Promise to Keep it Trill

by B. Love

  “You sure you’re ready for that?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Nixon smiled and nodded as he cut his car off. As they entered her home, Makayla wasn’t sure what Kannon had up his sleeve. He’d texted her and told her to get him into her bed but that was it. After offering him something to drink, Makayla led him upstairs to her room. She closed and locked the door behind them, chuckling as Nixon comfortably sat on the edge of her bed.

  “I’m surprised you invited me in.”

  “Why?”

  “Because we’ve been talking for three months and you just now let me take you out on a real date. I wasn’t expecting this to come with it too.”

  “Well… I figured you’ve been patient in your attempt to get to know me and I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”

  Pulling him off the bed, Makayla removed his clothing, smiling when he scooted up to her headboard ass naked. It was a shame… all that long dick would go to waste. Even if he wasn’t up to anything with Carmen, Makayla was sure he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her once Kannon did whatever he had in mind. After telling him to get under the covers, she told him she would be joining him soon after she grabbed something a little more comfortable to wear.

  In the closet, she smiled at the sight of Kannon. As always, his expression was calm as he looked every inch of her face and frame over. She quietly assured him that she was okay before grabbing her pink pistol and heading back out of the closet.

  “I thought you…” Nixon’s sentence was cut off at the sight of Kannon.

  “Don’t try to run,” Kannon warned, leaning against the dresser as Makayla headed over to the door. “I’m only going to ask you this once, and please, don’t lie to me.” Kannon paused. “Are you related to Carmen?”

  Nixon looked from Makayla to Kannon. His mouth opened, and Kannon lifted his gun.

  “Yes,” Nixon blurted quickly.

  “Why did you lie?”

  “Because she didn’t want you to find out.”

  “What is she up to?”

  Nixon’s head hung. “I can’t go against my blood.”

  Makayla and Kannon chuckled before she told him, “You can go against your blood or you can bleed the fuck out. Your choice.”

  His head lifted. “Carmen wanted me to get close to you, get you to trust me, drug you and kidnap you. She wanted Kannon to give ransom money that she could use to leave town. Apparently she thinks she’s going to lose custody of Bella, and with Jaden suing her, Trevor has decided to as well. So her plan was to take all her kids and leave town, but she wanted to make sure they’d have enough money to lay low for a while.”

  “And out of all the schemes she could pull, her dumb ass thought she could kidnap Mak and take from me?” Kannon asked. Before Nixon could reply, Kannon added, “You know I gotta kill you, right?”

  Nixon’s eyes widened as his head shook. “I promise I won’t come back. I’ll forget I even know where she lives. Neither of you will get any trouble from me.”

  “That ain’t good enough, bruh. I can’t believe yo’ own family set you up like that, but you can check her about it later, she’ll meet you in hell soon.”

  “Kannon, wait,” Makayla blurted, walking over to him. “I agree that we need to take all necessary precautions to make sure no one knows where we live, but I can’t let you catch a body where my son lays his head at. If you’re going to do this, it has to be somewhere else.”

  Kannon nodded. “You’re right.”

  Nixon’s pleas did nothing to soften Kannon towards him as he silently walked over to him, knocking him out with one strike of his gun. Plopping down on the bed, Kannon released a loaded sigh as he ran his hand over his face. Makayla could only imagine how he was feeling. Carmen had done a lot of fucked up shit over the years, but Makayla thought the death of Kendall had moved them to common ground. Everything she needed Kannon gave, so it made no sense to Makayla for her to want to steal from Kannon of all people.

  “You okay?” Makayla asked softly, walking over to him.

  He nodded as she sat next to him. “I’m good. I just don’t understand why her ass would try to cross me of all people. Seem like the more shit I do for her the less she appreciates it. I’d been trying to keep the peace ever since…” His head shook.

  Makayla placed her hand on top of his. “I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder.

