." August said.

"You first! You the one who came in a strip club shootin' shit up."

"You the one who was in the strip club I was shooting up!" He argued back and I rolled my eyes. This man was ridiculous.

"Well, Natalia works there and I stopped by to check on her," I fibbed and August looked over at me, "..Okay, fine. I was bartending there for a month or two. That's all."

He sucked his teeth, punching the steering wheel.

"Okay, I told you the truth, now you tell me why you came in there shooting."

"You can drop me off right here." Natalia spoke up and I'd almost forgotten she was back there.

I made sure she was okay before August pulled off and I turned, looking at him.

"Now why were you there?"

He sucked his teeth again, "The owner of dat club is MJ."

I sat back, almost shaking in my seat.

"Baybeh? What's wrong?"

"August... What is MJ's real name?"

"Miles Johnson."

My vision became blurry as I breathed in and out slowly to keep from having another panic attack.

This entire time I was befriending the ultimate enemy.

This man had shot the love of my life, had killed his first love and unborn child, had killed one of his bestfriends' father.

This whole time he was playing me, I had no doubt he knew August was my boyfriend even though I never directly said his name.

How would I tell August I'd been so stupid?

"What the fuck?"

August was looking in the rearview mirror and I turned to see Miles in a black Charger, close on our heels.

"August, I'm scared." I spoke and it was the truth.

This entire time I was so brave and now I was realizing just how dangerous of a situation I was in.

"I got you, baybeh." August was focused on the road as he sped up to get away from Miles.

I held on tightly to the seatbelt as August swerved lanes to lose the tail.

It wasn't working.

August grabbed my hand, "Baybeh you trust me?"

That made my heart drop, "Why?"

"I'm finna do something real fuckin' crazy but Ima get us outta dis. Aight? But you gotta trust me."

I hesitated for only a second before nodding, "I trust you."

He held my hand to his mouth, kissing it before he turned the wheel aggressively, making the car flip.

—

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling my aching body being dragged across the cement.

Thinking it was Miles, I used the small amount of strength I had left to try and pull away.

"Stop baybeh." August whispered harshly and I went still.

"Aug... Aug, what.." I slurred, looking around.

I saw his car, in flames and several cars surrounding it as he pulled me away from the commotion.

Then I was asleep again.

—

I woke up in an unfamiliar bed and sat up, my head immediately beginning to pound.

The car crash came rushing back so fast that I had to lay back down.

MJ was Miles.... Miles was MJ. This whole time I was involved with a man who'd ruined Augusts' entire life. The enemy. A man who'd hurt my father and I was so dumb and driven by anger I didn't even realize it sooner.

August walked in the room and I stood to hug him, his grip tight around my waist.

"I love you, baby." He whispered to me and I said it back, several times.

When he finally let go the both of us sat on the bed.

"Where am I? What are you going to do about Miles?"

He sighed, "We at Quincy's place. Let me worry about MJ, mama, you don't gotta worry about shit."

"He knows where my family lives, he knows too much I can't go anywhere without looking over my shoulder." I was close to tears and August pulled me into his lap, rubbing my back comfortingly.

"You don't think I thought about all that? Like I said baby trust me, you ain't gotta worry about nothin'."

I nodded, calming down and looking at him.

I was ready to do whatever for this man.