Loving a Colombian Cartel Thug 2 (Loving a Columbian Cartel Thug)

by K'Aliyah Knight

  “A’ight,” I shrug. Don’t really know anything, but its whateva as always.

  ~~~

  We get to the mall. The stores are packed with clothing and jewels that have my bottom lip dropped. I thought dude would take me to one of the hip hop stores. Instead, my Tio is finna pay big bucks for a few boring ass questions as we step inside of one of the sadity stores Rocky always shops at.

  Santi takes a seat on a red satin chair and the attendant hands him a glass of wine. I start into one of the dressing rooms.

  “Toi?”

  “Yeah!” I roll my eyes. Trying on one of the outfits with a beautiful short, silk red skirt. Wish my dude was alive so I could wear it for him.

  “Come out, please. Let me see what you have on.”

  “It's just a mini... uh…it’s a skirt and I uh...” I start to explain, but stop. He doesn’t need to see the tiny top that I had picked for it. “Lemme put my uniform top back on, just a sec.”

  “Lemme see...” he sounds semi-impatient.

  I step out, one forearm around my bare abdomen and the other around my lace bra. Even though I had on a bikini last week in front of everyone, this makes my stomach clench.

  He smiles and tells me I'm beautiful in a way that you could only get lost in his eyes. I blush and go back into the changing room. A few seconds later, I ask “Can I have it then?”

  “Yes of course, mi bonita.”

  I’m smiling ear to ear. One day I’ma have to sneak out this skirt and wear it.

  Then Santi says, “Will you try this on also?”

  A dress is tossed over the partition.

  Uncle Santi likes to look at the finer things, but I almost gasp. I snatch it up. It's a sheer material. I speak straight through the changing room door. “Tio, I don't think... Moms would slap the dog shit out of me. Lorenzo would kill me. Matter fact, if he knew I was telling everything that was happening in the house right now, he'd be pissed.”

  His shiny alligator shoes appear, so I know Santi is leaning against the other side. He whispers, “Toi, you have the perfect body for it. I’m sure you’re smart enough to wear it without them seeing.”

  So I sigh. Suck that shit up. And try to figure out how to fit in this tiny ass stripper-hoe dress.

  “Now come out, Toi. I need to see you.”

  Chapter 30

  ROCKWELL

  “I fucking hate you, Lorenzo!” I use all my strength to sock him in the face, but he blocks that shit. The nigga moves too fast. He's damn near in the hallway as I yell from the den.

  “Rocky, bae.” He comes back slowly. “I'm sorry.”

  “Nah, I fucking hate you. Stupid muthafucka. Mama Rita, I swear before God, I’ma murk Renzo!” What this nigga putting me through, makes me want to cry.

  “Rocky, shuddup man.” Lorenzo shakes his head like his feelings are hurt.

  “Yes baby,” Rita rubs my face. “We need you to stop talking and breathe. Let's go outside and walk. You aren’t dilated enough.”

  “I can't fucking breathe. I'm dying,” half bent over, I grab at my stomach as another labor pain blazes through my body. Then I start to fall and Lorenzo grabs me up. I feel like a big fat, piggly wiggly as I breathe all heavy. He rubs my face and finally my hand connects with his. I slap the shit out of him. But he just tells me it's going to be okay.

  “Nigga, fuck you! I need medicine. Shoot me up!” I look over at Blu and Lakitha as they come in.

  “You said you wanted to go the natural route.” Lakitha states matter-of-factly. She tells me some bullshit she has been reading from a birthing book.

  “C'mon, let's lay her down in the guest room. The doctor is almost here,” Rita mentions.

  “Don't touch me.” I snap at Lorenzo. I think if this nigga never ever touches me again, it wouldn't be too soon.

  ~~~

  Hours later a soft breeze rustles across my skin and I wake up to see the sheer canopy around me in the downstairs guestroom.

  “Lorenzo... Bae,” I call, watching him napping on the chair by the door. His large body, almost like a linebacker, is so big and sexy in the chair.

  “Damn, Rocky, you ready to cuss me out and beat me up again?” he asks in this groggy, sexy voice.

  “No.” I look at him funny, trying to figure out what he’s talking about then the hard day comes back to me. Besides giving him two baby girls I tried to give him a black eye. “Bae, I’m sorry.”

