Eating Off the Floor by Kesia Alexandra

Author:Kesia Alexandra [Alexandra, Kesia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Genre Fiction
Amazon: B016V5VSJO
Published: 2015-10-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Marsha snatched her duffle bag from Lloyd Tunes. She swung it over her shoulder, unsure whether to hit him with it or march over to Smith.

“The fuck is going on?” she demanded.

Lloyd let out a relieved sigh. “So I got the right girl. Cool. That’s wassup.”

“The right girl?” Marsha looked back and forth between the pair. “What the—”

“You can leave now, Tunes.” Smith stood and started walking over. “Thanks for your help.”

“So you gonna send me those beats, man?” Lloyd asked.

Smith nodded, holding up a hand. “Of course.”

Like a panicking hamster, Marsha held her duffle bag to her chest and looked around, trying to find a way out of the situation. Lloyd opened the room door and slipped out. Marsha tried to follow behind him and make a run for it, but Smith reached over her and pushed the door closed hard.

Marsha turned and stared up at him wide-eyed. He kept his arm looming above her. “What was it Crush said?” Smith rubbed his chin with his free hand. “Ain’t nobody sad about a dead stripper?”

Marsha swallowed. “Please, listen—look, it wasn’t personal. This doesn’t need to get ugly. I have a son!”

Smith stared at her for a moment. Their eyes met and they held each other’s gaze. Marsha saw his dark brown eyes were just as exhausted-looking as before. She was reminded of that moment in the car with him and Crush, when their eyes had met in the rearview. How she had wanted to keep him out of it. He didn’t understand, Marsha thought, what she would have done for a normal life, married to her husband. None of these men understood. All they cared about was themselves. But the moment you acted like them, you were the evil one. You were the bitch.

Smith lowered his arms, took a step back and held a hand out.

“You can go if you want.”

Marsha looked at him and then at the door. She looked at him again.

“What, is Lloyd Tunes gonna tackle me on the other side or something?”

Smith waved her off. “Tunes wanted some new beats. He earned them. He probably went back to Hustler’s.”

Marsha ran her tongue over her teeth before planting her hands on her hips.

“By the way,” Smith added, “If you were gonna do to Tunes what you did to me and Crush, you would have been sorely disappointed. That kid barely has two dimes to rub together. Don’t let a radio single fool you.”

Marsha squinted at Smith. “Are you gonna tell me what this is all about?”

Smith shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I guess I just wanted to ask you what was up with you robbing us. But who cares? What does it matter anyway?”

Marsha ran a hand over her long hair. “This is all more complicated than you think, Smith.” She rubbed her temples. “And no matter what you wanted to know, you had no right to kidnap me.”

“And you had the right to rob us and blackmail us?” Smith rolled his eyes.

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