Thug Matrimony

by Wahida Clark

  “She won’t disappear. We release a single, run that, remix it, run that. She can still do interviews and print ads, getting herself and the fans ready for the album. And if we move fast, we can get back to Ibiza and do a quick video.”

  Kaylin mulled over what she had just said, and was feeling where she was coming from. Brilliant. His wife was fucking brilliant. A video shoot was a must because Ibiza had some blazin’ natural beauty. His thoughts went back to the long-standing bar called Café del Mar, which was legendary for everyone to stand around and watch the sunset. It was the first one he and Angel experienced together and it blew both of them away.

  Snapping out of his reverie, Kaylin said, “Yo, what endorsements do you have in mind for Lil’E?”

  “Baby,” she whined. “Can’t we have this meeting in the morning? Aren’t you tired?”

  He bent his head and gently kissed her shoulder. “Nope. You can sleep all day, again, if you want to.”

  “Don’t get smart, nigga, because that’s exactly what I plan to do. Sleep all day.”

  They were staying at the Andronikos Hotel and if you looked up the word tranquil in the dictionary, a picture of the hotel would be next to it.

  The drapes were pulled back and they had the bomb view of the sea, lying right there in the bed. One of the windows was open and the smell of the water was intoxicating. Angel really didn’t want to leave the island of Mykonos.

  Her eyes fluttered open as she tossed the brochure off the bed and lifted his hand off her stomach. He scooted over so that she could turn onto her back. He had this lazy grin on his face. “I’m not tired, baby. Talk to Daddy for just a few more minutes.” He reached up and began to stroke her nipple with his thumb.

  “You know I’ma get you back for this, don’t you?”

  “What? I ain’t doing nothing. I just said talk to Daddy for a few more minutes, with your beautiful self.” He loved that sultry look she had on her face when she was tired. “Now what’s up with Lily? How is she coming along? How soon will we have to make sure that she chills out?”

  “I think that this trip has given her a whole new outlook on who she is and where she wants to be. You know, I introduced her to that Reggaeton chick, Ivy Queen?”

  “Word?”

  “Yeah, and they clicked. She gave her a little heads-up on the industry. Kept it gully with her. Let her know that even though it’s a man’s industry, she can still do her. She can still prosper. She told her no matter what, don’t let them take her rawness away and told her to make sure that she stays true to herself.”

  “Aww, man. That was all love right there. Real talk,” Kaylin complimented Ivy Queen.

  “It was and it blew Lily away. She couldn’t stop talking about her.”

  “What else?”

  “We’re gonna have to let her continue to evolve into her own unique style. Let her be her. She’s very versatile. I don’t want her to be typecast, I want her to continue to do her.”

  “I hear you.” Kaylin was in agreement. “She don’t have to prove herself and be all hard, because the way she spits, her lyrics speak for themselves. And we peeped her work ethic.”

  “We did. Two mornings in a row she had morning sickness. Throwing up, tired, the whole nine. But come showtime, she stepped up to the plate. No crying, complaining, no excuses. She just got on her grind. Now to answer your last question. We need to arrange the video shoot and get that out of the way. That’s going to be the most strenuous. She said being in the studio working on a single and the album is lightweight. So after that we need to make sure she takes it easy. Just interviews and stuff like that.”

  “Aiight, then. Sounds like a plan.” Kaylin smiled at her.

  “You got Papi straight?”

  “Oh yeah. That nigga is hungry. He’s ready to grind nonstop. And marketing is already talking to iTunes.”

  “Good. Now is this meeting adjourned?” she wanted to know.

  “Endorsements,” he reminded her.

  “I pitched a couple of companies on her being a spokesperson for the Twix white chocolate bar, Reese’s white chocolate cups, and Dove Bar ice cream. Oh, and I’m waiting on Vanilla Coke to get back with me. I got marketing working on putting sumthin together for Motorola ring tones and MAC cosmetics. I’m getting ready to get this little white chick paid. America is getting ready to fall in love with her,” Angel stated with confidence. “So I’m excited just like you. How does it feel to be legal, nigga?”

