😯🤰🏽Chapter 32 😯🤰🏽

                        Quba's pov

  For the tenth time, I read Malibou's message marked URGENT. •Please come by the grocery store. It's a days drive if you're still where you took the picture you post. I leave an important message there for you, and you can take as many groceries as you like on the unlimited card I've provided. Just ask for Javen when you reach the cashier and tell him, Malia sent you for the card.•

  Ever since she had asked me if I was the one who wrote the article, I've been angry. Why would I write such things, and how would I know those places mentioned? I sighed and took another piece of oxtail out of the pot. I'm going to be fat if I didn't curb my eating, but I just couldn't help it, so piece by piece I ate the oxtail with shredded lettuce, salad, and mayonnaise. Then I ate a quarter of a large melon and had to sit down for a while because I felt tired. As evening drew near, I washed everything up, showered and dressed in a pullover top, and tights that hid my baby bump without effort.

  I was glad to see another camper van turning onto the road through the forest. It parked a little way off the road, and I continued along until my vehicle was out of sight, I turned into the trees and drove cautiously to where I had been camping before I fled from here. It was a bit overgrown with grass and shrubs, fallen leaves were scattered everywhere. I parked and looked about before I began sweeping everything within the circle that I had once called my space. It took me close to an hour to park and set up like I once did, only this time I had more plants that needed to be put outside so they could breathe.

  It was almost six when I placed the last night vision human and animal detector at a tree and pressed it down into the ground, hidden away by the shrubbery and grass. I felt like I've arrived back home. A sense of peace filled me. I let down the quad bike and unhinged it. I got my shopping bags, locked up the earthroamer, and then rode to the store about three or so miles away. I saw Javen on the man's badge who packed customer's groceries standing by the same cash register I had cashed at. I went to the poultry section and got four bags of two pound parcels of oxtail, minced beef, chicken parts, and mutton. Potatoes, pears, grace white rice, tomato paste, mozzarella shredded cheese, shredded cheddar cheese, butter, bread, and lime juice. Lastly, I packed as many fruits as the remaining space inside the shopping cart could hold.

"Hey Javen." I called, and the man looked at me in a scrutinizing way.

"Hi." He says.

"Malia sent me for the card." I told him, and he looked at me for a few seconds as if he was startled.

He nodded and then said. "Okay."

  I waited in line to cash, and a man came and took over for the cashier who got up and went away across the store. She came back and handed over an envelope to Javen, who was packing my groceries inside my shopping bags, and handed a card over to the man who kept looking at me under his lashes. He swiped the card when he was finished and gave it to me with the receipt. "Thank you." I say, looking back at him as much as he was peering at my face under my hat.

"You're welcome." He says and gets up, giving back the cashier her seat.

  Javen carried my bags out to where I had parked the quad bike and gave me the envelope discreetly whilst telling me. "Here, Malia says you should contact her asap. Stay safe."

"I will, thanks." I tell him and ride off.

  I rode through the housing scheme nearby to shake anyone who may be on my tail and saw that a beautiful black and red classic Lamborghini was following me. I rode through a playground and lost him across the park, then rode through the trees as far as I could before venturing back out on the road. I looked up and down before turning unto the forest road and rode home to my small circular space. I unpacked all the groceries before sitting down and opening the envelope. Four pictures with my mother, neices, and Candice were inside, and I admired them for a while before reading the short written note inside it.

  If you still have the gun you used to shoot Isaac and his friend, please give it to me. I'm sure you must see the articles and know that we're in big trouble. You have my number and my brother's number. Keep safe.

  Safely locked inside the earthroamer, I took out the gun and wiped it clean of my fingerprints. I took several pictures of it before placing it inside a ziploc bag. It will be a relief to part with it, but it was the right thing to do. I got out the documents of the purchase, placed it in the ziploc bag, and zipped it shut. I put it inside my knapsack bag and switched on the other iPhone. Malia's voice was crisp over the phone. "Hello, Quba."

"How did you know it was me calling?" I asked her.

"My phone has a caller identification on it, and I see Keeble Dacosta came up?" She answered.

  I was so surprised, I was rendered dumbfounded for a few seconds. That must be some caller identification. "Where can I meet you?" I asked.

"I'm so glad you called me that I forgot the purpose of the call. Anyway, tell me where you are and then I'll know where to tell you to meet me." She says.

"Doesn't your caller identification also tracked me?" I asked, and she chuckles, then tell me.

"It would have if I were at home, but I'm currently near the borders of Montana, and I can not move from where I am."

  Idly I tell her. "If you tell me what you're doing there and it peaks my interest, I might make the journey to you."

"Really? Well, I'm actually lying in wait because your lover boy Dré and his Mafia, may drive this way to come and blow up our business places, and we can't let that happen." She tells me.

"It's a long night, I might just decide to." I tell her and end the call.

They were a great distance away, and I made a turkey ham sandwich and drank some juice before taking a warm shower and putting on only a dress so I could easily get off the bike and pee. Wanting to pee so often is becoming annoying, and to think I'm not very far along yet, I was already dreading the months leading up to delivery. It was a bit cold, so I pulled on a tights and a jacket, locked up the earthroamer securely, then climbed onto the bike and rode off into the darkness. The bright lights on the quadbike seemed to strangle the darkness as it lighted my way to the main road, and then it was a nervous ride onwards.

I called Malia when I neared the location where she said she's at and followed her direction to where a tent was set up five feet off the ground. The dim fairy lighting was just enough to make out the ladder and around it. I climbed the ladder carefully and found myself in what could be referred to as a tiny cooking area and stepped gingerly up on solid flooring. Nice setup, I think to myself and went inside the room compartment she told me to wait in for her. Two blown up mattresses and two folding chairs were inside with several bags heaped upon each other in a corner.

  I sat down on one of the chairs, hearing quiet footfalls coming up the ladder. A man walks in and stops abruptly, and it took me a few seconds to recognize that it was Mavuto. He squinted up his eyes, looking at me, then said something in what sounded like italian before sitting down on the other chair staring at me. He looked different, though extremely handsome with his heavily bearded face and short hair that sat like a crown upon his head. His gaze was a mixture of anger and imminent danger. As if he wanted to press me to death.

  Reigning in my thoughts, I say. "Hi."

  It came out smoothly, and I swallowed nervously. "Fuck off." He says and I felt like I was doused with a bucket of shit.

  My eyes brimmed with tears and I fought to hold them in as I turned my face upwards and took a deep breath. "If I remember correctly, I fucked full on, you're the one who fucked off." I tell him looking at him dangerously.

  He was off the chair and standing over me before I could blink. "I fuck hard, how about you open your thighs and take it." He says in his smooth husky voice.

  I brought this upon myself, I say in my mind, then tell him. "When you get the chance, make sure you do."

I stood and tried to go, but he blocked my path, telling me. "You really think I'm going to let you just walk outta here after all the trouble you gave me?" He asks in a deep, dangerous voice.

  Trying hard to hide how much I was affected by him, I asked as calmly as I could. "I'm leaving out of this toxic atmosphere through a fuck or a fight which one do you prefer?"

  He was breathing hard as he stared into my eyes. "A fuck, though you won't be leaving either way." He says into my face.

"Let's see about that." I say and began taking off my clothes.

His face when he saw my baby bump was priceless, and I saw his Adam's apple constricted several times while he kept staring at me.

To be continued...