Something About Milan: A Complicated Love Story

by Dior, London

  “Damn, it’s like that? Let me holla at you right quick.” She grabbed her arm and they began to walk towards the room. Selena stayed calm, careful not to show her ass and cause a scene.

  “Wait, Carter. Sasha people are outside waiting on us.”

  “Fuck Sasha and whoever the fuck she got waiting.” That was the last thing that we heard before they disappeared into the elevator. I looked to Wise and Wise looked at Sasha. He shrugged.

  “Aye, let me get you a room or was you going with yo’ people? We good, we know who it is.”

  “No, I’m staying here with y’all. I don’t trust him. All I want is to have my baby and raise it in peace.”

  She just had to throw that bastard ass baby in the mix! Her ass was just playing roles. She knew more than she let on and she was using the situation to be closer to Wise. She just didn’t know, I had him on lock and the key was burnt and gone.

  ***

  Wise ended up purchasing Sasha a room, then we went back to ours. As soon as we hit the door, he scooped me up, burying me in his strong arms. “Don’t be letting that girl talk you into no dumb shit like that no more.” He fussed, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

  I smiled, tilting my head back. “I wasn’t going to do it. I’m not stupid. Carter got him a live wire on his hands.”

  “Yeah, that shit don’t matter. In a few days, we’ll all be out of this depressing ass state. You ready for Atlanta? We need that new start.” He gripped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer. “Man, I ain’t even get a chance to hit it the way I want to yet. You know shit ain’t right.”

  I just shook my head as a jolt of heat flowed through my body and went straight to my hot spot. Flashbacks of the way that Wise touched my body in the past had me more than ready to allow him to touch it again.

  “Yes, I’m so ready.” I moaned, meaning it in more ways than one.

  “Damn, don’t say it like that. You got my shit rock hard.” He began to carry me to the bed, as his soft lips sucked on my neck. Softly, he placed me on the bed and began to remove my clothes. My body was on fire!

  Wise’s lips ran across the length of my body, leaving a trail of kisses. He landed at my hot spot and my back arched as his warm tongue connected with my clit.

  “Yes daddy. Just like that,” I moaned, biting down on my bottom lip.

  He played with my love button, flicking his tongue over it. He then licked around it, making small circles before sucking it into his mouth.

  “Shit,” I screamed. He looked up at me, giving me this cocky smirk, knowing he was driving me crazy.

  “Cum on daddy tongue…Let me taste them juices baby,” Wise coached, taking his tongue and pushing it inside of my walls.

  “Yessssss,” I sang, feeling myself about to explode. I swear, Wise didn’t play fair. Before I could release, he got up from the floor and climbed onto the bed and ontop of me, sliding his rock hard tool inside. He was giving it to me with hard deep strokes, grinding his hips into me, making sure he hit my spot each time.

  “Just like that baby,” I cried out, not wanting him to change positions. He was driving me crazy!

  Ignoring me, he slowed down his pace, rolling over to his back so that I could be on top. “Don’t tell me how to fuck my pussy.” He growled, slapping my ass. “Ride this dick girl,”

  I took his dick and guided it back inside of me, as I straddled him, bouncing up and down on it, taking all of him in at once.

  “Damn girl, you trying to have a nigga sprung.” Wise chuckled, as he grabbed hold of my hips, trying to slow me down. Rocking harder, I felt his body tense up and his moans got a little louder.

  “Fuck this,” He groaned, lifting me by my hips and pulling himself out of me. “Turn over and arch that back,” He demanded, pulling my hair, as he drove himself deep inside of me. “Throw that shit back for me baby.”

  Doing as I was told, I matched his stroke, ramming my ass into his pelvis. It was like we were in competition to see who was going to tap out first. I swear, his dick hurt so good.

  A few strokes later, we both ended up coming in unison. He passed out on my back, and I fell flat to the bed. I needed that stress reliever. Wise was going to fuck around and make me pop a baby in him with the way he was fucking me!

