by Lucinda John
We were staying in the only seven-star hotel in the world, the Burj Al Arab. This hotel was something serious. It was located on its own private island and was shaped like a sail. I knew some shit like this cost her a pretty penny so curiosity got the best of me.
"Bae, how did you pay for all of this?" I asked as we were getting settled in our room.
"I have my own money."
"I hope you ain't been tapping in your money when we agreed that you would save," I said referring to the large payout she received from the hospital due to the wrongful death of her grandmother.
"I only took out five grand. There was a promotion on Groupon and I didn't want us to miss out on it."
"Why didn't you ask me for the money? You know that money is not to be touched! That's your emergency money only."
"If I would have asked you then it wouldn't have been a surprise damn!" She sighed.
"I'm gonna give you the money to replace it."
"No, damn Bobby, can you fucking chill out. This is why I need a damn job."
"Your only job is to focus on school. Why work a job that is not your career?"
"There's other people who are in school and work! That's what college students do."
"Not you!" I yelled. "You have a man that works hard to make sure you have everything. Your only focus is school, okay? End of discussion."
"I was going to wait until dinner to give you this but here," she said throwing another gift wrapped box at me. "Thanks for fucking up our vacation that I work so hard to plan!" she cried, slamming the room door behind her.
Opening the box my heart began to pound. I just hope like hell she wasn't going to propose to me. Cray was the type of woman I'd make my wife, but I wasn't ready yet. Sitting the gift on the table, I grabbed the things I would need for a blunt and rolled a fat one. I needed all the weed I could inhale to deal with this.
A part of me was happy and the other part wanted to put three hundred dollars on the table and tell her to handle it. Rolled up neatly in a box was a picture of my unborn child. We weren’t in the position to have a baby. Cray was in school turning her dream of being an Investment Lawyer into reality and I was about to go to war with Zoe and those Haitian niggas. Right now was a bad time to have a baby.
Undressing, I walked in the room and slid in bed with her. Wrapping in her in my arms, I allowed her to cry while I gathered my thoughts.
"What do you want to do?" she asked sensing my uneasiness.
"I don't know. How far along are you?" It felt like I had the world on my shoulders.
"Six weeks."
"Are you ready to be a mother?"
"No, but who really is?"
"Whether you have this baby or not I will still love you the same."
"Are you implying that I'm having this baby so that you could love me more?" She snapped her head up and gave me an evil glare.
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?"
"Nothing. You want the baby keep it," I mumbled. I was too tired to argue.
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean bae?"
"When did you become so insensitive?"
"Bae, I'm under a lot of stress."
"And whose fault is that? We have enough money to live normally. We could both go to school and work legit careers. I don't really care for the flashy shit. Long as I'm with you I'm good," she confessed.
"I hear you ma. Everything will fall in place. Whatever you decided to do with the baby I have your back."
"Are you ready to become a father?"
"I'm ready for anything life throw at me." I lifted her body on top of mine and shoved my tongue in her mouth.
The week we spent in Dubai was what we needed to make our relationship stronger. I turned all of my phones off and gave her my undivided attention. I got to know her all over again and we fucked like rabbits. We tried new food and did a lot of shit that a thug like me vowed to never do. I was really enjoying the time I was spending with my wifey. The last day of our trip I wanted to take her shopping but she wanted to stay in, watch movies and eat junk food. My baby was so simple and I loved that about her.
"I am so not ready to go back," she stressed.
"Me either. I enjoyed the time we spend together."
"I know. It felt good waking up to you six nights straight."
"Don't start."
"I'm not, I'm just saying."
"Imma make it my business to spend more time with you." I kissed her on the forehead.
"That's all I want."
"What else do you want?" I smirked.
"I want you to eat this pussy from the back."
"What else?"
"I want that dick down my throat.
"Mmm. Damn bae, what else?"
"I want you to pull on my hair while you fuck me long and hard," she teased, biting her lips.
She ain't have to tell me twice. I quickly removed her dress and fulfilled her first request. Her every wish was my command.
Chapter 16
Zoe
It's been five years since I visited my father's grave and today I had to come show my respect. From the time I was a little boy I looked up to my father. To the young boys Superman was their hero; however, my father was mine. I still remember the day of his death like it was yesterday.
I just turned eighteen and as a birthday gift I was promoted and was given some blocks to run. I was excited because I worked my ass off for the opportunity. A lot of people thought just because my father was the head nigga in charge shit would be handed to me and they were wrong. I worked hard for everything I owned. At a young age my father taught me the value of hard work. He instilled in me that a man who doesn't work, doesn't eat.
