Snatched Up By A Bad Boy 2

by Prenisha Aja

  “Before we leave, tell me what happened?” I asked, and the both of them looked at each other and then down at the floor.

  “I can’t help y’all unless you talk to me.”

  “We just don’t feel safe here anymore,” Channel spoke up, of course.

  “Bullshit,” my mother shouted.

  “Ok, girls. Go get in the car.” I passed Channel my keys and they left out the house.

  Once they were finally out of the house, I turned to my mother who had the stupidest look on her face. That was her biggest problem, wanting to be loved so bad that she allowed the wrong person to love her.

  “I’m assuming he’s not here but I’m going to tell you now. If I get to my house and them girls tell me any fucking thing I don’t like, I will be right back here to stick my foot so far up his ass then wait patiently for the cops to be on their way,” I angrily told her.

  “Whatever Merci,” was all she could say.

  All I could do was shake my head. She had just added to the long list of reasons why I was disappointed in her.

  Leaving out of her house, I slammed the door in the process as I made it to my car. I got inside and backed out, still fuming. I couldn’t find the right words to say to the girls yet.

  When we finally made it to my place, I unlocked the door and let them in.

  “Wow,” they both said at the same time.

  I understood their excitement because compared to where my mother stayed, this was a total upgrade.

  “Ok, so let’s talk because I want to know what the issue is and also talk to y’all about some things,” I told them, as I made my way through my luxury apartment.

  We all sat in the living room looking at each other before I cleared my throat and finally said something.

  “So, who is going to talk to me about why y’all all of sudden wanted to leave?” I asked.

  For a few seconds, they both were quiet and of course, Channel was the first one to speak up. She was always the more talkative out of the two.

  “We just don’t trust James. It’s the little things that he has been doing that scares us. We felt like it was only going to be a matter of time before he tried to sneak in our room or something,” she stated.

  I totally understood where they were coming from because he was one of the main reasons why I moved out.

  “Breshia, and why aren’t you talking to me?” I questioned her.

  “Because Merci, you left me. You left me to stay in that fucked up household. That’s why,” she finally expressed as her face softened and she no longer looked at me as if she hated me.

  “I understand that, but you have to understand when I left. You two were still kids, but I’m here now and I’ll do my best to be there for you but understand, y’all are going to have to get out there in the real world and work hard. Don’t be like the people we’ve watched growing up. Be better,” I let them know, and they nodded, agreeing.

  “Well, let’s get some sleep. I’m going to let y’all go to work with me tomorrow. I might have some jobs for y’all so that you two can make some money and get out there on your own.”

  Once we all were finally laid down and I was getting ready to close my eyes, my phone went off again and it was Greyson telling me he was outside of my door.

  Huffing, I got up out of the bed because I did miss him, and let him in.

  “Shh, my twin cousins are here and before you ask, it’s a long story,” I told him before he could even ask.

  “I wasn’t even going to ask. I’m more worried about this.” He grabbed a hold of my ass causing me to cover my mouth, so I wouldn’t laugh too loudly and wake them up.

  Once we got to my room, there was no talking. I was already half ass naked so all he had to do was slip my shirt over my head. He, on the other hand, stood in front of me and I watched him get undressed, lusting over how fine he was. His hair was no longer in braids. It was now loose and wild.

  When he made it towards me, he pushed me back and I ran my hands through his hair as he kissed me all over my body.

  Closing my eyes, I prepared myself for the exotic wave that he was going to take me on.

  The girls had met Greyson and of course, they were all googly eyes and giggly being in his presence. It was actually funny and I knew they didn’t mean any harm by it. They had probably never been around a man that damn fine before but tonight, when we went to club, there were going to be so many fine niggas in there, their heads were going to spin off, but I had already laid the law down to them.

  They were not dating, giving their numbers out or none of that until they had their shit together. They had a long way to go before they could even be trying to talk to somebody.

  “Y’all look so freaking bomb,” I told them as they both wore the biggest smiles on their faces.

  After Greyson left, I had taken them by the club to make sure that my team had set up everything right. The client was this new female rapper by the name of Megan Thee Stallion. She was the next best thing and I had to make sure that everything was just right.

  Once I finished with that, I took the girls to find something to wear and also to get their hair done. I knew living with my mother, they never experienced anything like this before.

  My mother never really bought them anything unless they could no longer fit into the clothes they had, and they worked on each other’s hair and nails.

  “Thank you so much Merci.” Channel ran her hands down the latex pink dress that she was wearing, matching her sister who had on a neon green one.

  “Y’all both are welcome. Now come on, because I have to be one of the first people there,” I told them, smearing the dark maroon lipstick across my lips.

  I had bought myself this black dress that flowed to the floor, but the slits on the side came up really high, exposing my thighs. The top part of the dress fit tightly like a corset, causing my breasts to overflow from the top.

  I was feeling fine as ever and I wished that I could show off my look with my man beside me but unfortunately, his ass was at the studio with Sawyer. For what, I don’t know, because his ass didn’t rap. He and Sawyer were just that damn close.

