My Thug Got A Rider by Onyxx Black Read Free Book Online Page A

don’t mean to be nosy, but I can’t imagine how you’ll be able to stay up on these payments. You have no credit and your cash is insinuating that you don’t have a bank account. I’m beginning to wonder where all of this money came from.” This redneck hillbilly ass mothafucka’ in this tight ass suit, looking like the Penguin, was ten seconds away from the cursing out of a lifetime. How in the hell, he could be the owner of such a nice place was beyond me.
    “So, what you mean to say is, you won’t sell me this car because I’m black and my money is no good here?” He fixed his tie and put the papers in a folder.
    “What I’m saying is, you’re black and all you have is cash. This is a 2015 Camaro and frankly, I think it's a little out of your league. I’d like to think that either your boyfriend sent his dirty money in here to pay for it or you sold all you had to buy this car. Then when the time comes to pay your car note, you won’t be able to deliver. Do me and yourself a favor and go buy a used car down the street. I’m sure Billy would love a handful of cash.” I got up and left his fat racist ass standing there. I swore to myself that I’d get that damn car. Come hell or high water, that car was as good as mine.
    “He said he won’t sell it to me.” Shauna sat there looking like I did.
    “Why?” She sat in the chair closest to the heater.
    “Some dumb shit about me not having my bank account long enough.” I was just ready to get the fuck out of there.
    “Let’s go try the place down the street then. My mama went to some dude named Billy, and she got a discount because he said she was cute.”
    I thought about it and shook my head, “Naw, bitch you know yo’ mama car barely run. Stop playing, plus I want a new car, not a rinky-dink ass putter.” I didn’t mean to clown her mama car but shit, it was the truth. I remember last year, she came to pick us up from a basketball game and the car stalled in the middle of Michigan Street, a one-way street right in front of the school. I was so fucking embarrassed.
    “Well, it beats the hell out of riding the IndyGo. It isn’t like you got a plethora of options.” I knew she wasn’t lying there. I was too fucking bad to be caught on the IndyGo every day. All those funky people and loud ass, arrogant-for-no-reason bitches on there really worked every nerve in my body and all of them made me itch. I was nothing riding the bus. Shauna had a point and at the moment I had no other option. We walked out of the dealership and into the chilly, fall air. My black and pink ACG boots crunched on the leaves. Fall made me feel so comfortable and calm.
    “Plethora?” I looked at Shauna and cracked up laughing. Her ghetto ass was using words other than slang and it caught me off guard.
    “Shut up. I need to study for my ACT. You got me?” I already knew she wanted me to help her study before she even asked.
    “I got you.” She said a silent thank you to the sky.
    The garage looked small and abandoned with old station wagons and PT Cruisers parked up and down the lot. I frowned my face up.
    “Well, hello there, pretty ladies. Is there something I can help y’all with?” A tall, handsome white boy, dressed up like a cowboy in boot cut jeans, a red flannel shirt and some brown boots, walked out of the garage. The sign above the door read, Billy’s Automotives: Used Cars
    “Yes, I’m looking for Billy. I need a car. Something nice that rides smooth with not much mileage.”
    The guy smiled, wiping his hands on a rag and pointed to his name tag. “I’m Billy. Looking for something in particular?” I knew exactly what I was looking for. “Something that is small, black and in good shape.” Billy ran his fingers through his short reddish-brown hair like he was thinking hard.
    “Ah, y’all follow me.” We walked around to the back and I looked for about ten minutes until I found the car I wanted. I fell in love the second I saw it. A black