Loving a Colombian Cartel Thug 3

by K'Aliyah Knight

  Rocky pulls me from shame asking, “How you know that my last born is yours?”

  Silence.

  I pace around the room, just waiting for her to strike. I ain’t got shit to say. Rockwell just wants to have the last word. With all the bullshit I’ve put her through, she’s owed it a thousand times over. I just stand there and wait to be the fucking bad nigga that she’s pegged me for from jump. When ironically, I just grew into her assumptions.

  “Oh, I forgot. Renzo, you did continue with your mission. You went behind my back—fuck my word—and got your DNA test from the little corpse... Yeah, you made sure.” She nods, sitting there with an evil smirk. Then the tears that continue to fall like streams down her cheeks become too much. She wipes with the back of her hand.

  “That was dirty, ma. I fucking apologize,” I tell her. “Look I knew lil dude was mine. I just...”

  As Rockwell stares at me, my hands go to my head. I pace around, thinking about all the time I could have done in the pen. Wanting to have power. Man, I don't even know. No excuse compares to me abandoning Rockwell and our son. “Listen Rocky, I forgot your worth when Chuey was the only one checking on you. I failed us.”

  “I know,” Rockwell nods slowly. She lets the pillow fall to the floor, and crosses her legs. “You out the grind first.”

  “I'm—”

  “It's okay, Lorenzo,” she mumbles.

  “Rocky, this ain't a’ight. Nothing is the same.”

  She sighs and stands up before me. Less than a head shorter, Rockwell still commands all my attention. “Renzo, like I just said, I know. When we were younger, you'd put the grind first. I would always try to make sure to be at your side. There was nothing in the world that felt better than Renzo and Rocky, me being with you. If it was me selling fake purses while you slanged dime bags of weed, I'm in. You went to Colombia while I was finishing high school. You came back to me, Lorenzo. Then college and you taking over Illinois. Then the fucking cartel slanging all over,” she says, caressing my jawline with her tiny fingers.

  “Renzo, you always came back to me. I knew you had to do you. Go out into the world and get power,” Rockwell adds, her eyes filling with tears all over again. So I realize that my girl soothing my soul ain’t finna continue. Her tone becomes ice cold, Rocky transforms back into the chick she’s been since we came to Colombia. “But shit changed.”

  “We can go back,” I tell her again on my knees before her.

  The hardness about Rockwell begins to float away as I take a deep inhale of her pussy. She stands there, letting her small finger intertwine through my silk curls since I haven’t had a fresh fade since she’s been gone.

  Fuck what she’s going through for the moment, let me put it down, and get my girl back…Yeah, I’ma spend my lifetime making it right, but my dick has to be the remedy for us to start.

  “Rocky, you got a nigga on his fucking knees, ma,” I tell her while tryna figure out how the fuck to get her out of this pant suit. If she were wearing a dress I woulda been hiked up one of those thick, luscious thighs and propped it over my shoulder. Diving into a sea of honey, my only objective, and already done. Fucking her with my tongue until she’s right where I want her… just about done by now. But damn.

  “Lorenzo… don’t do this…” Rockwell says, eyes still streaming with tears.

  I can fucking hate myself later for all the pain that I’ve put her through. For now, I grip at the yellow, silk material from over her hip and tug. The sound of fabric ripping makes Rocky moan as the pants fall to shreds on the floor. My hands glide over sensually soft legs, and I bring the same pain to the black lace thong.

  “Renzo…” she tries again, as I place my hand at the back of her knee, and pull it over my shoulder. Now, I’m done talking as my nose dips into her folds, and my tongue plays with her clit. Fuck, this sugar is so sweet; I want to fuck my girl so good forever.

  Santiago

  This four star hotel is about twenty miles away from where that rat, Nino, has been staying. And it’s the nicest hotel in a two hundred mile radius. The fucker took enough money from me to step up his game, but I guess not. I’m in the Suite Presidencial, which ain’t all that muthafucking sweet. The bedroom and living room are all one room, and the décor is circa 1990. However, the couch that has become my throne is rather comfortable.

  The crack in my neck as I turn my head to the side feels good. Nino is sitting across from me on one of the two dining chairs, from the table near the only window in the undersized room. This little sea urchin doesn't even apologize. No tears. No nada. He glares at me as sure as I glare at him.

