Feel Me in the Dark – Sneak Peek!
On January 24th, Tucora Monique returns with a new release and she has a special sneak peek for you to read below.
“Pop the trunk. Let me see what y’all came up with.”
My quick thinking was stifled by fear and by the time they popped the closure, I played possum.
Paralyzed in the fetal position, I damn near forgot it was okay for me to breathe.
“I know you didn’t kill this lady…”
Hmm, someone with some compassion.
“…And bring this broad to my house.”
Never mind.
“You said we needed to collect, so we snatched Joel’s bitch!”
Nigga. He wishes.
“I should’ve killed her ass. She started bustin’ and hit Grabba.”
The new presence released a low chuckle. “Is that why his ass is sitting in the car?”
“Yeah. He was only grazed but took something for the pain and been knocked out ever since.”
“And that’s how you end your night, Jude? Carrying two knocked out muthafuckas to my house. Grabba isn’t staying here. You better take that nigga back to the west side.” From his buttery voice, I was certain I didn’t know the man from Adam but could also hear the power in his tone although he wasn’t speaking loudly.
“Blitz. Take her to the third room upstairs—"” He abruptly stopped and even with my eyes closed, I knew he was look down at me. “On second thought, I don’t want her pissy ass messing up the sheets. Take her out back.”
Out back!
Gradually, I opened my eyes and was met with a clouded image of a large man. Without considering the consequences, I hoarsely spat, “Fuck you.”
“There she is,” the man cheered, sarcastically. “I knew that would wake yo’ ass up. I could tell by the way you were breathing and flinching, you weren’t knocked out. Get out the trunk.”
With no assistance, I struggled to do as he said. Using my time wisely, I glanced around at my surroundings. I knew I was still in Silk Hills because of the sweet smell of strawberry fields that lingered in the air. Based on the lack of homes close by and the dirt roads in place of sidewalks, it was easy to tell we were on the north side.
Once I abandoned the view of the scenery, I turned to the man who was passing out orders. It was hazy, but I could see the leader’s all-black attire, honey shaded complexion and frame bordered on beast mode as if I was looking through a microscope. The first thing that came to mind was he looked like Tyler Lepley. There were earrings in both of his ears and just like those, the shine on his wrist went against the midnight. The man stood with his hands cuffed in front of his body like he was guarding good dick and knew it.
Trying to find relief while being outside barefoot, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The rocks and jagged pavement under my feet irritated my skin and still, I upheld a straight face.
“Don’t hold in whatever you’re feeling,” he commented. “Scream. Cry. Whatever. Let that shit out, you won’t disturb a soul. Nobody can hear you.”
“Nobody needs to. I don’t know what any of this is about. Joel isn’t my boyfriend.”
He stepped in my face so fast, I nearly fell back into the trunk. “But you know that nigga. Well. He got your address listed on tax paper, DMV records. He has to be somebody to you.”
“H—h—he. W—w—ee. He’s not my man.” It was hard to find my words. The combination of the cold air, my hardly clothed body, and the six feet four presence towering over me made it hard to do anything except stand there shivering.
With a grin as smooth as the facial hair covering the lower half of his face, the slow-eyed leader grinned. Up close, I noticed a long scar on the left side of his face and on any other day, I’d be interested in knowing how he got it.
“Maybe you’ll be able to think more clearly after you spend a couple of days here.”
“What?” I shrieked, almost breathless at the thought. Too focused on the man in front of me, I didn’t pay attention to the one who crept up behind until I was holstered over his shoulder.
The man I assumed was the boss led us into a house I barely paid attention to and Blitz followed behind him with me beating a hole into his back.
“Put me down! You bastards can’t do this. I won’t fuck you clowns. You’ll have to kill me first—”
“And that’s not a fucking problem,” head nigga in charge barked. “Blitz, drop her ass.”
With no cushion to catch me, I hit the marble floor as I’d done the trunk.
Lowering himself so we were eye-level, the nameless man grimaced as he stared me down. “Nobody in this fucking house wants to fuck your pissy ass. Don’t take my kindness to mean I won’t cut out your fucking tongue.”
“Kindness?” I spat. “You’re trying to manipulate me by playing the nice guy.”
In a blink, his long fingers gripped the sides of my face. “I don’t have to manipulate shit. I could be cool as a cucumber and take your life because you put yourself in this fucking position. You finesse to get what you want. That’s not my style.”
When he released my cheeks but stayed in my face, I turned up my nose and refrain from caressing the tender area.
“You can’t keep me here.”
“Who is going to stop me, Finley?”