Power by Joy Deja King Page B

waffles and bacon when Deion and 2Glocks drove up in a yellow Lamborghini.  Deion turned the ignition off but left the radio playing to keep 2Glocks occupied. Passion began grinning hard when Deion came in and sat across from her.
    “Why the big smile?”
    “Because every time I see you I feel like it’s Christmas.”
    “So now I’m Santa Clause.”
    “No, you’re more like my daddy who gets me everything I want for Christmas. Is that cool with you?”
    “If I’m your daddy, you know what that means?”
    “I’m afraid to hear what you gotta say.” Passion gazed at Deion affectionately, with the kind of eyes that girls had when they liked a guy. He bit down slowly on his bottom lip and at that moment, Passion wished she could kiss him. Not only was he looking fine as fuck, he was wearing cologne she recognized—Aventis by Creed. She didn’t remember him having that on the first time they’d met.
    “Me being your daddy won’t be that bad.”
    “Tell me more.”
    “I might have to spank you if you get out of line.”
    “Oooh. That sounds fun.”
    “We’ll make it fun.”
    “When are we going to New York?”
    “In a few days. I got some business I need to handle and then we out.”
    “What kind of business?” she pried.
    “We gettin’ kinda nosey, ain’t we?”
    Passion threw her hands up playfully and said, “Hey, I’m just asking you a question.” Deion gave her five one hundred-dollar bills, as if telling her to shut up, don’t ask him shit and just take the money. “Thank you, Daddy”
    “This ain’t for you, this is for my son,” he teased.
    “Well Demonte says thank you.”
    “Oh, that’s his name?”
    “That’s a damn shame, you don’t even know your son’s name,” Passion joked.
    “I need to meet him.”
    “So you plan on sticking around.”
    “I hope so.”
    “I hope so too.”
    “Really?”
    “Yep. Quiet as kept, I’m so tired of the games these Atlanta Niggas be playing.” This conversation was getting a little too serious for Deion so he decided to change the direction it was going.
    “Hey, do you know a girl in the club named Paris?”
    “Yeah, the girl that introduced me to you.”
    “That’s her. I forgot about that.”
    “We’re not besties or nothing like that but I know her. Why?”
    “Give this to her,” he said, handing her a wad of cash.
    Passion counted the money. “Why are you giving this ho money?”
    “She danced for me.”
    “So you getting dances on credit?”
    “No. I accidently gave her the same counterfeit money I gave you.” Passion folded the money and stuffed it in her bra. Deion stood from the booth, leaned over, and kissed Passion on the cheek. “Thanks, babe.”
    “So when you gonna give me my spanking?”
    “Real soon. You can believe that. I’m gonna give you a spanking you’ll never forget.”  Deion exited the Waffle House, got into the Lamborghini and pulled away.
    “Man, this Mexican has been texting the shit out of me,” 2Glocks informed Deion as soon as he got back in the car.
    “You told him we’re on our way, right?”
    “Of course I did, but the motherfucker is getting impatient”
    “Fuck him! We got what he wants. He wants this money.”
    “He wants us to meet him at the warehouse.”
    “Warehouse? What you talkin’ ‘bout?”
    “It’s the warehouse off Old National. It’s in the back of some office building, away from the road. Kinda in the cut.”
    “So you been there before?”
    “To a couple, but I’m telling you dude, these guys have warehouses of this shit. They in this deep.”
    “Guide me to the spot.”
    “Hold up, he just hit me again,” 2Glocks said.
    “What did he say?”
    “Come to the back of the warehouse and park between the blue pickup truck and the van.”
    “Cool.”
    Deion stopped to gas up the Lamborghini, so it took them twenty minutes and not the ten minutes that 2Glocks had promised. They drove to the back of the warehouse and maneuvered between the blue pickup and