  There are scratches on his neck. Usually those come from those hard, tap out type of fucking that I go crazy over. Not today tho.

  “I heard voices and these babies are hungry!” Lakitha steps inside with one of my girls and then Toi with the other. The babies are a dark caramel with dark Latin features. Curly thick jet-black hair like Lorenzo's, if the nigga would ever let his grow. Gorgeous almond eyes. The oldest has a Marilyn Monroe beauty mark above her lip but besides that Lisa and Lila are the same.

  Rita comes in with a towel over her shoulder, looking just as tired as the doctor who follows.

  “Rocky, you ready to feed your babies?” Mama Rita asks, with a sleepy smile. She flips back the covers and her eyes widen, I don’t even notice as she mentions all the blood.

  “No, mommy I want to go back to sleep,” I reply. I'm dazed and then out.

  Chapter 31

  LORENZO.

  I’m out of my seat in seconds, as the doctor pulls his phone out to call for a paramedic. When I rush toward Rocky, Moms yells at me to go.

  “Rocky!” I shout as Moms pushes me back. Lakitha takes the other baby from Blu, and Blu comes to help Rita, like I’m a muthafuckin’ irrelevant

  “Fuck that!” I shout as they scream at me to get out. “What’s wrong?”

  Now my babies are crying. I need Rocky to open up her eyes and talk to me.

  “Mr. Medina,” the doctor begins. He’s half concerned about Rockwell, and concerned about helping my family get me out the room.

  “Aye brah.” Popeye enters. “Come outside and holla at ya boy for a quick minute.”