  “Feels great.”

  “I’m happy for you. But right now Mami would like to count some sheep. Anything else?”

  “Can I get a little somethin’ somethin’ before you fall into that deep, deep comalike slumber?” He began running his hand up and down her thigh, knowing that he was getting ready to get what he wanted.

  “A little somethin’, huh?”

  “Yeah, just a little somethin’ to help you fall asleep.” He leaned over and tenderly kissed her lips.

  “I don’t need help falling asleep.”

  “Yes, you do, you just don’t know it.” He kissed her again. “I’ma show you that you need help. Then in the morning you can thank Daddy.”

  “Whatever, Kaylin.” She giggled as her arms creeped around his neck. He pulled her on top of him, reached over, and turned out the night-light.

  Angel was seated in the back of the limo, sandals off, feet propped up on the seat. She was totally relaxed and had enjoyed the trip immensely. It was indeed one for the memory archives.

  Kaylin was still getting the artists, luggage, and everything else together; she picked up her cell but wasn’t ready to check voice mails or e-mails but instead dialed her mom and then said she would call Tasha.

  As soon as her mother picked up, she sang, “Mommy, we’re back. And I brought you back some trinkets that are gonna make you tell everyone that I’m the bestest child in the whole wide world,” she teased.

  “You are, baby. Believe me when I say it. You are,” Mrs. Smith responded dryly.

  “What’s the matter, Mom? What did Carmen do this time?” She sighed. “Where is she?” Mrs. Smith didn’t respond. “Ma, where is she?” Angel was now sitting up on the edge of the seat. “Is she all right, Ma?”

  “I guess she is,” she finally answered.

  “What do you mean, you guess she is?”

  “Well, she sent me money last week and called to see if I got it. She took off the same day that you did.”

  “Ma!” Angel yelled. “Why are you just telling me this? I told you how to get in touch with me in case of an emergency,” she scolded her mother.

  “Chile, please. I told you that I was tired of that girl. She is not going to give me a heart attack and put me in an early grave.”

  “Where is she, Ma?”

  Mrs. Smith exhaled. “Somewhere with Keenan.”

  Angel could have sworn that her heart stopped beating and time stopped.

  Chapter 12

  Almost a half hour later, Kaylin jumped into the limo. Damn. I hate unorganized muthafuckas!” He leaned over and kissed Angel hard on her cheek. Usually she would smack him when he did that, but her gaze remained fixed straight ahead.

  “I know you do, baby, but still you gotta delegate. Just stay on top of those who you delegate the work to,” she mumbled.

  He looked her face over. “Yo, beautiful, what’s the matter with you? What the fuck happened in the last forty-five minutes?”

  “I called Mommy.” Angel bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying not to flip out.

  “And?”

  “My sister.”

  “What she do?”

  “She left home the same day we left.”

  “Damn. So where she at? You want me to go get her? Just say the word.”

  “Oh, that’s the least of the drama. You’re gonna love the rest.”

  The limo was finally pulling out of the airport.

  “C’mon, Red, spit the shit out.”

  “She’s hanging with Keenan.”

/>   “You killin’ me, Ma.”

  “I’m killing myself. My mom said that she had the nerve to send some money and call to see if she got it.”

  “Where the fuck are they?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Baby, this may be the break that I’ve been looking for. You gotta find out where she is.”

  “How am I supposed to do that? This nigga … he knows how I feel about my sister, he’s fuckin’ with me, Kaylin, don’t you see it?” She finally could no longer fight back the tears. “That’s my damn sister,” she sobbed. “There’s no telling what the fuck he has her doing.”

  “Sssh, baby, I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s just that I want this nigga so bad but he keeps slippin’ and slidin’ right through my damn fingers. Nobody has been able to get a real solid lead on him. But if I gotta use your sister, then so be it. You understand?” She nodded yes. “Baby, I am going to put this muthafucka to sleep,” he stated with conviction.

