Page 21 of Bodyguard My Heart
“Yes, ma’am. I can give your keys to the valet for you.”
I handed him the car keys as we exited the elevator into the hotel lobby. I watched nervously as the transport guy handed my keys over to a pale man at the valet desk. The pale man didn’t waste any time taking off toward the parking garage.
“Is this spot cool to wait for your car?” the other transport guy asked just as we made our way outside.
“Yes, this is fine,” I replied as I took in my surroundings. The fresh air was a welcomed change from the stuffy hospital room. I stared down at Demetrius. His eyes opened as he took in the scenery. My thoughts raced. I wasn’t ready to leave him.
Rebecca’s Mazda pulled up in the roundabout and I hopped inside. They placed Demetrius in the back seat so he could rest.
“Thank you,” I said to the men before they returned to the hospital.
Sitting in the car, I pulled out my phone to call Royale. I needed to figure out where to take him. No sooner than that thought crossed my mind did it disappear. This was my chance to get away… To leave all of this behind. We didn’t have anything but the clothes on our backs, but I didn’t give a damn.
I threw Rebecca’s car in drive and pulled off. I made a mental note to have Rebecca’s car shipped back to her when we got to wherever we were going. I was sure she would understand. Myheart pounded and my hands trembled on the steering wheel as the hospital grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. I was leaving all my worries and troubles behind. I didn’t know where we were going, but I hoped it was somewhere we could both find healing.
6
Demetrius
“Fuck!” I groaned as my eyes shot open. The stabbing pain in my stomach had rocked me out of my sleep. Everything that happened last night and today flashed in my head in bits and pieces. I remembered being hit by a truck and arriving at the hospital, but after that everything was spotty. I’d had surgery, but I couldn’t recall the procedure. I knew Samara was there when I’d woke up and that she’d signed off on the procedure to save my life. It was exactly what I knew she would do if I ever needed her to, and that was why I’d put her on the paperwork years ago. I’d put Samara on all my paperwork. If I wouldn’t have made it, everything I owned would have gone to her.
The shooting pain in my stomach coursed through my body again. It must have been time for me to get more pain medication. Every part of my body felt like I had been hit by a fucking truck. I would have rather been shot. Leaning my head forward, I took in my surroundings. I was in the back seat of a car I didn’t recognize and a nigga head was spinning. I blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of where the fuck I was and why. When I spotted the back of Samara’s head, I wasinstantly relieved. Lifting my hand, I intertwined my fingers in her beautiful curls just as I did when I was giving her back shots.
“A nigga ain’t gon’ never get tired of this view,” I mumbled, giving her head a slight tug. The car swerved a little bit as she yelped.
“Oh my God, Demetrius, you scared the fuck out of me.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but a green sign passing by my window caught my attention.
“Welcome to Georgia,” I read underneath my breath as more confusion set in.Why the hell were we in Georgia?
“Aye, why we just pass a welcome to Georgia sign?” I questioned. “Where the fuck we going?” She didn’t say shit, but I could feel the car speed up.
“You don’t hear me talking to you?” I tugged on her hair with a little more aggression. I needed answers as to why we’d been on the road for more than six hours. My memory wasn’t the best right now, but I ain’t remember Georgia being a part the plan.
“We’re headed up to Contessa’s safe house. That’s where they want us to hide out.” Her voice was doing that high-pitch thing it did when she was lying. We’d been around each other all of our lives damn near. Samara knew I knew when her ass was lying. Removing my hand from her hair I snaked my hand around the headrest and took hold of her neck.
“Lie again.”
“Demetrius, stop playing, you’re going to make me have an accident,” she fussed, attempting to pull my hand away from her neck.
“Stop lying then.” I tightened my grip. If she thought because a nigga was hurt she was gon’ play with me, she thought wrong. “Why are we in Georgia, Samara?”
“I just told you.”
My grip tightened again. I applied just enough pressure to let her ass know I meant business. Her panties wereprobably becoming ruined by the second. Without warning, that throbbing pain returned to my stomach, making me drop the grip I had on her.
“Shit!” I winced in pain as I doubled over. The reality that someone had actually executed an attempt on my life and almost succeeded set in.
“Are you okay?” Samara questioned. I could hear the concern in her voice, but I was in too much pain to answer her. “It’s time for you to get your meds. I just need to find a decent place to stop.”
I lifted up my head trying to pinpoint where we were. I’d made this trip a thousand times back when my job was running coke from Miami to Atlanta.
“The next exit is good.” I pinpointed where we were. Just outside of Bristol City. “There’s a gas station and a little place to grab something to eat. A nigga hungry. I’m good on the meds though,” I informed her before leaning my head back on the window. As sore as I was, I knew better than to rely on the pain medication to fix it. I’d seen too many motherfuckers get strung out off that shit. It was why the cartel had such a huge stake invested in prescription drugs.
“You need your pain meds, Demetrius,” she replied.
“I’m good,” I responded.