by Jade Jones
Overwhelmed with pleasure, Shayla tried to inch away. “Un-unh,” he grunted, firmly holding her in place. Women who ran were usually only punished more.
Feeling her walls constricting, Romeo drilled her even harder. Shayla’s whimpers bounced off the bedroom walls. He could tell she’d never had a nigga stroke her like he did. Within seconds, Shayla finally exploded in a waterfall of liquid which left her legs shaking.
Gripping the sheets, she shivered in blissful satisfaction. “Oh…my…God,” she panted breathlessly. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I…didn’t even know I could squirt.”
“Who said we was finished?” Romeo asked, flipping her over. “Put dat ass up. We ain’t done.”
Shayla excitedly did as she was told before burying her head in the nearest silk pillow. She squealed when his thumb slid inside her tight asshole, but strangely it made her pussy wetter. Romeo was doing things to her no man had ever done, and she was hardly ready for a guy like him.
“How you like dat shit?” Romeo asked, slowly stroking her. His curved dick hit her spot perfectly from his angle, and Shayla was close to cumming a second time.
“Oh, shit. What are you doing to me?” she moaned.
Leaning over, Romeo placed a trail of kisses along her spine. Instead of pounding her like he’d been doing, he decided to take his time. And as expected, his patience paid off after Shayla came again.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Romeo exploded deep inside of Shayla. Usually, he was strapped and never so careless; but she made it hard for a nigga to play by the rules.
Panting heavily, Romeo collapsed beside her. Sweat glistened on his forehead and each abdominal muscle flexed with every breath.
Running a hand through her hair, Shayla turned to face him. She figured now was as good as any to say it. “Um…what do you do?” she asked sheepishly.
His response in return was faint snores.
18
It was a quarter to three when Kim arrived home from grocery shopping. Rita was on her way back from getting Jordan from school, and Kim wanted to have something ready for him to snack on. Just as she was climbing out her Range, a colorful delivery truck pulled in behind her.
“What the hell?”
The driver anxiously hopped out before sliding open the back doors. “Are you Ms. Lopez?” he asked.
Shielding the sun from her eyes, she said, “Yes.”
“I just need you to sign for these and I’ll be on my way.”
Kimberlyn watched as he brought her a beautiful bouquet of Asiatic lilies and roses. Attached to it was a small card. “Wow, these are gorgeous,” she smiled. After signing for the flowers, she bid the driver farewell.
Walking back towards the house, Kimberlyn opened the card and read the brief message:
Dinner tonight at 8. Nikolais Roof. Don’t be late.
Desmond.
P.S. Hope you like the flowers
Smiling like a little girl with a schoolboy crush, Kimberlyn folded the card closed. Since she wanted to get the groceries in first she placed the bouquet of roses on the porch and grabbed the bags. Sticking her key in the door, she twisted, and pushed it open—
Out of nowhere, a large hand grabbed her face and snatched her inside. The groceries slipped from her hands immediately as she went to defend herself. Unfortunately, her attacker was much stronger than she. Grabbing her roughly, he slammed Kimberlyn against a nearby wall. Tears formed in her eyes when she felt him tug at her jeans.
With her chest pressed against the wall, she couldn’t see who the son of a bitch was. Her heart hammered ferociously, and sweat had even begun to form on her head from the tussle.
“GET OFF ME!” Kim screamed, thrashing about.
Pinning his strong body against hers, Kim’s attacker snatched her jeans down halfway.
“Please don’t this!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She’d never been so afraid in her life. She would’ve gladly taken death instead. The only thing Kim was grateful for was her son not being there. “Please, stop!”
Fumbling with his belt, the intruder quickly freed himself. Kim was disgusted when she heard him spit on his hand and lubricate his dick. Without warning, he jammed his rock hard shaft inside.
“Stop! St—Aaahh, ahhh,” Kim moaned. The strokes were all too familiar to mistake.
Pinning one of her hands above her head, Cool interlocked their fingers. He made sure to keep his pace slow and steady as he fucked her on the hallway wall. “You miss daddy?” he whispered.