  I look back at the bed. Rocky won't wake up. She won’t speak. She won't say shit. Cuss a nigga out. Try to slap me. Nothing!

  ~~~

  We’re standing in the best hospital the town has to offer. But I know this ain't shit compared to the States. Woulda had a helicopter ride to a better, neighboring hospital but my family doctor was against the timeframe. I pull wads and wads of money from my pockets. I need my baby to feel better. Right now! I’ve already been kicked out of the operation wing, and the security guard looks ready to put me out of the building. But around here, they know me as part of Mendoza De Dios, so the security guard, keeps alternating from bucking up to backing the fuck down.

  “Lorenzo...” Olivia calls out to me from the front lobby. “Hey, I've been calling you.”

  “Not right now,” I snap. Shit! I had just gotten Janyca to get an abortion a few months back, all over some fucking apple juice. Janyca surprisingly continued on with business, knowing money was more important than complicating shit. I was never finna tell Rocky about Janyca getting pregnant, even if the timing didn’t make me look like a cheater. But this bitch?

  This fucking moment? Got a nigga ready to sue Trojan condoms.

  “Lorenzo Junior is sick.” The bird still steps up to me as if the look on my face doesn’t mean shit.

  “Bitch, disappear. Go find his muthafuckin’ padre!”

  “I can't afford the medicine. Please just come... Come look at him. He's barely 2 months old. He's got a disorder.”

  I'm two seconds from popping the stupid off this hoe’s face for stepping up to me while my Baby Mama, my best friend, is fighting for her life. But Olivia’s grandparents come down the hall crying. The abulitos eyes are gunning for me.

  “Your son has been here for a week! A whole week! And you–” The little old lady is so angry she can't speak. Damn, reminds me of my abuelita. The old man looks almost like my grandpa León too, but he’s heard of my name, but the bitch is too afraid t
o tell me how he really feels.

  “Here,” I hand Olivia a stack of cash, and start out of the place.

  Chapter 32

  Olivia.

  My chanting comes in waves. I’ve prayed tirelessly for Lorenzo Junior to live. The hospital has quieted down and I give my fragile baby one more kiss on the cheek before stepping out the room.

  Patting the money in my jeans pocket, I’m happy that this was enough to pay for the hospital stay, medicine, and still be set for a while. Even though Lorenzo dissed me by shoving this money in my face as if I’m not shit, I know one day we can work this out.

  I smile. And the words mi abuelita said are gone to me. She blamed me for Lorenzo Junior’s sickness. She said I was just like mi Madre.

  But right now as I step toward that bitch’s room, I pray to God to keep my baby safe and forgive me for this one last hex that I plan to put on Rockwell. She almost died giving birth, as I wanted. Now I need the strength for a follow through…

  Chapter 33

  ROCKWELL

  It's almost 6 weeks and if you know what that means, then you know a nigga does to. Lorenzo has been the best daddy ever. If I thought Raphael was one for those first few months in Italy, I'm wrong! We tag team Lisa and Lila on a daily! Even though I didn't get to breast-feed them because I was recovering in the hospital for a while. Now I'm on a mission to get my body tight and looking right!

  So as my nigga sleeps from last night’s Bombay head game, I sneak out. Dressed in tennis shoes, shorts and a camisole, I get to pounding the pavement around the back of the pool house. The sun is barely peaking over the vibrant green mountaintops as I head down the stairs to the beach.

  “Rocky! Rocky!”

  I usually enjoy my mornings alone ,so I sprint harder thinking its one of Lorenzo’s goons. One of these damn thugs are always following me everywhere I go. Then my bottom lip drops as Chuey catches up with me. Wow. I had met him a little over a year ago when Lorenzo came back in to my life. Renzo had kidnapped me and Junior. Chuey had always been super flirty, but funnier than a headliner comedian at The Improv.

  “Damn, you nigga,” I try to swat him. He has me looking bad as he runs backward in just basketball shorts. I'm trying not to look at the sweat glistening off his chiseled chest. I stop. Don’t wanna be breathing hard, since I'm just about tired anyway. This was supposed to be my first hardcore workout since delivery. “When you get here?”

  “Late last night,” Chuey says, flashing a perfect row of teeth against his chocolate skin tone. “Lorenzo didn't tell you? Nah you was probably knocked out.” He chuckles keeping step next to me as I power walk. “I met the two most beautiful girls in the world last night.”

  “Oh really?” I smile, knowing he's speaking of the twins.

  “As their Godfather, you should know that I don't take that status lightly.”

  “Uh…” Now, Chuey can be funny, but this isn’t a joke. How did Lorenzo tell this dude he would be our kids Godfather without consulting me?

  Chuey stops right in front of me. He looks me up and down in my shorts and camisole. “Damn Rocky, sweat glistening everywhere. What you tryna do lose that fat ass?”

  “Excuse you?”

  “Dang. That's a compliment.”

  I wave him off, knowing he's playing, but for a second I was stuck on the fact that I’ve been trying to lose these last 10 pounds. “With you here, I know I won’t be able to lose any weight. Don’t tell Mama Rita.” I pretend to look around with a smile, “Some of your dishes can rival hers.”

  “Damn ma. You tryna get us both murdered by Mama Rita. I could go back to Hoover.”

  “Not till I get some enchiladas,” I chuckle as he pretends to pout. “No really, you are going to come over our house to cook a few meals while you’re here tho?”

  “Yeah. I'm staying with you. Rocky yo’ ass is sleep before the sun goes down.” He shakes his head. “Then you wake up at the crack of dawn to work out when that body is everything.”