  They stayed like that for only a few seconds, knowing they didn’t have much time. After tying Nixon’s hands and legs and covering his mouth with tape, they pushed him down the stairs and drug him to his car. Using his finger to unlock his phone, Makayla deleted all communication between them and wiped down everything she’d touched. After making Kannon promise not to handle it himself, she gave him a hug and got into his car to follow him as he drove Nixon’s. It took an hour and fifteen minutes to get to the chop shop, and when they arrived, Nixon had woken back up for the third time. Each time he’d done so before, Kannon had knocked him back out.

  Makayla watched as three of the men on their team jogged out and effortlessly pulled Nixon into the chop shop. Kannon wiped down everything he’d touched before handing the keys to Marco and heading to his car. As Makayla got in the passenger’s seat, her mind began to race. All she could think about was what would have happened if Nixon tried to take her from her home while her son was there. She felt stupid as fuck and expressed that to Kannon.

  Here she was, trying to be normal and find love and shit, when niggas were plotting on her head. It didn’t matter how much Kannon told her not to worry and that he was going to take care of Carmen, she couldn’t release her anger. Carmen was the least of her worries; Makayla couldn’t believe she’d gotten played.

  Had she been so out of the dating loop that she left herself open for literally anyone to come in and finesse her? Would she ever be able to trust a stranger again? How was she going to get to know new men and find love now? Disgusted with it all, Makayla accepted the fact that there was nothing about her life that was normal… and she shouldn’t expect her love life to be the same.

  39

  Makayla

  The heaviness around Makayla alarmed her. She didn’t know when she’d drifted off to sleep, but she had. Kannon had removed her clothing and tucked her in, but she thought he’d left as he always did. Gently, Makayla turned in his arms, smiling softly as the moonlight shined down into her window and highlighted his beautiful features. It was the first time he’d ever spent the night, and Makayla was glad he did. She didn’t realize just how much she needed to be in his arms until she woke up and found herself there.

  Cupping his cheek, Makayla considered how different her life would be if Kannon was her man. If he’d get out of the business and take her and Austin somewhere to start anew. Somewhere she could start a new head start and reinvent herself. Somewhere they wouldn’t have to watch their backs or wonder who was watching their every move. Somewhere Austin could live a fully normal life and not have to face violence or rejection because of who his father was.

  But she knew none of that would happen. As long as Jason was in the business, Kannon would be too.

  She kissed his nose softly, throwing their agreement to remain just friends into the wind. Her lips lifted to his forehead. Kannon stirred softly, holding her tighter. When her lips covered his, he moaned quietly, and the hoarse, sleepy sound made her pussy pulse.

  Biting down on his bottom lip, Kannon slowly opened his good eye and his hand lowered to her ass.

  “Wha’chu doin’?” he asked, making her smile.

  “Going after what we both want. You gon’ let me take it?”

  “It’s yours.”

  Kannon pulled her over onto him, submitting and allowing her to have her way with him. Because the truth of the matter was, he belonged to her… just like she belonged to him. She’d been telling herself that she hadn’t tried with other men because of the damage Jason had caused, but it was also because of the love Kannon h
ad built. How could she possibly give another man everything he’d stored up within her?

  Kissing her way down his chest, Makayla relished in the power she had to evoke a reaction out of him. Her tongue dipped and swirled around his nipples until he was pushing her away. Giggling quietly, Makayla continued to go lower. By the time she made it to his boxers, Kannon’s dick was rock hard. She nibbled his thighs for a few seconds before sucking his balls into her mouth. Gripping his shaft, she stroked it while continuing to suck his balls. His quiet moans were like music to her ears and fuel for her to continue.

  She made her way up to his head, lapping up his precum. While she placed French kisses on his tip, Makayla continued to stroke his shaft with one hand and massage his balls with the other. Not wanting any part of him to be ignored, she found a rhythm that took him to the tip of combustion before finally taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could. There was no way she’d be able to take all of his length into her mouth, so her wrists twisted and hands stroked the part of his shaft that couldn’t fit.