“Cool…Mmm…Wait—stop,” Kim whimpered. Her mouth said one thing, but her kitty continued to get creamier with each stroke.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he said, nibbling on her ear.
“Cool…ooohhh….shit.” Kim shut her eyes tightly, mouth agape. She’d been missing his pipe game for nearly a year, and it was well worth the wait. But as soon as Desmond crept in her mind, she instantly became turned off. “Cool, wait. Hold up.”
Instead of doing as she asked, he pumped harder and faster.
“Cool, I said stop!” Kim screamed, shoving him away. Breathing heavily, she stared at her baby daddy in disgust. She couldn’t say his early release was a pleasant surprise. Lately, she didn’t even feel the same about him.
Cool’s dick glistened with her juices as he stood there in confusion. “Wassup?” he asked, slightly annoyed. He had a major backup and Kim was fucking around.
“We need to talk,” she said, fixing up her clothes.
“’Bout what?”
“Us…I don’t think we should be together right now.”
Cool forced a laugh before shaking his head. “Are you kiddin’ me? A mufucka been locked up a whole year and that’s da bullshit you hit me with?” Angered by the bad news, he put his flaccid dick away and buttoned his jeans. “I thought you would’ve been happy as fuck to see me. But you obviously still bitter ‘bout dat last visit.”
Before Kimberly could respond, the front door opened.
“Kim!” Rita called out. “It’s some roses here for you on the porch—Damn, girl I almost tripped on these bags—”
Her voice instantly trailed off after seeing Cool standing there in the flesh. His name left her lips in a low whisper. She barely even noticed the spilled groceries on the floor.
Cool wasn’t as surprised to see Rita—or his son for that matter. Instead his focus was on the flowers in Rita’s hands. “Roses? Who da fuck givin’ you roses?” he rounded on Kim.
Before she could think of a plausible lie, Cool looked down at her left hand. Kimberlyn wasn’t wearing her engagement ring. Sadly, it was still sitting on Desmond’s coffee table in his home.
“Cool, I—”
WHAP!
Cool slapped Kimberlyn so hard her head bounced off the picture frame behind her. It shattered instantly upon impact before dropping to the floor.
“Mommy!” Jordan cried out.
“YOU BEEN FUCKIN’ WHILE I BEEN LOCKED UP, BITCH?!”
Cool’s saliva sprayed Kimberlyn’s face as he screamed at her like a madman. She wasn’t expecting him to go from zero to one hundred so quickly, but she knew he had a temper. Most times Cool gave her the benefit of the doubt. However, that time he didn’t even give her a chance to explain herself.
“Oh, my God! Jordan, go to your room!” Rita said, shooing him away. Since a baby, she’d tried to shield him from the violence of his parents’ relationship.
Jordan didn’t budge, and Rita had no time to make him as she ran over to help. “What is your problem? Get your hands off my niece!” She made a move to grab Cool’s arm, but he violently snatched away.
“Bitch, unless you gon’ help her find dat mufuckin’ ring I suggest you raise up out my face!”
“Aunt Rita, it’s okay,” Kim said in her defense. Cool putting his hands on her was one thing, but she couldn’t have him assaulting her 57-year old aunt.
“It’s not okay!” Rita snapped.
Cool clenched his fis
ts as a warning, and she instantly got the hint. Fearful of what he’d do to a withered old lady, Rita finally backed up.
Looking back over at his fiancé, Cool pointed a thick finger in her face. “I’ma ask ya ass one mo’ time,” he said through clenched teeth. “You been fuckin’ while I been locked up?”
Everyone held their breaths as they waited for Kim’s response. Unfortunately, her silence said it all.
Stricken with rage, Cool snatched her up by her hair and dragged her towards their bedroom. He didn’t want Jordan to see the ass whupping he was about to inflict on his mother.
There were tears in Cool’s eyes as he pushed Kimberlyn inside the bedroom. “Everything I did was for you! And in turn yo’ ass couldn’t even be loyal!”
“Cool, please let me explain—”
Kim’s sentence was cut short after a brutal slap that left her dazed. Losing her balance, she fell backwards on the king sized bed. She could taste blood in her mouth, and she hated that her gun was so far away.