  Sighing, I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and directed the girls to follow me out of the door.

  The club was packed, Megan had just finished performing on stage and was now in her section enjoying herself. I had outdone myself with this one. There were currently gold flakes falling from the air, bottles of Ace coated in melted gold, and gold balloons were scheduled to be released soon. I swear I loved my job and I would soon only be doing events at a club that I owned.

  “Are you girls enjoying yourselves?” I walked over to my cousins who were currently sitting at a table.

  Even though they didn’t know it, I had been keeping an eye on them the whole night and I was proud of them. Even with the amount of men that came into their faces, they didn’t entertain it. Instead, they turned their noses up and ignored them.

  “We are having a good time,” they both said in unison.

  “It’s better than being stuck at your mother’s,” Channel stated as a familiar female’s face began to walk past me.

  “Oh hey, you’re that girl.” I knew she was trying to be funny because she knew exactly who I was, well at least I hoped she did.

  “Uhmm yeah, Merci. Can I help you with something?” I asked her, not hiding my annoyance with her presence.

  “Oh no, I was just coming to speak.” She gave me a tight smile as her friend stood behind her with a smirk on her face.

  “Oh, well hi and bye,” I told her and turned around to finish talking to my cousins.

  “Bitch, she must know you and Greyson back talking,” her friend thought she was whispering, or did she? However, I could feel my skin getting hotter and hotter.

  But see, I had my fair share of fighting bitches behind a nigga that was supposed to be mine and plus, I wouldn’t dare act an ass at one of my events that I put together. My money was way more important than wh
at a bitch had to say.

  Oh, but trust when I left here, Greyson’s ass had some fucking explaining to do.

  Greyson

  Looking down at my phone, it had gone off again with a text from Zella, my ex. She had been saying all the right things and I had been keeping it really blunt and dry with her.

  My ass knew that I couldn’t handle that two women shit, so after thinking long and hard on it, I decided that things between me and Zella had fallen apart for a reason. She didn’t respect what I was out here doing. Yeah, I rode with Sawyer to his shows and shit, but that nigga paid me for that!

  He always said he didn’t really trust no one else, which was why when you saw him, you saw us.

  Yeah, we would have security, but he was never alone.

  Zella: I saw your little girlfriend tonight. I hope you let her know about us getting back together.

  I scrunched my face up as I read over this delusional ass female’s text. She even had me scrolling up to see if I might have been drunk and told her ass some lies or something, but nowhere in that bitch did I say anything like that.

  “It’s a wrap,” Sawyer announced after putting his finishing touches on a hot ass song that he was going to throw out to a couple of radio stations and clubs.

  We already knew they were going to bang that shit. It was a mixture of what was hot today and also what made rap niggas so cold back in the day.

  That was one thing about Sawyer I respected. No matter what the trend was, he was never one of those goofy niggas to follow.

  All that niggas’ rocking dresses and purses and shit was never our style, and it was so weird seeing rap niggas out here doing it.

  “Man, I can’t wait till the city hear this one.” Luca puffed on his blunt.

  “Hell yeah,” I agreed as I went back to the message Zella had sent.

  I was right in the middle of texting her back and letting her know she was trippin’ when we were all startled by loud knocks on the door, making us think it was the police.

  Luca was in the middle of trying to hide his weed when I heard, “Greyson, unlock this fuckin’ door.”

  “What the fuck!” Sawyer’s face contoured into a frown as he went to the door and opened it.

  “Look Sawyer, I understand you my girl’s nigga and all, but I need you to get out of my way because I have an issue with your patna back there.” She maneuvered to the side and peeked in between Sawyer and the door.

  “Say, I understand that but you seem a little heated, and I can’t have you in here fuckin’ up my shit,” Sawyer explained to her as he turned around and looked at me.

  Even though he had a serious expression on his face, I knew when this nigga wanted to burst out laughing.

  “Aye nigga, take yo’ ass out there and handle that.” Luca nudged me, chuckling as he lit his blunt back up.

  “I’m so happy I don’t have them problems.” He puffed real hard and laid his head back on the sofa.

  I ran my hands down my face before I got up. I made my way over to a very heated Merci. Her foot tapped against the tile floor outside of the studio room.

  When I got to the door, Sawyer moved out the way and I stepped outside and closed the door behind me. “Can we walk down here and talk?” I asked her calmly.

  I kind of figured that Zella had something to do with why she was pissed.

  Without even answering me, Merci turned and stormed in the direction I asked her to walk in.

  While she walked, I watch her ass sway from side to side in the sexy ass black dress she had on.

  Her legs were shined up and she was glowing. If she wasn’t so mad, I would have tried to bend her over in one of these empty ass rooms, but I knew she wasn’t about to be about that action.

  When we made it far enough around the corner, she turned around and before I could even plead my case or for her to at least hear me out, she slapped the fuck out of me.

  My reaction was to hem her little ass up, but never would I ever hit a woman. I didn’t give a fuck what it came down to or what she had done. That shit would never be me, and I put that on my mother’s grave.

