Nookie's Secret (Nookie 2) (Nookie Series) Read Free

me.” Joy pointed toward the door that Dre just walked in.
    The clerk becoming nervous, pushed Joy more under the counter and stood in front of her trying to hide her. Joy held her breath and tried to calm down. She was so scared that Dre would see her that she began to shake.
    “Did you see a girl like 5-5, brown skin?”
    “No, it’s been pretty dead in here.” the clerk said, cutting Dre off.
    Dre walked out the store mumbling, “racist muthafucka.” thinking the clerk was being short with him because he was a racist white man. Joy peeked out from the counter. Both her and clerk watched Dre get in the car, he sat there for two minutes before he started the car. Then something must have dawned on him. He jumped out the car and ran to the trunk. He tried to pull it open. He ran back, popped it open. “Fuck.” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Joy you dirty bitch.” He pulled the gun from his waist. He heard some cars pull up and car doors slam. Before he could turn around he heard, “Freeze. Drop the gun.”
     
     
     

Chapter Four
    Dre’s heart sank. He didn’t know why the police showed up but he guessed it was Joy’s doing. He knew that he had no way out of this because the gun he brought off his cousin might have bodies on it. He was glad he dumped the other guns he used after robbing Shawn. All these thoughts ran through his head in the three seconds between the cops pulling up and them repeating for him to “drop the gun.”
    The cops took Dre’s no response as a threat, and opened fire.
    Joy watched from behind the counter, as Dre’s body jerked and fell against the hood of the car. The clerk was so engrossed in what was happening, he didn’t notice the young woman he went out of his way to help, slip from behind the counter and into the back of the store. She looked over her shoulder to see if the clerk noticed. He hadn’t. Finding the back room, she entered and noticed an exit sign over a door. Joy went to the exit, peeked out and after seeing no one stepped outside.
    Once outside, she took a deep breath. She heard the police walkie-talkies and her heart pounded. Lifting the chair out, she looked down at the bag with the money. She reached down to pick it up, when she heard, “What are you doing back here?”
    Joy turned around to face the voice. A tall and skinny, young white dude wearing a smock stared at her.
    “Shit, why you sneaking up on people?” she replied, reaching down grabbing the bag and her sneakers. She reached in and took a few bills from out of one of the rolls of money and handed them to the dude. She put her finger to his lips, as if to say shush, leaving him there with his mouth open. He looked down at the few hundreds in his hand, placed them in his pocket and walked off.
    Joy continued down the road, hoping the police weren’t looking for her yet. She knew that they would want to know what happened. The thought of having to talk to the police again made her walk faster. No cars passed and that made Joy wonder what the time was. Since she knew she was close to Philly, she needed to find a bus stop. With no clue to as where to go, she walked.
    Flipping open her phone she saw that it was almost midnight. Joy began to think that she should have come up with another plan of getting rid of Dre. A plan that didn’t include her hungry, tired and in the middle of nowhere. She wasn’t surprised that she didn’t feel the least bit sorry that the police killed him.
    Joy opened the bag and took out a couple of rolls of money and put them in her pocket book. She looked around before placing the bag on her back. Finally, she thought when a car coming her way, she could find a way out. The car slowed down as if to help her but passed right by her. When cars began to pass frequently Joy felt like she maybe close to a highway or maybe a bus stop.
    One of the drivers beeped the horn and Joy looked back to see that he had pulled over. She kept walking, not wanting to get in a strange