“This mothafuckin’ house you sleep in, I brought! Them mothafuckin’ clothes you wear, I got’chu! That expensive ass private school dat lil’ nigga go to, I pay for! Bitch, I took yo’ ass out the gutter and polished you, and this is how you repay me?! You couldn’t even wait for a nigga!”
“Get the fuck out my house!” Kim screamed. “My name is on the papers! GET THE FUCK OUT!” Her entire front row of teeth was covered in blood. Cool had really done a number on her being heavy-handed as he was.
Cool was just about to pounce on her ass when Rita barged inside the bedroom. “I’m calling the police!” she said with her cellphone to her ear. She may not have been able to fight Cool off, but she sure as hell knew who could.
At that moment, Cool was faced with the choice of going back to jail or ringing Kim’s neck. The latter sounded more enticing, but prison was a hellhole he never wanted to return to. Now that he was free, he wanted to keep it that way.
Reluctantly, Cool backed off before backpedaling out the room. “Fuck out my way,” he sneered at Rita. In the hallway, he punched a massive hole in the wall which made Jordan cry.
Stumbling out the bed, Kimberlyn went after him. Not even fear could stop her from uttering her two cents. “Don’t you ever bring yo’ ass back here!” she screamed. Blood leaked down her chin and splattered onto the hardwood floors.
Stopping at the front door, Cool turned on his heels. “If you think you gon’ fill my slot wit’ dat nigga, you got another thing comin’! Bitch, I’ll kill a mufucka ‘fore I see dat happen!”
Rita kept her finger hovering over the nine on her keypad as she watched Cool leave. Although he took care of them, she had never been his biggest fan for the way he treated Kim. After today, she despised him wholeheartedly.
“I can’t believe I ever did shit for this nigga!” Kim said, wiping her bloodied mouth. “Risking my freedom for that mothafucka. I’m done! You hear me, Cool?!” she screamed out the doorway. “DONE!”
“We’ll see,” Cool said, climbing inside his 2013 Acura.
***
It was ten minutes to five when Romeo and two of his closest patnas pulled into the over capitated lot of Planet Fitness. Unbeknownst to Shayla, he planned on paying Dexter a little visit while on the clock. He also had a few choice words for him as well.
That day he was riding in the big boy toy; a custom bronze 2014 Hummer. Anytime his niggas rolled with him to handle business, he pulled the truck out. Today was no different. Unlike Desmond, Romeo didn’t mind getting his hands a little dirty. Oftentimes his boy lectured him about that shit, but Romeo was born into the Piru life, and some bad habits were hard to break.
Hopping out the Hummer, he and his goons swaggered towards the entrance. Once inside, Romeo headed straight to the customer service desk. “Aye, I’m lookin’ for somebody named Dexter,” he told the male employee. “I need to holla at him ‘bout some business right quick.”
Believing the question was fitness related, he said, “The last time I saw him he was in the locker room,” He then pointed in the direction.
“’Preciate it,” Romeo told him.
Without hesitation, he and his people made their way towards the locker room. Inside were two guys, but for some reason Romeo automatically knew who Dexter was. Tapping his nigga, Romeo gestured for him to get rid of the lone eyewitness.
Not wanting any trouble, the member quickly fled from the room. Dexter, however, was totally unaware of his fate as he stood with his back to Romeo. He had just closed his locker door when he turned around and saw three suspicious men standing there.
“Aye, you Dex?” Romeo asked him.
Dexter glanced from Romeo to the goons standing behind him. They had trouble written all over their faces, and they definitely didn’t look like they needed fitness counseling. Even though he was somewhat intimidated Dexter stood his ground. “Shit, who wanna know?”
Romeo looked over at his patna who was eagerly waiting for the cue. They lived for violence so they had no problem getting buck.
“So I take it you da one puttin’ hands on Shayla,” Romeo said, giving him a second chance to come correct.
After hearing his ex’s name, Dexter immediately broke out laughing. The fact that he wasn’t taking them seriously was extremely insulting. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see the red flags hanging out their back pockets. All three of them were about that life.
