‘Oh yeah?’ the girl said. ‘Well, Pretty Boy, that don’t matter ’cause I just picked this one.’
Divinity decided she was the spokesperson for the gang. For one thing, she wasn’t as drunk as the others. For another, the car man was as fine-looking as hell and she might just enjoy herself a little.
‘Listen, baby.’ Divinity stepped closer to him. ‘Why don’t you take little Divinity here on a little ride in that bad car of yours?”
She stepped closer. Pretty Boy moved back. The other three closed in. Pretty Boy was standing by the driver’s door, street punks all around him.
‘What’s the matter, sugar?’ Divinity brushed her fingers over Pretty Boy’s chest. ‘Euuuuu. What a man! Ummm-ummm.’
She pressed both of her hands against his muscular chest and liked what she was feeling.
‘Don’t touch me,’ Pretty Boy said.
Beeper got in Pretty Boy’s face.
‘What’d you say to her, motherfucker?’
‘I told her not to touch me. And get out of my face, asshole,’ Pretty Boy said without raising his voice.
‘Get outta my way,’ Divinity told Beeper. ‘He’s mine.’
Beeper stepped aside. Divinity wanted to touch Pretty Boy again. She was getting interested in him touching her back. She leaned her breast against Brazil’s arm.
‘How’s that feel, baby?’ she cooed. ‘It sure do feel good to me.’
‘What the fuck you doing?’ Dog exclaimed, grabbing her elbow and pulling her away.
‘Man!’ Sick started walking in cocky circles. ‘Smoke see you, he kill all our asses!’ he almost screamed.
Only Beeper kept his thoughts to himself. He seemed tired of Divinity showing off her parts as if she was some kind of V10 Viper that everybody wanted to drive.
‘Let go of the white-meat boy,’ Beeper suggested to her.
‘Let’s just take his car and get the fuck outta here,’ Dog said nervously, looking around and wetting his lips.
‘I’m not giving you the car,’ Pretty Boy told them. ‘It’s not paid for.’
Divinity laughed and got close to him again.
‘It’s not paid for!’ she hollered. ‘It’s not paid for! Oh baby, well it’s good to know that ’cause we sure wouldn’t want to steal no car that wasn’t paid for!’
Sick, Dog and Beeper got into it. They started laughing and sneering, strutting around like badass chickens in a barnyard, pants hanging lower, boxer shorts riding higher.
Divinity put her hands on Brazil again, and she smelled like incense and her breath was bad. Her fingers trailed over his chest, and when she pressed up against him, grinding her pelvis into his, he shoved her away.
‘You don’t touch me unless I give permission,’ Brazil told her in a tone that was four-star general.
‘Motherfucker,’ she hissed. ‘Nobody pushes away Divinity.’
She reached under her short skirt and slipped out a thin switchblade. It zipped open, the long steel blade glinting in the uneven light of the street.
‘Man, it’s time to go,’ the little mean kid with the buzz cut said.
‘Put the fucking knife away,’ the dumb one told Divinity.
‘Get outta my face!’ Divinity spat. ‘You fuckheads leave, now. I got business to do and a nice new car to ride.’
‘We leave you, Smoke will kill us,’ the dumb one matter-of-factly stated.
‘You don’t and I’ll kill you,’ Divinity promised.
The three guys ran off. They disappeared around the corner toward Robinson Street. Divinity pointed the knife at Brazil’s throat, moving in.
‘I thought you wanted to be alone with me,’ Brazil said as if nothing had ever scared him or ever could. ‘What kind of way is that to start?’
‘Don’t fuck with me,’ Divinity said in a soft, menacing voice.
‘I thought that’s what you wanted me to do. Fuck with you.’
‘When I’m finished with you, baby, you won’t be fucking nothing no more.’
Brazil pointed the remote key at the BMW’s door and the lock clicked free.
‘You ever been in one of these?’ he asked her as the knife caught light.
He knew he could grab her faster than she could stab, but he would get cut, probably badly. He had something else in mind. He opened the car door.
‘What do you think?’ he said.