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

by K'Aliyah Knight

  Rita’s face snaps back like she’s been slapped. Even she hadn’t expected that as she looks up baffled.

  Rockwell leans against the banister asking, “So you really didn’t know, Lorenzo was with Olivia while I was getting a blood transfusion!”

  “Rocky, don’t believe that bitch,” Rita says.

  But my girl is already turning around to go back for more clothes.

  “Lemme explain,” I start up the stairs as Rockwell comes back to throw down another piece of luggage.

  “Explain this! I'm done, booboo! You got you a Junior and a cute little bitch. Lemme move out and they can move right on in.”

  “Nah, ma you ain't going a got damn place.” I finally make it up the stairs, and for the life of me don’t know how she packed all this stuff. I was left outside for less than 60 seconds.

  Rocky chuckles leaning down the banister. “Not me, booboo. But me and my three kids. Homie!”

  “Rockwell, we told you that's not his child,” Moms tries again.

  “Yeah, I bet it ain't. I bet you would do anything for Lorenzo that's ya blood.”

  Rockwell goes off talking about how she doesn't have any family. She’s in a different country. Millions of miles away from home. NO fucking family!

  “Where the fuck you think I went? I just marked the bitch that killed your mother Rockwell,” I shout.

  “Bye with that. You retaliated since Tamms had your trap house burnt down with a grip of niggas locked inside! Yeah, you had to show just how hard you are!” She starts for the nursery.

  “What the fuck? Man, soon as I met you here, I was finna go back and kill Tamms! But you said don’t leave,” I talk as Rockwell switches that fat ass on down the hall. “Where you fucking going, Rockwell?”

  “I’m going to pack up my girls,” Rocky smirks, then she screams for Junior to come up stairs, “Junior, Junior! Come get ready, Junior!”

  “You ain't fucking leaving!” I laugh at Rockwell stupid ass. Always wanna buck up on a nigga. I step into Lila and Lisa’s room. It’s a 1500 square feet, one half is painted purple and the other is pink. There are real-diamond studded princess crowns painted on the walls. Their cribs are silver and all glitzed out. Sitting on the rocking chair, I watch her pack up a grip of onesies and Huggies. Baby Burberry outfits get stuffed into Louis Vuitton luggage.

  When Rockwell thinks she’s ready to go, I snatch her ass up and take her to our bedroom. Lock the door and look down at her.

  Voice calm, looking in Rocky’s eyes, I tell her, “Ma, I’ve had a bad day. Don’t try me.” Simple as that.

  My stomach is growling and I’ve been on a long flight. I move toward the door. As I begin to open it, Rockwell says. “Next time you gone, best believe me and my kids gone too.”

  “Before you can bust a move, Rocky, I will get you or have one of my dudes escort you home.” I close the door behind me and start down the stairs. That dramatic shit ain’t for me, so I hope Rockwell understands what I just said. For her sake.

  Chapter 42

  BLU

  I just knew somebody in the house would be getting it in tonight. My girl and my brah ‘sho ain’t and I have been in bed ever since I heard the commotion. Was finna grab my gun but saw Olivia hoeing ass through the window and snuck back over to the pool house to pretend to be having severe menstrual cramps. Man, I can’t put Popeye through this anymore.

  Every time I think to tell him what’s wrong with me, I chicken out again.