“Mufucka, you really came up to my job over a bitch?” Dexter spat. “I should put my hands on yo’ ass—”
Before he could finish, Romeo charged Dexter and slammed him against the lockers. Though Dexter was an inch taller and incredibly fit, Romeo was much stronger. With rage in his eyes, he hemmed Dexter up like he was some chump nigga in the streets. It wasn’t even about Shayla anymore. Now it was simply about respect.
“Fuck nigga, I should break yo’ weak ass!” Romeo said through clenched teeth. “The only reason I’m givin’ yo’ ass da benefit of da doubt is ‘cuz you Shayla’s people. But if I ever see or hear about you puttin’ yo’ hands on her, we gon’ have a serious mufuckin’ problem. Ya feel me?”
“Aight, bruh. Got damn,” Dexter huffed, unable to move. Romeo’s forearm was pressed firmly against his throat, blocking his airway passage. Bowing down was his only way to ensure he lived.
Reluctantly, Romeo let Dexter go. The look in his eyes showed he wasn’t afraid to kill, and now Shayla’s ex knew it. Massaging his throat, Dexter watched the three men walk towards the exit.
“You might think you know her,” he said after them. “But you don’t. ‘Cuz if you did you’d know you wasn’t even her type. But it’s cool.” Dexter laughed sadistically. “I’ma just watch ya’ll crash and burn. I’ll be there to pick up the pieces afterwards.”
One of Romeo’s boys made a move to go back but he stopped him. No bitch was worth fighting over. But as far as Dexter putting his hands on Shayla it was a wrap for that shit.
“We made our point,” Romeo said. “Dis mufucka ain’t ‘een worth it, bruh.” Together, they exited the locker room as quickly as they’d come.
“Aye, I’ll set my stopwatch, bruh!” Dexter called out, laughing hysterically.
19
Later on that evening, Cool found himself at a local sports bar to blow off some steam. Had it not been for him having one foot in and one foot out the system, Cool would’ve broken Kim’s neck.
This bitch walkin’ ‘round town without a ring like she cute and shit. I’ma show that hoe better than I can tell her though. First thing tomorrow, Cool planned on shutting off every utility in her home. The house may have been in her name but all the bills were in his. Kim had another thing coming if she thought he was going to let another nigga benefit from his hard work.
Sitting at the bar alone, Cool nursed a beer and shot of Hennessey. Bitter and hateful thoughts clouded his mind, and all he wanted to do was hurt his fiancé. He didn’t give a damn about hurting his son too in the process.
Every so often,
Cool glanced at the door each time a person walked in. Since he’d been running his mouth to the law, he was naturally paranoid. Motherfuckers who leaked info usually didn’t last very long in the streets. Cool’s pride wouldn’t permit him to go into protective custody. He figured he was a big boy who could take care of himself. Even though he was out on parole, Cool kept a strap on like a dyke. Nobody was going to catch him slipping.
Brewing in his own malevolent thoughts, Cool barely noticed the beautiful woman walking inside the bar. It was the intoxicating scent of her Chanel perfume that caused him to look up.
“Damn,” he mumbled, eyeing the length of her body.
Shawty looked foreign but was built like a sister. Ironically, that was exactly how Cool liked his women.
Keeping his gaze locked on her, he watched her take a seat at the end of the bar. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she beckoned for the bartender. Her air of assertiveness made Cool automatically think she was a woman in charge. Yet the fact that she was having a drink alone said so much more.
Cool waited ten minutes to see if she was waiting on a friend. When it was apparent that she was solo-dolo, he smoothly slid out his seat and approached her. On his way, he gestured to the bartender to get them a second round on him.
Thankfully, Cool had a little cushion cash—that Kim didn’t know about. That night, he planned to binge on alcohol and drugs. But doing that shit alone was no fun. Most of his homeboys were probably getting their rights read at that very moment thanks to him. So making new—preferably female—associates was definitely in order.
“’Scuse me, Miss Lady,” Cool spoke up. “Can I join you?”
Ava flashed a million dollar smile. The flirtatious look in her eyes let him know that she liked what she saw. “I don’t know,” she teased. “Can you?”