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Milan

  The next morning, I woke up with a smile and peeled myself from Wise’s arms. After taking a shower and throwing on a fresh pair of pajamas, I made my way down to the hotel’s lobby for a cup of coffee. They had free continental breakfast, but I wasn’t hungry.

  I dragged on the way back to the room. As beautiful as last night was, the realization that I had to go say my last goodbye to Jabari in a few hours hit. A knot formed in my throat. I don’t care what anyone says, that shit hurt no matter how I sliced it.

  I shared a bed with that man for eight long years. He owned a piece of my heart that I think he would always have. Before he was locked up, we actually were great. Jabari had a soft spot that only I knew. Yet, it was obvious that he had an even harder spot that I never knew about.

  I choked back tears as I began to pick up the pace to my room. I knew that seeing his dead body was going to really be hard on me, and there was no way in hell that I was bringing the kids.

  Kayla was too young to understand, and Jabari Jr was old enough, but he really wouldn’t comprehend it either. My mother said that he’s been asking for his daddy lately and I didn’t even know what to tell him.

  When I slid back into the room, Wise was still asleep. So I went over to the window and continued to sip my coffee. My mind was so crowded, and all I could do was cry. I was so spaced out that I didn’t even hear Wise walk up behind me. His arms wrapping around my waist alerted me of his presence.

  He kissed the back of my head as he squeezed me tightly. “Are you okay babe?”

  I nodded, not wanting to speak, but I’m he could still here my sniffling

  “No you not,” He turned me around to face him. “It’s okay to cry, baby. Let that shit out.”

  I did. I fell into his arms and had my first real breakdown since Jabari’s death. It felt good to get it all out, and I knew that after today, I would have the closure that I needed.

  ***

  The funeral home was considerably empty, which was fine by me. I had arrived twenty minutes early to view the body, just so I could have my time to say goodbye in peace. Wise offered to walk in with me, but I couldn’t allow him to do that. Jabari’s family would flip the fuck out, plus I felt it would be disrespectful.

  He didn’t even look like himself. My last memory of him was going to be so tarnished. It was definitely Jabari though. The tattoo of my name was still painted on his pasty skin. The heavy make-up distorted his features, but it was him.

  I touched his cold, hard hand, taking it into mine. “Damnit Jabari! I hate you for what you did to us! I hate you for what you did to our son! He loved your dumb ass, ya’ know?” Once again, tears were falling and I couldn’t control them even if I tried. “Now, he has to grow up wondering why his daddy left him! You were supposed to teach him how to be a man, how to play ball. He was supposed to come to you about his first girlfriend!”

  I wiped my eyes, “I hate you. I just want you to know that… I really really hate you for making me still love you despite what you did to us! Goodbye Jabari.” I fixed my clothes and stood up straight. “I won’t let you fuck up my future. I’m letting you go and I will be praying that your soul rests in peace.” With that, I kissed his forehead, and walked out of the room. I held my head down as I walked to hide to tears.

  “Did this bitch really have the nerve to show up?” I heard a ratchet voice call out.

  I looked up, only to see that ratchet broad, Jamella, her bastard baby, and Jabari’s mother. I shook my head. “I’m not doing this with you. Let the man rest in peace, damn.”

  “Fuck that. My fucking baby has to grow up without a father because of your dumb ass.” She shoved the baby in Jabari’
s mother’s arms, advancing toward me. “Bitch, you foul as fuck!”

  I tried to diffuse the situation, but I’d lay her the fuck out. My stance became defensive. I didn’t say anything. I was ready to catch her one good time.

  “Y’all just stop it! Don’t do this.” Jabari’s mother yelled, stepping in front of us. “I done lost my son! Can I mourn? These kids done lost a daddy! She turned to me. “Milan, what I done did to you that you can’t bring my grandbabies. I love them kids! I may not have been the best granny, but I love my grandbabies!”

  She had me feeling guilty as hell. But considering everything, everyone was suspect. I didn’t trust me or my kids being around Jabari’s people.