  As her slob dripped, Makayla tightened the lock her cheeks had on him as she licked the back of his shaft. His quiet moans and muttered yes’s had her so turned on she couldn’t wait to feel him inside of her, but she couldn’t rush it this time. With that in mind, Makayla continued to lick and suck until his first orgasm ripped through him.

  After swallowing his seeds and being pushed away by him, Makayla smiled proudly as he flipped her over onto her back.

  Spreading her legs, Kannon removed her underwear with a fervent speed that had her pulse increasing. The moment his mouth latched onto her nipple her eyes were closing as she arched into him. Everything with Kannon was magnified. Just the feel of his tongue swirling around her nipple had her on the verge of climax. Kannon’s hand found its way to her mouth, and when he stuck his pointer finger inside, she sucked it as his free hand lowered to her pussy.

  As he fed her, fingered her, and feasted on her nipples, Kannon took her to a slow yet quick release. Not giving her any time to come down, he made his way between her legs. She sat up, ready to beg for more, but Kannon’s hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back down onto the bed. His grip tightened as he slowly licked her clit, causing her eyes to squeeze shut as she inhaled a deep breath.

  Her moans began to pour as he licked and sucked. Kannon gripped her thighs and kept them spread as his tongue dipped in and out of her opening.

  “Perfect,” she complimented, holding the sides of his head to keep him where she wanted him.

  The more he slurped her clit into his mouth and ran his tongue down her slick folds the wetter and hotter she grew. And before she knew it, Makayla was cumming again.

  “Kannon, please,” she whispered, as she fought the tremors that wanted to shoot through her.

  “You said you were gonna take it, so take it,” he granted, laying back down.

  With no hesitation, Makayla straddled him. As she began to slide down his shaft, their eyes locked. Even though she wanted to close them from the pleasure that consumed her, she kept them opened, wanting to see the exact moment they tied their souls a little tighter to one another.

  “I love you,” he whispered, gripping her hips.

  “I love you,” she replied, pressing her hands into his chest.

  As she began to bounce on him, hard and slow, Makayla bit down on her bottom lip as she inhaled deep breaths. She hadn’t cum easily and quickly in the past, but every time she was with Kannon, it took little to no effort. Wanting to enjoy the journey as much as she could before they arrived at their destination, Makayla tried her hardest to not be so sensitive to the feel of him inside of her.

  Her moans began to trickle out as he breathed heavily, seemingly on the same wave as her. Toes curled and head tilted, her eyes snapped shut as he smacked her ass and pinched her nipples. All it took was him tilting her forward slightly, making sure he hit her g-spot each time she dropped down on him, and Makayla’s body quaked as she came on top of him.

  Kannon pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply before flipping her onto her back. His deep strokes had her headboard banging the wall as she struggled to breathe. And when she could, a series of fucks, oohs, and ahhs, poured from her as she drenched him with her cum. Holding her legs out wider, Makayla whimpered when he leaned forward and brushed against her clit with each stroke. He ate her moans, wrestling with her tongue as he caused her pussy to suck him in loudly.

  As he moaned her name into her ear, her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she wrapped her legs around him.

  There was no way in hell they would be able to be just friends…

  40

  Kannon

  “I told you I didn’t want you involved in this,” Kannon reminded, knowing it didn’t matter.

  Makayla was cool unless you fucked with her son, her Kannon, her sister, or her money. If it didn’t involve those things, she was usually able to control her temper. Hell, she’d even been able to stop reacting when people said negative things about her. But the moment Carmen sent Nixon after her, her fate was sealed. Mother to mother, Makayla had agreed to allowing Carmen to keep her life, but Kannon knew when she got her hands on her that she’d beat her within an inch of it.

  To Makayla, Carmen was the reason all of their lives had been uprooted. Had she not come to Tom Lee Park talking shit, they wouldn’t have caught bodies in broad daylight, and Jason wouldn’t have sacrificed himself to get her and Kannon’s charges dropped. It was out of respect for Kannon and Kendall that Makayla hadn’t gone after her sooner, but that truce was now off the table.