  “I know him, Kaylin. And I know he’s saying the same thing about you. Oh God,” she groaned, as reality instantly hit her. “I don’t know what I would do if sumthin happened to her … or you, Kaylin.” She placed a hand over her mouth as the tears cascaded down her cheeks.

  “Baby, it’s gonna be all right. I just gotta move smart.” He wiped her tears away.

  “I don’t believe this shit.” She looked over at Kaylin.

  “Oh, he’s gonna get handled, baby. I need you to chill out. And your sister, is she trying to get your attention or what?”

  “I don’t know.” Angel sighed heavily. “I don’t know what the fuck is her problem.”

  “Let me make a few phone calls. Do you have a picture of her?”

  “No, not a recent one,” she sniffed. “Why?”

  “I need to get it to my peeps.”

  “You know where he is?” she snapped. “When were you going to tell me?”

  “I heard he was down in Miami. But they haven’t been able to give me anything more definitive.”

  She rolled her eyes at him, then picked up her phone and dialed her mother.

  “Hey, Mommy, it’s me. I need a recent picture of Carmen. Can you get that ready for me? I’ll be down to see you tomorrow.”

  “If I’m not here I’ll leave it on the kitchen table. I’m thinking about changing the locks. What do you think?”

  “If that’s what you feel you gotta do, Mommy, then do it. I need to know where Carmen is. How did she send you the money?”

  “She wired it to me.”

  “Where did it come from?”

  “Right here in Jersey.”

  Angel sucked her teeth. “That bastard knows that he isn’t anywhere near Jersey. He had someone else send it.” She was talking out loud to herself. “Anyway, it’s important that we find out where she is,” she said with urgency. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. Love you, Mom.”

  “Love you too, baby. And listen, don’t stress about your sister. Because I damn sure ain’t.”

  No sooner had they got settled into the house than the phone started ringing. Angel was already coming out of her clothes and heading for the Jacuzzi.

  “I got it!” Kaylin yelled as he picked up the phone. “Hello.”

  “Hi, Dad,” Malik said with excitement.

  “Malik, what’s up? We missed you.”

  “Can I come over?”

  Kaylin looked at his watch. “It’s almost ten o’clock, why aren’t you in bed?”

  “'Cause I was waiting on you.”

  “Why didn’t you call me on the cell phone? We just got in the house.”

  “Dad, I did. You didn’t pick it up. Red didn’t neither.”

  “My bad. They must have been off. I’ll come and get you in the morning, is that cool?”

  “Aww, Dad,” he said in defeat.

  “It’s late, little man. First thing tomorrow, call me, and I’ll come scoop you up. Aiight?”

  “Whatever,” he mumbled under his breath.

  “What? Watch your mouth, Malik!”

  “Okay, Dad. Did you bring me sumthin back?”

  “Yeah.” Kaylin was trying not to laugh.

  “Did Red?”

  “Yeah, little man. Have you been on your best behavior?”

  “Yes, Dad,” he said dryly.

  “I’m going to ask your mother when I come over there. You brushed your teeth?”

  “Yes, Dad.”

  “Aiight, then. I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

  “Can I speak to Red, please?”

  “What for?”

  “I want to come over tonight.”

  “Malik. What did I just say?”

  “In the morning,” he whined.

  “All right, then. Good night.”

  “Night, Dad.”

  Kaylin hung up the phone shaking his head, thinking how Malik never ceased to amaze him.

  Kaylin decided to go into his playroom, down in the basement. He had a full entertainment center, a flat-screen plasma TV, a minibar, a couple of weight benches, a full bathroom with a Jacuzzi, a laundry room, and a refrigerator. Plus, he could blaze up the purple haze without Angel complaining about it making her nauseated.

  Snake.

  His face popped up in his mind as he looked around his second sanctuary and dimmed the lights. He took off his sweat suit jacket, pulled off his T-shirt, and got in position to do some pushups. Up … down … up … down … he pushed, faster and faster.

  Snake.

  He thought about how it was going to feel to put a couple of bullets into his head, and a smile lit up his eyes. He pushed up … down … up … down.