Although we were at war with Biggs, he remained calm. Biggs kept overstepping his boundaries by crossing over to our side. As a result my father took over part of his territory. Biggs was pissed and demanded that my father pull his men, but my father didn't. He wasn't one to be fucked with. Biggs knew the power my father possessed and secretly feared him. Pete, my father's best friend was a cop and looked out for my father. When they would do raids, they would only raid the West leaving my father's territory untouched.
This particular day I kept getting a bad feeling. My father always told me the first rule of being in the game is to never ignore your gut feeling. Following my father's advice, I shut down shop for the day and sent everyone home.
"Ou vin lakay boune," (You're home early) my father said, never taking his eyes off of the newspaper he was reading.
"Mwen sounte oun bagay ap passe," (I feel like something is going to happen) I revealed.
"Kesai?" (What?) He probed.
"Mwne pa konne." (I don't know.)
"Abyen veye ti se ou, map soute avek manmou," (Well watch your little sister while I go out with your mother) he replied getting up.
I watched my mother as she dressed in a pretty, baby blue and white dress. She paired her outfit with some pearls and a pair of white Gucci Red Bottoms. She moved around the room with grace as she put the finishing touches on her face. Grabbing some perfume, she lightly sprayed herself and reviewed herself in the mirror.
"Mamou ou bel," (Mother you are beautiful) I complimented her.
"Mesi," (Thank you) she smiled.
My Father walked inside of the room and his power was felt before he spoke. I wanted to be like my father so bad that I studied his every move. A lot of people would tell me that we were twins except I had long hair that I kept braided, and he sported a Mr. Clean.
"Be careful dad," I said as the bad feeling hit me again.
"I'm strapped," he replied.
I walked them to their car and waited until they pulled out. Before they could make it to the end of the street, a car pulled up next to them. I took off running with my pistol in my hand. Cocking my gun back, I tried to bust at them niggas. Tears clouded my vision causing me to miss a few shots. The shooter shot at me causing a bullet to tear throu
gh my shoulder. Holding my shoulder, I aimed and shot him right in the head causing his body to fall back in the car. The driver of the car pulled off, leaving me behind in smoke.
"Leve papa." (Wake up dad) I tried my best to shake him but he was already gone.
His body was slumped on top of my mother who was left unharmed. I pulled her out of the car and rest my father's lifeless body across the back seat. Driving back to the car, I called Pete and alarmed him before the cops came. Pete tried to send someone to clean everything up, however a cop that was patrolling the area responded before he could make it.
My father was rushed to the hospital where he was pronounced dead. They raided our house where they found drugs, guns, and money. I had no idea how the figured out where everything was since my father took time breaking this house apart so that he could secretly stash his drugs, guns, and money. It was then that we learned that there was a snake in the crew.
Before I could revenge my father's death, I took the charges for the drugs, money, and guns and was sentenced to life in Haiti. Pete being a well-respected man in the force was able to convince the judge to give me five years. I gladly accepted and was shipped off to Haiti. My plane didn't even touch the country I was born in and Biggs was already making plans to take over what belonged to my father.
Pete ended up locating the snitch, which was one of my father's trusted workers, Dom. Dom was unaware of the relationship my father shared with Pete so when he came into the police station and sung like a canary, his death certificate was signed. They ended up raiding a few more spots and that is how Choppa ended up getting deported as well.
The third day of my deportation, I received a package from Pete. Inside was a DVD of Dom's confession. He also admitted that he sold some information to Biggs for five hundred thousand dollars. Pete took care of Dom and his entire family, but I wanted Biggs to myself. I had Pete keep tabs on Biggs. I wanted to make sure he stayed untouched until my five years was up. I wanted to be the one to avenge my father's death; he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Snapping back to reality, I poured a bottle of Barbancourt 5 Star over his grave. I said a quick prayer and was about to leave until I heard cursing and crying. Walking towards the voice, I held my hand on my piece as I inched closer to the commotion. I spotted Diamond leaned against a tombstone. She looked sexy as fuck in a pair of joggers and a wife beater. Her breasts jumped up and down as she sobbed. I know it wasn't the right time but my dick was getting hard just thinking about sucking on them titties.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do now stupid! Did you even think about Kay when you decided to make this stupid decision? You and my mother both are two fucking cowards," she cried.
I stood back and watched her vent and cry. I let her let it all out before I approached her.
"Ma you good?" I asked.
"What the fuck you want?" she snapped wiping snot from her nose.
"I just came to check on you, that's all."
"I'm good." She walked away.
I watched her ass move side to side. Shaking my head I walked to my car and prepared to leave. I sent Beamer a text and told her to get that ice ready because I wanted my dick sucked. Since she started fucking with Bobby I no longer stuck my pussy in her. The only thing she could get from me is a face full of my kids.