  “Fuck her Mama Jones. This bitch had your son killed! Janarius will be without a fucking father.”

  “Yeah, fuck her!” A deep rasp called out. I looked up and finally I was able to place the voice from the other night. Catfish! He was the one behind all the bullshit. I backed up a little, suddenly becoming frightened.

  “Got damnit! I said stop it. Don’t start nothing up in here. Let my son rest in peace. I don’t give a damn what none of y’all say.” She turned to Jamella, “You included. My son loved this girl. So she has the right to be here! If she had a hand in his death, God will deal with her! Just disrespectful!” She fussed, shaking her head, pointing at the door. “Please just go Milan, before these ignorant ma’fuckas make the worse day of my life worse. Just please don’t take my grandbabies from me.” She sighed, and I eased around Catfish and out of the door without even responding.

  The look in Catfish’s eyes had me shook. He looked like the devil himself. I never really too much fooled with Jabari’s family outside of family gatherings that I had to attend. But, I still knew how crazy he was.

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  Amir

  This ride to Lansing took a lot out of me. I was tired of running back and forth from Detroit all the way up here. It was only a two hour drive, but the sky had turned an ugly gray, and the street lights barely lit up the streets. I had a house made in a gated community for when I was in town, and I wanted nothing more than to go there and pass out. But, I had a meeting at the warehouse, and I still had to check on a few things.

  I was getting too old for this shit, and a permanent retirement was looking good for my near future. After seven years of alternating between pretending to be a hardworking CDL driver and running my distribution warehouse up north, I was officially tired.

  I tried to change and dedicate myself to God, but I was a street nigga. The streets were all I knew. Getting that fast money was my drug of choice. I couldn’t go to nobody’s nine to five bringing home pennies when I was used to making hundreds of thousands per month.

  Detroit had too much shit going on with it, my crew got fucked up and I made sure that the other side felt the heat too. But, at the end of the day, I was about making money not starting a war, so I moved my operation up north and left the hood to the young bucks.

  I hooked up with this Italian cat and it’s been murder she wrote. I was making good money, and I put in less work. My wife, Angel, thought that I still had money from my hustling days and I was just working as a front. I loved her, but when everything went down, it had her so shook up that I don’t think she would understand me jumping back in the game again.

  I thought about it all. I knew Los was turning over in his grave at the fact that Angel and I had hooked up. That shit wasn’t supposed to happen. I would have never crossed my partner like that. I only wanted to look after his family, like I knew he would do for me. Angel got to wildin’, throwing her shit at me. She had always been a beautiful woman, and I fell for her shit hard!

  I think we both felt guilty about that shit. That’s why she convinced us to go to church. We got ourselves together. My intentions were good. I love Angel, Milan, and the grandbabies. They were my world.

  Well, I was a little disappointed in Milan for fucking with that Wise cat; especially with the history that me and his brother had. Back in the day, bodies would have turned up all over the Detroit River. But, finding God did a little something for me. I was calmer and a lot wiser. Plus, I had unanswered questions. I would be getting some answers real soon.

  “Yeah, I’m definitely wiser.” I told myself, pulling into the parking lot and next to the black Charger. I took the driver in. I had been doing business with him for the past few months, but I had known him since he was a hotheaded lil’ nigga, running wild in the streets. Let’s just say we had the same enemy back in the day. I let that shit go, but he was still on some bullshit. I couldn’t wait to get this shit over with. A retirement was definitely in my immediate future. The Italians were just going to have to understand.

  I watched as he hopped out of his car, then I hopped out myself. He smiled. “What’s up, OG? You ready to make this power move?” He asked as we made it inside of the building. I had been getting close to him lately, studying his moves. Originally, I was going to retire and allow him to take over, sending me a monthly cut. But, I was starting to see that the nigga was still too hotheaded. He’d end up getting everybody in a fucked up situation.

  “You already know it, Fish. I’m getting old. I’m ready to settle down and enjoy the wife.” I told him, not sure if I still wanted to do business with him.