  So I lay in bed, read my Bible and must have fallen asleep.

  ~~~

  The next morning, I stretch while walking through the upstairs hall. Phillip’s bed is already made up. The house is quiet till I step into the kitchen. Popeye is sitting there eating a bowl of cereal and tells me Rita took all the kids this morning to this old village where she lived as a child before my abuelo León came up.

  “Can we take a nice walk on the beach today?” I ask.

  “Is that what you want?” Popeye doesn’t even sound interested.

  “Maybe a romantic picnic?” I add.

  “Nah, maybe we shouldn’t even do the romantic stuff,” Popeye takes a big bite of Captain Crunch and adds, “I’m not feeling what you going through Blu. I’ma be 100 with you, even though you ain’t. Met this cute stewardess on the way home. Got her digits just in case you decided to act like you’ve been for months. And you did.”

  I stand there stunned as he gets up. The old me would have cussed his ass out for pulling this stunt. He’s dressed in new jeans and a new red polo, looking good and smelling even better for another bitch. Popeye’s eyes test me to say something.

  “Enjoy yaself…” I murmur, stepping back out of the kitchen before my eyes can burn with tears. Like I had told myself before when he had Lauren telling Phillip that I beat him as a child and all that bullshit, I tell myself that Popeye deserves to be happy.

  After he heads out, I put on some clothes and grab my purse. I’ll take that walk, clear my head, and maybe I’ll pray that Popeye finds himself a good woman soon. Lord knows I never made a good wife. Drake’s ‘Doing It Wrong’ comes to mind as I take to the sand.

  Chapter 43

  ROCKWELL.

  Damn, I blew up yesterday. My stomach starts growling and I know I've slept for almost a day. It's past 1 pm. When I get downstairs the house is empty. I know Lorenzo slept with me last night, but I can't. I just can't with him right now. So I get up and make myself breakfast. There’s a note on the marble countertop about Rita taking all the kids. A full day thing so I could rest. She said Lorenzo would be back this evening and I can read between the lines. That's her son, she will always look out for him.

  Grabbing a smoothie, I go put on a white swimsuit so I can do a few refresher laps. I feel so ugly. How could he not put a glove on? Man, fuck that, I know it can’t be that Renzo cheated. I was still married when I got pregnant with the twins, and that little boy had to be a little older than our girls’. The part that hurts the most: How could Lorenzo be with another girl while I’m in the hospital, not knowing if I would live or die?

  While swimming back and forth, I wonder is this the life I'm to lead? Can’t go back home to the States. But I don’t have my designer store anymore. I do still have the $150 G’s of insurance money from when Raphael burnt down my store, but that’s the only thing I had to leave to my son. Now I have two daughters. Lorenzo can give them everything. I can’t give my babies shit.

  Oh God, I’m fully dependent on him.

  After doing about 20 laps, my phone buzzes on the side of the pool. I swim over to see who is calling. My bestie! I try to wipe my wet hands on the big boulders, and then grab it. “Hey, girl,” I answer, hefting myself out the pool.

  I take a seat on a plush wicker chair as Elisha tries to mend my broken soul.

  “Elisha, I’m so stuck.”

  “Awww, boo, you know I’m there for you, girl. Lorenzo says he wasn’t fucking with that girl while you were in the hospital,” Elisha tries. “Wish I hadn’t started this new job, you know I need to come see you and my God babies.”

  Damn, everybody is claiming my children as God babies, when I just wanted Popeye and Blu… But I sigh and reply, “Yeah, E, I’m proud of you with that new Wells Fargo Teller job, so wait a while before you come.” I lean back in the sun and almost grimace. I guess I can have Elisha and Nelly be the Godparents too. “Elisha, I just took these long laps in the pool and can’t stop thinking. I hear Santi is married with kids, but I ain't ever seen his family. He always has some young hoe on his arms. Will that be Lorenzo in 10 years? I can't live with that.”

  “Don’t worry, Rocky,” is all she can say. Elisha usually can’t stop talking, but I know she has no come back to this bit of truth.

  “Girl, forget about me. How is Nelly doing?” I ask about one of Lorenzo’s Hoover crew, and her nigga.

  Elisha gets talkative about their relationship for a while. We finish the call and I take to the pool, swimming hard and fast.

 
; I’m working my body to the bone, trying not to think about Lorenzo. Then I feel somebody watching me. I was spooked till I notice that it’s just Chuey.

  “I thought you left with Lorenzo?”

  “Nah, just came from my mom’s house.” He always looks at me but then shows me enough respect to look away. Dang, I heard he had a sick mom, so I want to give him his space right now but can’t.

  “Chuey wait.” I start up the pool steps. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything, ma.”