  Losing count, but coming to a halt when he felt the beginning of a burn, he stood up, wiped his face with his T-shirt. Going over to the bar, he poured himself a glass of Hennessey, blazed up a blunt, and grabbed a pool stick.

  Snake. That muthafucka got mad jokes, he thought to himself. He threw the Henny back and knocked the rest of the blunt off. By the time he cleared everything off the table except for the eight ball, he was feeling nice. Laying the pool stick on the table, he took off the rest of his clothes and went to indulge in a nice hot shower.

  As the hot water massaged his head, neck, shoulders, and back he strategized on how he could quickly put Snake to sleep. Soaping up once and then rinsing off, he stepped out, lit another blunt, took a couple of pulls, and put it out. He brushed his teeth and rinsed with some mouthwash. Since there were no towels in the bathroom he left the basement dripping wet and butterball naked.

  When he walked into the bedroom, it was dimly lit with a red light. Angel had on a caramel see-through negligee that was held closed with a small ribbon across her chest. She had on a pair of caramel stilettos and was leaned back on the bed playing in her pussy.

  Kaylin licked his lips as his dick slowly began to rise. “Yo, hold up, Daddy’s here. Let Daddy handle that pussy.”

  “I didn’t think you wanted it, as long as you were talking,” she purred, but didn’t stop trying to get herself off.

  Kaylin began stroking himself as he walked over to the bed.

  “Oooh, that’s what I’m talking about.” Angel panted as his dick was staring her in the face. She leaned up, getting into position, and took his dick with her free hand. She raised the three fingers she pulled from her pussy and gently painted Kaylin’s lips with her juices. He wasted no time, sucking and licking her creamy juices off her fingers, one by one.

  “Now … that’s the shit I’m talking about.” He sucked them clean. She pulled them out of his mouth and delicately glossed them over his lips. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stroked him with both hands before wrapping her soft, pouty lips over the head. Both hands still stroking, she licked, sucked on the head and stroked him until the dick seemed to swell to another size. Smiling at her handiwork she looked up at Kaylin. His eyes were closed and his arms were bent, just like D’Angelo’s were when he was getting his dick
sucked in his video.

  How Does It Feel? Angel began to lightly massage his balls while trying to suck the skin off his dick.

  “Ooooohhh … shit!” Kaylin’s voice went up a notch. He placed both hands on top of her head and began fucking her throat. “Red, baby … oh, fuck!” he grunted, his voice dropping down an octave, as her bobbing head deep-throated almost all of him. When she felt his balls tense up, she released him slowly until his dick was free and it was spitting all over her lips, face, neck, and breast.

  “Got damn … fuck!” he groaned as his knees gave out and he almost tumbled on top of her. “Shit,” he panted as he fell over onto his back. Angel immediately leaned over and sucked whatever was left off before crawling up and kissing his lips and allowing him to taste the fruits of her labor. He smeared his cream all over her breasts and then smacked her ass.

  She crawled up and got in position to sit on his face. With her up on her knees, Kaylin looked up at her pussy. “Damn, it’s beautiful,” he whispered as she eased her pussy down to his tongue. Her breathing got heavy and thick as he blew on her swelled pearl. He slithered his tongue around and down before entering every inch of it inside her tight, juicy walls, deeply giving her a tongue-lashing. Throwing her head back, she begged, “Suck this shit, nigga.” He grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezed them, and began eating her pussy as if he was trying to win a custard pie eating contest. Because she was pregnant her pussy was fat, warm, and tasty and Kaylin couldn’t get enough of it.

  “Get it, nigga! Right … there … fuck,” she squealed in pleasure as he vigorously licked her clit. “Sw … ee … t Je … su … s, don’t’ stop … r-right there.” Her orgasm started from her ass, shot up to her stomach, and then swarmed across her pussy, causing it to contract, jump, and twitch as she screamed and ground her pussy into Kaylin’s mouth.

  “F-fuck,” she finally screamed out as Kaylin continued to lap up her creamy white liquid. “Oh my God,” she whimpered. Now it was her turn to collapse onto her back. “I love you,” she panted. “Damn, I fuckin’ love you.”