  “Um hmmm. It's been months since I've seen you, but I can recall all the moves you've tried to pull. Conveniently, whenever Lorenzo isn't around.”

  “C'mon, big booty.” He starts running again. I sigh and try to keep up.

  Chapter 34

  CHUEY.

  Every time I look into Rocky’s hazel eyes, I want her even more. She ain't that bad bitch type. She's that lace a ring on the finger, lock down type. Seems like her smile is just for me. So I weasel her into coming to work out with me tomorrow. As I hang out with Lorenzo and them, all I can do is think about her.

  When Lorenzo had gotten her back from Ganza, she had on this see-through dress. Good Lawd, I wanted to fuck her on the spot but kept it cool. As if I hadn’t wanted her before, at that moment, I desired her more than anything in this world.

  I tell myself that she's Lorenzo's girl. My best friend’s girl. My blood’s bitch. Yeah, told myself that when we first met. She and Lorenzo were beefing about him just being in Junior’s life. Now as I tell myself the same old lines, I have to believe that shit.

  That doesn't stop me from wanting her.

  So I sneak away from the domino game. It's past ten. Rocky is sleep. I head upstairs. Remembering when my father owned this crib. The muthafucka is so paranoid. I could only imagine that Santiago still has eyes and ears on this place as I go to the last room on the left. It's a cleaning closet. I step inside and close the door. Turning slowly in the small, confined area, I open up the contraption and see a grip of videos rolling. I grab the one that I need and quickly head to my bedroom.

  When I sink down in the bed and turn on the DVD, it's on their empty bedroom. Then I see some action. Rocky walking in and out to the bathroom in her panties and bra. I speed forward to see what's going to happen. Nothing, damn. Then I rewind and watch her beautiful shapely body again…

  Chapter 35

  TOI

  Nino… I-am-telling-you, any day of the week this nigga can get it. Met the dude a few hours ago, and right now he’s been on my mind as a constant. Stepping up the stairs, I had just slipped into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I moved quietly past the guys’ domino game. Now my paranoid ass stops thinking about Nino for a second as I look down the dark hallway. Thought I saw the hall closet door open and close.

  I step toward the door to check, but then my mind goes back to Nino. So we meet after my uncle’s latest questioning me. I’m beginning to think Santi ass is crazy. Maybe he just likes to know what everybody is doing. That’s some rich dude shit, prolly. Is he wondering if Lorenzo is going to fuck him over? Nah, he doesn’t even ask about what Lorenzo does. At least I don’t think because he asks so many questions at once.

  So anyway, Santi had been dropping me off back at school right before the bell rang, in order to get my little sister, Lorenza, ready to go home. I see this dude walking down the street.

  Nino stepped up to me, speaking Spanish. My lips were set to say something sexy in English. Ol’ boy didn’t look Colombian. Not at all. He has dark chocolate skin with neat, thick cornrows that travel all down his back. His lips were inviting me to kiss him, but I didn’t know what the fuck he was saying!

  “Damn, girl, you don’t speak Spanish, huh?” Nino finally asked, his sexy dark eyes twinkling as if he was amused.

  “Nah,” my eyebrow rose. “How you do know English?”

  He shrugged, “Lil Wayne, Drake, Television… But that’s whatever, look, what’s your name?”

  “Antoinetta Medina.” My stupid ass gave him my entire government. He took my hand and kisses it.

  “Nino.”

  Damn, I sigh… this is a smooth nigga. He talks to me softly, like he can’t wait for something, and if so, I don’t mind dropping my thong for him anytime of the week. Seems like we talked forever but it was only two minutes. Tomorrow I will see him again.

  Chapter 36

  LORENZO.

  Damn, lil mama got my dick hard as a mutherfucka. Now Rocky got that head game popping. I taught her well. Bu
t it's been a cool minute since I've tasted that sweet pussy and I've been dreaming about diving right in those wet walls for weeks.

  She comes out the bathroom in lingerie. “Rocky, you know I’m finna rip that right off you.”

  “Boy please.” She steps up to me in a million dollar pair of diamond-encrusted stilettos.

  “Lay back Renzo...” Rocky says, biting her lip.

  I lean back in bed, smiling like I am that nigga.

  “How much do you love me?” Rocky asks, climbing on the bed and kissing my chest.

  “More than you know, Rocky. I love you.” I reach up.

  “Unh-uhn bae,” she pushes me back and. Those sweet pillow lips keep going down. Rockwell teases, “Bae, you want this pussy, don't you?”

  “That's papi’s pussy girl. Quit playing.” I try to grab her hips, but Rocky swats my hands.

  I know she's a little scared about fucking since having the kids, but I'm about to romance the fuck outta that pussy.

  Then there's banging on the door.

  “Bro- bro!” Popeye calls.

  Rocky giggles as I take the opportunity to flip her on her back. “Nah, nigga not now,” I shout, looking down at the best fuck face in the world.

  “Right now, my nig’! Buck the fuck up!”

  I sigh and roll over. Popeye ain't been on in a while but when he says that I know some shit went down.

  “Lorenzo, bae, what's wrong?” Rockwell asks with a pout.

  “Some muthafucka must be dead or wanna be.” I shrug.

  Soon as said I'm wishing I never let the words out of my mouth.

  Chapter 37

  RITA.

  When Lorenzo and Popeye pack up to leave, I can just imagine Blu grabbing her burner and getting ready to head out with her big bro to vindicate all the deaths that just happened at the trap house in Hoover.

  “Why aren't you going?” I ask Chuey as the Escalade speeds down the road.