  “If I were yours could I be enough.” I start to undo the strings of my bikini. Lorenzo’s words last night, about not letting me leave, but not being loyal have been on my mind all night long “Chuey, we've been working out. Getting me ready for my nigga and I think of you like a brother, but I just want to know. Could I be your woman, no other bitch's, just me?” Damn, that’s a bold ass question. And I’m sensitive about my entire being these days, but he answers it with no hesitation.

  “Mommi, you are so muthafuckin’ fine,” Chuey sighs, saying it in a way that I think any ugly bitch would believe it.

  I drop by bra and bottoms. Leaving myself totally bare to him. Wondering if this observation is enough for him to be sure about his decisions. Since Chuey is always so nice, I want to be sure. “You know my heart; it will always be Lorenzo’s. But if it were yours. And you already know what makes me tick, laugh, and all that. Could you love just one woman if I kept it right, kept it tight?”

  He steps up to me...

  Chapter 44

  CHUEY

  Damn, I can feel every single breath that I take while looking at Rockwell. I reach down less than a foot away from her and grab her towel. “Mommi, if you were mine, I wouldn't even look at not one other bitch. And yes, I know everything about you down to your favorite type of movie, romantic comedy.”

  “You think I'm pretty?” Rocky’s hazel eyes pierce into mine. All she wants to do is know that she is good enough to keep Lorenzo. Damn, the worry in her eyes is enough to make any dude feel bad and go mad. She looks at me like, if we could keep working on her physique, if she could continue to work on her mouthpiece, if she could be enough for that nigga… In Rockwell’s mind, she is so stuck on wanting my big cuzzo that just thinking of it consumes her. Me on the other hand? At this very moment, I could take her down, but she’s so worried that all those hips, those sexy breast and fat ass can’t keep Lorenzo.

  “For all the arguing you do, trying to keep the peace, tryna make sure that nigga stays humane instead of picking up a gun, for every flaw you have, Rockwell,” I begin, reaching behind and wrap the towel around her. A soft body that I would give the world just to touch. “No matter what you do, I would be all about you, if you belonged to me.”

  Relief floods off her shoulders, and I don’t even think lil’ mama knows exactly what I mean at this moment. Yeah, I got a mental shot of her pussy in my mind right now, but I’m still trying to be a gentleman. Soothe the soul of this beautiful, sad woman. “You are everything, Rockwell. Everything any nigga, any real man, could dream of.” It takes all of me not to kiss those lips and violate her body, but I add, “Get dressed, ma. I’ma show you something.”

  “What?” the right side of her mouth curves upward.

  “Something I couldn't show you, looking… like that Rocky,” I chuckle it off, wishing my pipe wasn’t bulging against my jeans. “Ma,” I breathe deeply. “Step up to me like that again and won't be no stopping. I will write my name on the walls of your pussy with my tongue. Because these words mean nothing, I will show you everything. Believe that.”

  Rockwell blushes and then her eyes widen in shock, finally realizing what she’s done. “I'm sorry. God, I think I’m going crazy. I'ma just go somewhere and feel stupid for that.” In her tiny voice she adds, “You won't tell Lorenzo?”

  “Never a snitch, mommi. Get dressed, you’re coming with me.”

  Less than an hour later, Rockwell is sitting in the passenger seat of my Range Rover, wearing a light purple wrap dress that falls against every one of her sexy ass curves.

  “Where are we going, Chuey?” she asks, biting her lip. I can tell lil’ mama is finally getting comfortable with me again. Now I know I could have had Rocky right at that very moment, but I’m that type to wait a while…

  Chapter 45

  BLU

  The sky is a navy blue, with the last bit of the sun casting over the ocean when I come up the beach stairs. Both houses are dark when I make it up to the pool and Jacuzzi level. So nobody is home yet. I slip into the pool house, kitchen sliding glass door, with a doggy bag from a tiny restaurant that I ate at. After putting the food in the fridge, I take a quick shower, and head for the couch.

  It’s late when someone beats on the kitchen door so hard that I almost jump through my own skin, waking up and damn near falling off the couch. My hand goes to the gat underneath my waistband. I’m not used to being home alone. But I breathe easy, seeing Lorenzo in a hoodie and jeans.

  I open up. “Nigga, what?”

  “Rocky with you?”

  “Nah.”

  He comes in anyway.

  “Nigga, I'm not hiding your woman, but she told me about Olivia,” I snap. The look in my eyes tells Lorenzo that he already knows the deal.

  “Blu, stop acting foul.” Lorenzo pauses to rub the back of his neck, thinking overtime.

  Rita starts inside the house. “Y’all know Rockwell wouldn't be out late by herself. I’m getting worried.”