  With a glass of expensive Cognac twirling in my hand, I sip back on it. After the burn feels good going down my throat, I glare at Nino again. “You ain't got shit to say?”

  “Muthafucka, if you're gonna take me out, so be it. The fuck I look like begging for my life,” he says.

  I look him up and down. He cleans up in a suit. You’d have to have a keen eye to know the little shit came from nothing. I, on the other hand, was born rich. I also have expectations. I expect this little bitch to be on his knees, apologizing for stealing my money. Instead, I wave a hand. “Does it look like I’ma take you out, Nino? You've had two shots of the best cognac. I'm calculating about mega bucks per sip. So if we were counting, you’re way past owing me your life.”

  “Well, I ain't calculating shit because you know it wasn't about the money for me. I see how you still don’t value a life since it doesn’t come from papers.” He leans back, throwing his arms over the left and right side of the headrest on either side of the couch. Then this little muthafucka has the nerve to look at me impatiently.

  I lean over to pour myself another shot and ask, “So tell me about the bitch who has you all up in your feelings and marked your life...”

  He scoffs.

  “No really. You’re attempts to get my attention worked. I don’t know how the fuck you waited so long to come at me foul, especially when you’d already made a few coins, working for me in the past... Tell me about the bitch. What was her name? You know I really didn’t even give a fuck what you had to say while getting my attention about stealing my money that day. I forgot the trick’s name as soon as you said it.”

  Nino just sits there. Since my goons are standing around, the sea urchin knows best.

  I take a few more sips and wait for Nino to tell me about his whore. “C’mon, at least before you die, I can really understand why you marked your life. Tell me about Za… Zah….Ze–”

  I stop talking on a dime. An epiphany goes off in my mind like a light bulb. “Zendaya!” I say, clapping my hands together. “Damn, out of hundreds upon hundreds of cunts, I actually do remember her now. You wanna know why?”

  The look in Nino’s eye tells me he doesn't wanna know how I remember Zendaya. A harsh chuckle erupts from my mouth. I down my drink as his dark face dims. Nope. He. Doesn’t. Want. To. Know.

  Oh fucking well, I tell him, “I knew your bitch was young. The younger, the tighter; that’s only logical, right?” I shrug, “You see when it comes to the pussy, you can tell me about any hoe in a thousand mile radius not by name, sound of voice, look. None of that counts. I remember them all by the feel of their little cunt.” I pause to grab a Cuban cigar from the inside my suit jacket. I offer him one. Nino shakes his head no. I lite up, lean back, taste the semi-sweetness and puff into the air. The chandelier above is sending off rainbows of light. I'm feeling good since my mind is on Nino’s bitch.

  “Like I said, I knew she was young. I was expecting to tear my dick inside a tight fit. Fucking her until she lubricated my cock with her blood. I did wear a condom, tho, so don’t worry about me ever getting burned.”

  Nino glares through my sardonic joke, not even compelled to laugh.

  “Young as Zendaya was, nah, she was no virgin.” I shrug, still laid back comfortably. I can feel Nino’s rage but I'm chilling; not even keeping an eye on the threat. “Now, I'm not saying that the pussy didn'
t feel right. Yeah, your bitch was raining on my dick. I just preferred a virgin on that night. So what can I say? I fucked her until she blacked out. Or maybe it was these hands,” I tell him while holding up my hands. “I fucked her while, enjoying the continual dimming of the pulse at her throat. Zendaya couldn’t say stop; she couldn’t say shit. Oh but she moaned, maybe she whimpered, but I’d like to think she moaned in delight… Then I couldn't stop beating her. I couldn't stop.” I pause to shake my head. “You say I don’t give a fuck about a life that isn’t worth anything. You’re so very wrong. The only muthafucka that I care about is me. So on that night, instead of tipping a virgin a couple bucks, I realized that I wasted a few glasses of Don on some young piece of pussy that had already been touched.”

  Nino jumps up. The muthafucka lunges at me. From my laid back demeanor, it's easy to see my goons standing before me, pointing their guns at him.

  I hold up my hand and the barrels aren't at the ready anymore.