"You need help?" I asked Diamond when I notice she was struggling to get her car to start.
"Nah I'm good," she said trying to crank the car some more.
When the car wouldn't start she started slamming her hand against the steering wheel as she cursed the car out. I didn't know whether to help her or run. Little mama was on some real Anna Bell type shit.
"You need a ride?"
"No, I'll catch the bus."
"C'mon ma, it's Sunday. The bus runs every hour. Let me drop you home."
"I don't trust you," she spat.
"I ain't do shit to you!"
"You come here and start ordering shit! Shit was good before you came!!"
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about so Imma let that shit slide." I felt my anger rising and I really wasn't tryna go to jail for putting my hand on this broad.
"Yeah whatever."
"Get your ass in the fucking car." My voice was so loud that it could have taken all these dead bodies.
"Nigga fuck you." She waved me off and walked towards the bus stop.
Getting in my car I followed her, and parked in front of the bus stop. I turned on my emergency signals and got out. I walked over to the bench she was sitting on and lifted her up.
"Put me the fuck down!! Help, he's trying to kill me," she yelled, punching me in the back.
Them blows she was delivering came with force. I was tempted to smack her ass but that wasn't me. I didn't put my hands on women, and if I was ever pushed to I would remove myself from that situation. I slung her ass in the car, locked the door then pulled off.
"Where do you stay?" I asked maneuvering through traffic.
She didn't reply. She stared at me with a mug and just huffed and puff like the big bad wolf she claimed to be. She wasn't fooling me. Under all that tough shit was a little girl who was lost and confused. I saw right through all of that shit. She could fool Bobby but she couldn't fool me.
"Well since you can't talk, you riding with me until you're ready to go home." I picked up my phone and dialed a friend of mine number who was a mechanic.
"Frank, I need you to go pick up a car for me at the graveyard on 19th street. It’s a grey Lexus. Yeah, my girl is having car trouble." I don't know why I called her my girl; I guess I was speaking it into existence. "Yeah. Hold it down for me, fix it and holla at me when you done. One." I hung up the phone.
"You hungry?" I asked.
Instead of her replying, she started a game of Candy Crush and ignored my ass. Laughing I turned up the radio and ran some errands with her. I wanted to test her loyalty so I purposely drove past some of my traps and handled business with her in my car. She never looked up or acknowledged me; her eyes stayed focus on the game she was playing. It was getting dark and a nigga was getting tired, so I brought her to my apartment that I had in Las Olas. I wasn't dumb enough to show her where I laid my head. One phone call and the traps could be moved. I put too much work into my home to relocate, plus my mother and sister were across the street from me.
"If you wanted to spend the night with me you could have asked," I said as I lift her out the car and into my place.
"What is your address? I'm about to call a cab," she finally spoke.
"It's too late for a cab. You have two choices, you can spend the night here or you can let me drop you home."
"Fuck you, grab me some blankets then. I'll catch the bus home in the morning."
I smiled at how smart she was. She was built for the game. Rule number one: never showed the enemy where you stayed. Even though I wasn't her enemy, she thought I was. One phone call and I'd have access to her address but I didn't tell her that. I simply let her believe that she was running game on me.
"You can take the room, I'll crash out here," I said grabbing me a few blankets. "Here." I handed her a pair of my sweats and t-shirt.
I left her standing in the hallway and went to find something to eat. I cursed myself for not buying any groceries so I ordered some pizza. When I walked back in the living room she was gone, but I could hear the shower running. Rolling a few blunts, I turned the TV on and smoked while I waited for the pizza to come.
"I ordered some pizza," I said once I heard the bathroom door open and close.
She didn't reply, she just went in my room and closed the door behind her. Good thing I decided to get this place furnished, I thought as I puffed on that Stanky. I swear we had the best weed to ever hit the United States. When the pizza came, I knocked on the door to offer a few slice but she ignored me. Sitting on the couch, I fucked up a whole box of pizza and some hot wings. I had the munchies like a motherfucker. After brushing my teeth, I laid out on the couch and
fell asleep.
The following morning I woke up to my ringing phone. Sending Beamer ass to voicemail, I brushed my teeth and went to wake Diamond up. I knocked on the door but she didn’t answer. After knocking for a few minutes, I decided to open the door. When I looked inside, the bed was neatly made and she was gone. On the bed there was a note.
I had to get to work so I borrowed your car. You can come pick it up on my lunch break at 12:45. The address is 4010 N State Road 7, Lauderdale Lakes FL, 33319.