  “Just unlock the door so I can body this bitch.”

  “Makayla,” he started, and she rolled her eyes and groaned. “You said you would let her live because she had kids.”

  Makayla’s leg shook as she looked out of the window towards Carmen’s home. It was one of the rare occasions that she was alone. All of her kids were gone for the weekend, and because she shared her whole life on social media, they had learned she was getting ready for a night out with her crew.

  “Makayla.”

  With a huff, she looked in his direction. “Alright.”

  As soon as he unlocked the door, Makayla was hopping out and heading up the driveway. She was moving so fast her hair was blowing in the wind. Cursing under his breath, Kannon quickly got out of the car and jogged behind her. Makayla looked around before kicking the door twice in her combat boots.

  Carmen jumped up from the couch at the sight of them, but before she could run away, Makayla was tackling her and connecting her fist with her face.

  “I told you I wanted to talk to her first,” Kannon reminded as he lifted Makayla off of her.

  Makayla kicked her in her face, struggling to free herself from Kannon’s grip.

  “Obviously she don’t wanna talk, Kannon. She ain’t been answering your fucking phone calls.”

  “I still wanna know why she thought this shit was a good idea.”

  With a nod, Makayla stopped fighting against him. He released her and helped Carmen off the floor. Her nose and mouth were already bleeding heavily. Kannon walked her over to the couch and helped her sit down before straightening his shirt and sitting next to her. Makayla crossed her arms and hovered over them as her foot tapped.

  “Now,” Kannon spoke calmly, turning slightly in Carmen’s direction as her body shook with fear. “What on earth would possess you to try and have Makayla kidnapped?”

  Carmen looked from Kannon to Makayla as she scratched her cheek and rocked. “I knew she was the only way I’d be able to get to you.”

  “Why would you want to get to me?”

  Her face twisted but it fell quickly when Makayla stepped closer to her.

  “Because I hate you,” she spouted with venom lacing her tone. “Every time you do something nice for me it makes me hate you more.”

  “Do you hear yourself right now?” Kannon asked, sitting up in his seat. “The better I treat you the
worse you feel about me?”

  Her head shook and jaw clenched as her eyes watered. “It just makes me remember how I fucked up the best thing I ever had.” Her tears began to fall, and it didn’t matter how much he hated what she’d done, Kannon couldn’t take seeing any woman cry. “All I can think about is how you tried to take me and my kids out of the hood and provide a better life for us. Then I got pregnant and shit changed. You begged me not to have the baby and warned me of what would happen if I did. I knew I shouldn’t have expected you to be in the baby’s life because you said you wouldn’t be, but I thought when she got here your mind would change. Even with you telling me it was the business that made you not want anyone to know you were her father, I took it personally. I felt like if that was the case, you could have bonded with her privately.”

  “We tried that when she was first born and it didn’t work.”

  “I knoooow,” she whined, sobbing. “I wanted more, and I’ll always want more when it comes to you. But I know I’ll never have that and it frustrates me. You could have cut me off when she left us but you didn’t. If anything, you started checking on me and helping me more. And it just… really fucks with me. It’s like you’re dangling what I’ll never have again in my face.”

  “Why didn’t you say something, Carmen?”

  “Because I didn’t want to sound crazy! Plus I needed the help. I just hated you for it. And now with Trevor trying to sue for custody of TJ, I made up in my mind to just… take my kids and leave. But I can’t save no money working the little hours I’m working.”

  “Why didn’t you just ask me for the money?”

  “Because I was tired of asking you for shit. That would have been yet another instance where you came through for me and made me feel even worse for not doing what I had to do to make us work. All I can think about is how differently things would have been if I would have made better choices. If I would have let you move us in with you and agreed to your guards. If you would have seen me while Kenny was growing in my belly. If her birth would have given you the motivation you needed to get out the streets. If your love for me would’ve grown and we got married. Shit would just be different now.”