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Umiko Milaya
-Boston , Massachusetts
The interior of my Ram 2500 usually felt like a fortress, but with Isayah in the passenger seat, it felt like a pressure cooker. He was too big, too loud, and far too comfortable in my space. He’d already adjusted the seat back and had his hand resting near the gear shift, his gold rings catching the afternoon sun.
"You're starin', mama," he murmured, not even looking at me. "Focus on the road. I’d hate for you to scuff a rim on my account."
"I am focusing. I’m just wondering how long it’ll take for your 'business' or whatever bullshit you done put me in to show up and ruin my interior," I countered, pulling out of the complex. The Hemi growled, a deep, satisfying rumble that usually settled my nerves.
"Don't worry about your truck mama. If anything happens to it, I’ll buy you a fleet of 'em," he said easily, as if he were talking about buying a bag of chips. "Now, take a right. There's a spot in the Seaport that has the best lobster rolls in the city. Since you're such a feisty ass girl, I figured I’d feed your ego."
11:15 pm
We didn't even make it to the restaurant.
We were sitting at a long red light near the water when the vibe shifted. I saw it in Isayah first. His playful smirk didn't just fade; it vanished. His posture went from relaxed to lethal in half a second.
"mama?," he said, his voice dropping into that low, flat tone that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Don't look in the mirror. Just listen to me."
"Isayah—"
"I said don't look lil bit," he repeated, his hand moving toward the waistband of his sweats. "When this light turns green, I need you to forget you’re a nurse. I need you to drive this tank like you stole it. You understand me?"
I glanced at the side mirror anyway. The silver sedan was back. It wasn't just trailing us anymore; it was positioned to box us in. Behind it, a dark SUV was moving up fast.
"They’re gonna hit us, aren't they?" My voice was trembling, but my hands were steady on the wheel.
"Not if you're as fast as that mouth of yours," Isayah said, his eyes fixed on the silver car. "Green light mama, Go!"
11:25 pm
I slammed my foot onto the gas. The 2500 roared, the torque kicking us back into our seats as the heavy tires gripped the pavement. I swung the wheel hard to the left, cutting across three lanes of traffic. Horns blared, but I didn't care.
"Make a left through the construction zone ma." Isayah barked.
I didn't argue. I sent the truck flying over a curb, the heavy-duty suspension soaking up the impact as we barreled through a row of orange cones. The silver sedan tried to follow, but it lacked the clearance. I heard the sickening screech of metal as their bumper caught on a concrete barrier.
"that’s my woman.," Isayah hissed, a wild, dangerous glint in his eyes.
"I am going to lose my license!" I screamed, weaving between a cement mixer and a stack of rebar.
"I’ll buy you a new one lil bit ,Keep going."
We hit the open road near the industrial docks, the truck hitting eighty before I could blink. I checked the mirror. The silver car was gone, but the SUV was gaining. They weren't just following; they were aiming for my rear quarter panel.
"They're gonna PIT me!" I yelled, realizing their strategy.
Isayah reached over, his hand covering mine on the steering wheel, his touch surprisingly steadying. "No, they aren't. Brace yourself, mama. When I say so, hit the brakes and cut it hard right. We're gonna let 'em fly past us."
"Isayah, that's—"
"Trust me, Lil Bit! Do it... NOW!"
I slammed the brakes. The ABS kicked in, the truck shuddering as the massive weight shifted. The SUV, expecting me to keep accelerating, went flying past our nose, tires smoking as the driver tried to compensate. They skidded sideways, narrowly missing a shipping container.
I didn't wait. I floored it again, pulling a U-turn that left enough rubber on the road to coat a stadium.
12:35am
Ten minutes later, we were tucked away in a narrow alley behind a warehouse Isayah seemed to know well. The engine was ticking as it cooled, the only sound in the sudden silence.
I was shaking. Full-body, teeth-chattering shaking. I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles were white, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Isayah didn't say anything for a long time. He just watched me. Then, slowly, he reached out and pried my fingers off the wheel, one by one. He took my hand in his, his thumb stroking my palm.
"You okay mama?" he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.
"No," I whispered, finally looking at him. "I’m a nurse, Isayah. I’m supposed to be at the hospital charting vitals. I’m not supposed to be... doing that."
"But you did it," he countered, his eyes searching mine. "And you were perfect. You got more heart than half the men I know, ma."
He leaned in, the scent of gunpowder and cologne filling the cab. "Jey was wrong. You aren't just in the storm. You are the storm."
I should have pushed him away. I should have told him to get out of my truck and stay out of my life. But as his hand moved to the back of my neck—exactly like it had in Room 305—I didn't pull back.
"You're a problem," I breathed, the words barely audible.
"And you're the solution," he murmured, right before his lips finally met mine.
Uhmiko has posted a story !
| ZillaFatu has replied to your story : you in my shirt ma?
| Uhmiko : yes Sayah I am is there’s problem?
| ZillaFatu: no baby, you look good . and Sayah? that’s a new one seems like you warming up to me .
| Biancabelair has replied to your story : bitch is that Isayah’s shirt ?!
| jonathanfatu has replied to your stor : 👀👀👀
| solosikoa has replied to your story : 🤨
| amerciannightmarecody has replied to your story : oh this is tea I have got to tell Jade !
| uhmiko: Cody ! omgoshhhhh I’m not gonna hear the last of this
chapter 10