  Catfish was loose at the lips. I knew his whole story within a day since we reconnected. His mouth was going to be his demise.

  “The wife, huh? How is Angel doing anyway? I ain’t talked to her in years.”

  I cut my eyes over to him. W hat the fuck was he doing asking about my wife. All that talking he be doing, yet he failed to mention that he knew her. Shit, he was the ma’fucka that told me that Carter killed Los, and anything else he saw fit. Yet, he failed to mention that he knew my wife.

  “She good, but I’m not understanding why you asking about her, and why you just telling me you knew her. What, y’all used to fuck around?” I asked defensively.

  “Nah, Unc! I’m just saying, you my people now, and I don’t even know how to tell you this bullshit. Put it like this, just watch your back. She got snake tendencies.

  Now my facial expression turned grim. My wife’s name had no business in his mouth. We were good. Whatever happened in the past was just that… the past.

  “Nah, young buck. That’s a discussion that we not gone have.” I quickly shot. The look that I gave him let me know that I meant what I said.

  He threw his hands in the air in submission. “My bad O.G. Like I said, you’re family now. I got to look out for you.”

  We walked across the main floor and headed up a narrow hallway to my office. Once inside, Catfish sat at the seat in front of my desk. I chose to go to my mini bar and pour myself a shot. This lil’ nigga would talk himself out of ever getting ahead.

  “So, isn’t your step daughter messing around with Wise now.”

  I shrugged. “Not my business. Quite frankly, that whole situation is a dead issue to me.”

  “I know Unc. But that’s why I wanted to meet up with you personally. I need you to help me get rid of those niggas. I know you don’t want to see Milan with ol’ boy, and what about Carter? You just gone let him slide?”

  I studied Catfish to see if he was serious. If I wanted Carter and Wise dead, I would have did that shit myself. I told his young ass that I was done with the situation. But, then again, I did have a few questions that needed answers. “So where do I come in with that?”

  “Well, can you get Milan to bring them to you? I can take it from there.”

  I nodded. Maybe it was a good idea to bring everyone in the same room at once. I guess I was going to set that up.

  Chapter Sixty

  Milan

  It was the look in his eyes. I think that I was actually scared of Catfish. I respected Jabari’s mother and when she said just leave, I quickly did as I was told. Wise was still mad that I waited until we got home to tell him what happened. However, I knew that if I did tell him at the funer
al home, he would have been tripping.

  “You’re not letting me be your man, Milan. How the fuck you think that makes me feel that another nigga got you spooked? I don’t like that shit!” He fussed plopping down on the bed next to me.

  We were at my house, grabbing a few of my valuables. Don was supposed to be released from the hospital in two days and we were packing up to leave the city with him and Carter. Well, Wise was having someone else pack both his house and mine, then he was going to have our things shipped to Atlanta.

  “Wise, it’s ok. I didn’t want to cause a scene. We won’t be in the city anymore to even have to worry about him.”

  He let out a sigh. “That’s not the point. You know what, that don’t even matter. Did you call your mom to get the kids ready?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’ll call her when I’m done here. And please stop fussing with me. I’m emotionally drained. I just want to look into your face and find peace.”

  Wise’s expression softened. “My bad, baby. You know how much I care about you. I just don’t like that shit. But, come on. As long as you got all your important shit, you can leave the rest and I’ll have it shipped.”

  I nodded, grabbing my purse, as Wise grabbed my last bag. I took a look around my house. I couldn’t exactly say that I was sad to leave it behind. It held too many broken memories.

  ***

  An hour later, we were back in Auburn Hills, pulling up at the hotel. I decided to call my mom. I had to build up the nerve to tell her that I was moving away with the kids. My mother loved her grandbabies and I could never take that away from her.

  “Hey mom, what are you and the kids doing?” I asked, as we hopped out the car.

  She got to rambling about how Jabari Jr kept aggravating Kayla, and Melanie was getting a little home sick. I felt bad for my babies, and I couldn’t wait to take them away and start our new life as a family.