  “Chill Merci, you know I don’t put my hands on women,” I expressed, rubbing the side of my face as I stepped closer to her.

  She began to shove me hard in the chest and I could tell she wanted to cry, but Merci was the tough one. I couldn’t see her crying in front of anyone but more so alone, where no one could judge her or see her at a weakened state.

  That’s how I knew when I bust into that office that day, that ol’ dude was in violation which resulted in his ass being beat the fuck up.

  “I can’t believe you. So, this how we doing it. You playing me?” she yelled loudly.

  “What the fuck are you even talking about?” I, of course, played dumb.

  “You and your ex bitch, new bitch or whoever the fuck she is to you.”

  “Merci chill... I swear it’s not like that. You trippin,” I stated, but what did I do that for.

  Merci jerked back, her hands went in the air and I blocked her before she could hit me, gently pushing her up against the wall.

  “Don’t put your hands on me because I would never put mine on you,” I warned her again.

  We were now body to body. She was backed up against the wall and her chest was rising up and down rapidly as she looked at me in my eyes.

  Leaning down, I kissed her on her check as she moved her face, trying to dodge my kisses. Her sweet perfume caused my dick to get hard, not to mention her titties were sitting up just right.

  As she turned her head, she exposed her neck, so I latched on like a vampire and sucked her neck, causing her to let out a moan, but she quickly snapped out of it.

  “Move Grey...” She shoved my head away from her. “Answer me this...” She was still in front of me, leaned up against the wall.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you let her know that I was your girl?” she questioned.

  “What you mean?” I scrunched my face up because I indeed didn’t let Zella know that, which was most likely why she didn’t know her place.

  “You know what, don’t answer that...” She shoved me out the way.

  Instead of me chasing after her, I stood there feeling stupid as fuck.

  Finally, after being in a daze, I shook that shit off. I knew what I had to do, and I was doing that shit tonight. After sitting outside in my car for a while, I looked down at the time and it read 3:45 am, damn near four in the morning and here I was. But I had to do this, I just didn’t feel right going to bed until I cleared the air.

  Getting out my car, I made my way up to the door and knocked. Seconds later, I heard the unlocking of the doors and there she stood.

  “I see you still open the doors before seeing who it is,” I told Zella as she looked at me.

  “Why are you here so late? I mean, not that I’m complaining, but...”

  I raised my hand to shush her because I didn’t come here to hear her talk about us.

  I wanted to let her know what the fuck was up so she wouldn’t be starting no more shit between Merci if they saw each other again.

  “Listen, me and you not together. We’re never going to be. You lost that shot a long time ago so please stay in your fuckin’ place when you see my girl,” I let her know.

  Zella stood there for a few seconds, hopefully processing what I had just told her.

  She then began to walk towards me and when she got close enough, she jumped on me, wrapped her legs around me like a spider monkey and wouldn’t let go. She started kissing me as I tried to get her off me.

  “Man move, it ain’t like that no more.”

  I was able to finally tear her ass the fuck up off me.

  I quickly darted towards the door as she began to scream, “So now she’s your girl?”

  “Yes, and like I said, stay in your fucking place.”

  “Get the fuck out. Get the fuck out!” she hollered, but I didn’t give a fuck about all of that as long as she understood the
message.

  Leaving out of her house, I did a light jog and zoomed over to Merci’s. Once I got there, I quickly parked and headed up to her apartment.

  When I reached the door, I knocked, hoping she answered the door and not one of her twin cousins.

  “Who is it?” I heard Merci ask.

  “Me, open up.”

  I heard her huff as she unlocked the door and opened it.

  Without even giving her time to say anything, I scooped her up and covered her mouth with mine. I carried her all the way to her bedroom, where I laid her flat onto her bed.

  Climbing on top of her, a frown graced her pretty ass face.

  “Merci listen, no, I didn’t tell Zella you were my girl which was my bad, but I swear to God on my mama I never did nothing with her and I swear to you, she will never approach you on no bullshit again,” I explained, kissing her lips, surprised at the fact she didn’t try to move her head and dodge my kisses.

  “What did you do? How do I know you ain’t just playing me?” she questioned, her voice cracking, letting me know that she was scared of the chance that I might hurt her.

  “Because Merci, you the girl I want. Not my ex, not no one else. Just you.” I touched the tip of her nose, which caused her to smile really big.

  No bullshit, I was trippin’. I didn’t want no one else. Merci was the perfect fucking package. She let me grind, just like I let her grind. She respected me and I was going to continue to strive to respect her. She also wasn’t on no bullshit and I could see us growing and it becoming serious as fuck.

  “Don’t hurt me Grey,” she mumbled.

  “I promise I’m not.” I kissed her lips and slowly showed her exactly how sorry I was for my dumb ass ex overstepping her boundaries.

  Brynlee

  Ughh, I winced in pain as a sharp cramp-like feeling bolted through my body like an electric wave. The only thing I could think about was that it was way too early to be feeling this. To be going into labor.