  Tears stream down Nino’s eyes. The fuck is his problem? It’s nobody’s issue but Zendaya’s for tempting me with her seemingly innocence and turning out to be a whore.

  I perceive his anger through those tears. Yeah, this muthafucka is crazy. I can tell he's one of those types that can cry as he fights or kills... He is off. No emotion. Psychopath. Or he's crying because the bitch means so much to him. I’d like to think he’s just simply a sociopath. That’s much better than vindicating a piece of pussy that thought she was good enough to step to me.

  As the animal stands there, caged by the notion that my men will blow him to fucking shreds, I speak in a calming tone, “Nino, I've been watching you for a week. You've been courting my niece in law, Rockwell Medina.” I wait for his reaction. There's a quick flicker in his dark eyes. Yup, that's all I needed. “My people love Jiménez Casa, so it was my surprise when one of my goons came back and told me a trick named Rocky had a gig there. They were passing through this seedy little town, on their way to the next town where it would be more plausible for you to have been spending my money. So on their way through town, these dudes always stop at Jiménez’s for a warm bite. You know, I don't eat in such establishments. They got a good meal, and saw one missing rat falling for another missing, beautiful bitch.”

  “What the fuck do you want?” Nino asks.

  I’m silent. I just want to get more of a rise from him, see how much he’s fallen for Lorenzo’s wife. Have him try me again since there are four thugs within arm’s reach and even more goons at my hotel room.

  Nino continues, “Santi, you used to talk that shit when you wanted me to do something for you. What the fuck do you want me to do for you, huh?”

  “I did realize that you were the roach on the streets for me. Why did it take you so long to come at me?”

  “The opportunity took a while to present itself. I'm a patient muthafucka.” He shakes his head. “And I was waiting to get close to someone in your family.”

  “Toi? Oh, no. My beautiful Antoinetta meant nothing but a fuck to me. However, I like your ambition, your willingness to wait. But today, the question is not ‘what you can do for me.’ Today is a new day. You've proven to be more than a little guttersnipe. So. The question is what you can do for yourself...”

  His thick, muscular frame rises and falls in his suit as he glares at me. I love it when people underestimate me, or mistake my principles.

  “Tell me this, Santi, how you don't figure that I’ma just kill you in your sleep now that I know where you are? I've been waiting for you to come for me.” Nino’s eyes tear away from mine. He glares hard at each and every one of my thugs. “The thing is, I can go out today, tomorrow, any day. There’s only two people that I’ve ever cared for in my life. They both died too muthafucking soon. You got these goons. You’re the only one in here that cares about living.”

  I lift a hand and reply, “Sure I know you still want me dead. But I presume that this will be more of interest.”

  At the nod of my head, to one of my goons, he pulls out an iPad mini from his back jean pocket. “While you and Rocky were at Patrona Lounge,” I say while taking the iPad from the goon, “My people were connecting cameras and preparing to life-stream every inch of Rockwell’s place.”

  Nino has a peculiar look on his face as if he’s somehow loyal to Rockwell. She does have resemblance to the late, not so great, Zendaya. And I’m banking that he’s transferred his feelings on Rocky. As I power on the tablet, I remind Nino, “You know how I am when it comes to watching people.”

  Six cameras pull up, that’s all it took to wire her entire house. I click on the one leading to the bed. I observe the look in Nino’s eyes change as he watches Lorenzo. “Now I'm guessing that pussy tastes divine. I don't do much eating.”

  His eyes lock onto mine. “The fuck you want me to do?”

  “What's the first thought that came into your mind just now?” I ask. Damn, I feel like a psychologist. I took a few classes in order to learn about getting into other’s mind while growing my empire after my father Leon’s originals were divided between being loyal to myself and Margarita.

  “Why you so concerned about my feelings?” Nino asks, he can’t even take his eyes off the way Lorenzo is fucking Rockwell. He expected her loyalty. I like that.

  I ask him again, “How has Rockwell betrayed you?”

  “Zennie ain't supposed to be fucking nobody but me,” he shouts.