  I sigh. Both of them are amped up. Except, Moms can handle it. Lorenzo acts like he owns Rocky so I guess it's like if somebody robbed from him or he misplaced a thousand kilos of that pure white girl.

  Getting worried for my girl, I dial Popeye. Dang, I was tryna give dude his space. Yeah, I want the best for him, but damn his ass should be home too...

  Chapter 46

  POPEYE

  Warm brown skin, long hair and a sexy ass accent, Yahari ass is easy. Almost makes me wish I was chasing after Blu’s stupid ass like back in the day. But her dome game has me laid back on the couch in the middle of her crib. Eyes glazed over as I bust a nut for the first time in months.

  “Popeye, you...” She searches for the right words in English since she's not well versed. “You hungry?”

  “I could eat.” I follow her naked bubble booty into her tiny kitchen. Soon the spices and seasonings got my stomach growling, even though we had just came back from dinner a while ago. I look at the time. Damn, actually where did the time go. Yahari was stripping for me and it took some real mental work not to bust so quickly when those thick, glossy lips went to my dick.

  My phone begins to ring. I recognize the number as Blu's new cell phone and press ignore.

  “Popeye…eat… taste,” Yahari says in the cutest voice, holding a wooden spoon up to me.

  “Damn, ma, you can burn.” I eat some type of meat. “What is it?”

  “Uh... Kinda like chicken,” she chuckles not knowing the word.

  I think its pork. My phone buzzes again so I put it on vibrate. After the third call I answer, “What!”

  “Nigga, first of all, check ya’self. Second, the next time you ignore my call, I’ma put a gat to that head in your sleep.”

  “Blu, what do you want?” Because it sho’ ain't me?

  “Rockwell is missing.”

  “When’s the last time you seen her?” My eyes are trained on Yahari’s ass as she bends over and puts the dish back into the oven. Can’t barely concentrate because my mind is on hitting it from the back next.

  “Rocky's been gone all day and it's getting late. Are you going to help find her or just continue to freeload off my brother?”

  “Blu!” This damn girl got me so fucking angry, my dick instantly softens. “Aye,” I get ready to tell Blu what’s really good, but–

  CLICK.

  I'm heated as fuck. How she gon’ call me a muthafuckin’ freeloader? I came down here to be emotional support. Lost my fucking job, because I didn
’t have enough vacation time. All to allow Blu to connect with Phillip. Okay maybe I coulda just sent my son down to chill with his mom. But damn. This bitch got me so fucking over her it ain't even funny.

  “Yahari, I’ma have to check out.”

  “But it's...” Her face turns into the cutest puppy dog pout. “You no spend the... sleep?”

  “Nah ma.” I shake my head. I’ma go look for Rockwell since I’ve known her ass since we were kids. Then I'm packing my bags to go home.

  Chapter 47

  ROCKWELL

  Chuey’s hands have a mind of their own as they creep up and down my body. The more I push away from Chuey, the more he tries. Okay, so I didn’t set the rules. Rules that should already be known between a nigga’s female and his family. But I’m so mad at Lorenzo right now that a few stolen caresses against the contours of my breast, hips and ass don’t compare to Lorenzo’s misdeeds. As we dance with my body molded to his, I know Lorenzo would murk us both. No hesitation.

  Damn, can’t even believe we ended up at the club. Well, I really can’t believe that I took a jet ride with him for about 1 hour in the air. He had convinced me that we were going to a fashion show. Which we did. The ambiance of the cultural fashion show had my mind on my old store, and all the designs stuck at the back of my mind. So really, Chuey put me into this comfortable mentality before trying anything. I really enjoyed myself at the fashion event. Who is this nigga before me? He had talked about the sexy models strutting down the runway like he knew a thing or too. Then we had dinner at this very hotel and the music from the club was calling on our way out…

  And then Chuey’s hand creeps into the opening of my wrap dress. My body is on fire as his fingers touch my skin.

  “Stop!” I try to pull away, but he won't let me go. Chuey’s hands grip against the flesh of my inner thigh.

  “Lemme show you what I meant earlier…” he says, with that same sexy Colombian accent that had me on Lorenzo at the age of twelve. Something wants me to really stop Chuey. The part of me that loves Lorenzo with all my heart. But my heart is crushed that Lorenzo was with Olivia while I almost died. And then there’s the jealousy of him having another child named Lorenzo Junior. I fucked up naming our Lorenzo Junior, Raphael Bell Junior, before I got in touch and Lorenzo found out about our son. All those missed years with our Lorenzo Junior makes me want to cry. It’s like Olivia already won, if Lorenzo was by the other Lorenzo’s hospital bed instead of being with me. I’m fucking hating on an innocent ass baby!