  Zennie? I decide not to react because I already know that Nino and I are of like minds. He believes that she should belong to him. Since Lorenzo has taken over, I've been in hiding. There ain't no fucking way I’ma be able to touch my nephew, no matter how much I pray for his demise. With help from Emerald and Hernandez, he's got the FEDs, ICE, and almost all of customs. Lorenzo's taken over even quicker than I did after Leon died. Back to Nino and his crazy belief that she will one day be his. He's also close enough to Rocky to break Lorenzo's heart. And I guess my son’s too...

  RIP Rockwell Medina.

  Rockwell

  I became so very dumb last night, the instant that Lorenzo’s tongue plunged into my gush. My legs weakened. Even with one knee over his thigh, he had to scoot me back and I melted onto the top of the bed. Him on his knees? I grew weaker.

  On his knees, Lorenzo came closer. He showed the pussy no mercy. When I was ready to nut up, Lorenzo read my body. I whimpered. He leaned back. He grabbed my leg, lifted it up to lick the silky skin at the back of my knee. Sweet butterfly kisses sent trails of desire straight to my love box. Lorenzo bit the flesh on the inside of my thigh and I just wanted to die or get the dick! At my erotic scream, Lorenzo’s tongue dipped into my pussy as if this was one of those soft sex games. As if he's afraid to really dig in and suck up my goodies, my cum.

  He.

  Pleased.

  Me.

  All.

  Night.

  Long.

  This has always been Lorenzo’s way of an apology. As his large frame dominates damn near my entire bed, I watch him peacefully. Last night seemed just like the good old times with my nigga loving my body just right. We talked about Janyca and Chuey. I felt the color drain out of my face when Lorenzo told me that he wasn't tryna marry any bitch. In fact, the twelve carats in my engagement ring represents the age Lorenzo met me.

  As I half lay on Lorenzo’s broad, hard chest and this lumpy mattress that has doubled up on the lumps from just one night of passion, I silently pray to God for Lorenzo. Like I’ve done when we were young, I will never stop praying for this man that I love. God rarely hears when my heart is breaking on a count of Lorenzo, but I can only believe that He hears to keep Lorenzo safe in this bad world. Then I roll over onto my stomach then scoot down under the sheets.

  On point, Lorenzo's dick grows big and strong in my mouth. Damn, I miss the taste of it. Since last night was all about me, I decide to enjoy this moment. My hands stroke up and down his shaft but Lorenzo and his bossy ass has silently woken up. He reaches down and moves my hands away, with
out saying a word. How could I forget? He just wants more mouth service. Inside I'm crying. Though his dick truly has the magic to mend my broken heart, it’s only for a moment. Last night was that moment. Today, I’m trying to get us back to that moment.

  Can't let the tears show, Lorenzo won’t understand. Lorenzo’s legs tense under the sheets. I turn my head and see his toes curl. The muscles in his thighs flex and then his heart is on pause for a fraction of a beat. All before he releases into my mouth. I gulp down every last drop. Yes, this is Lorenzo’s power over me.

  Before pushing the covers back from over my head, I compose myself. But, I’m happy already. It’s like I’ve suffered through depression but the pipe is my medication. Can I take it on a daily? Yeah, that’s the only way to survive this thing called loving a Colombiano cartel thug.

  “Now that’s how you say good morning, girl,” Lorenzo smiles at me. I reach up and kiss his lips. Before I can move, those strong, muscular arms are wrapped around me. My safe haven has returned. I stifle a laugh, thinking about how I’ve been moving my dresser in front of the front door, before going to sleep every night. Didn’t do so last night.

  “Good morning, I know you’re hungry,” I tell him and Lorenzo lets me go when I could stay a lifetime in those arms dripping with tats. “Boy, you laid up like this is your throne.” I grin at Lorenzo while grabbing a pair of jeans and a top to wear.

  “Yup, we need to do this more. Get away.” He looks around. “Probably somewhere nicer tho.”

  “Mmmm...” I start to get into the shower and there's no surprise when Lorenzo joins me. He gets in, stands before me.

  “Hey, I’m going to freeze, Renzo.”

  “Well, I just told you we need to vacation somewhere better, Rocky, damn,” Lorenzo says. I can tell that he’s smiling as he readjusts the shower head. With his back to me, I lather a sponge and start to wash his back. Then I reach around and grab his dick in my hands while moving onto my tippy toes to kiss his neck.