by B. , Ivory
Carlos didn’t mean it; but her words hurt him to his heart. How could a woman that was supposed to love him say she wouldn’t give a fuck if he was laid up in a hospital half dead somewhere? With all the stress from the events that took place that night he lost it, and did something he said he would never ever do to Lucky. Lucky let out a thunderous sob that sound as if it came from her soul. She turned around and bolted up the huge staircase sobbing. Carlos started to go after her but he stopped himself, figuring she needed a little time to cool off just as he did. He felt a migraine coming on so he flopped down on the couch placing his elbows to his knees and massaged his temples with his eyes closed. “Damn what the fuck did you do Los?” He spat asking himself a question he had no answer to.
Carlos finally found enough strength to go upstairs and deal with the consequences of his actions. He stood in the doorway of the master suite watching Lucky. She was hysterical. Tears were falling from her face as she blubbered incoherently to herself while she packed. There were clothes strewn all around the bed and floor. He watched as she disappeared into their walk in closet then came back out with her hands full of under garments, carelessly throwing the clothing towards the open suitcase on the bed. Most of the clothing made it into the suitcase while some didn’t causing a big mess. At this point and time Lucky could care less about the mess; all she wanted to do was get away from Carlos. The sight of her packing sent him into panic mode, Lucky had threatened to leave him before but never had she packed. Just as she was turning to head back into the closet for more clothes she caught a glimpse of him in her peripheral view. Lucky turned towards him and glared with tears and snot running down her face. “Don’t you ever put ya fuckin hands on me again Muthatfucka!” Lucky screamed pointing her finger at him accusingly. As she attempted to make her way back towards the closet she stumbled and almost caught raggedy on some of the clothes on the floor, making her cry harder. She was a complete mess just like the room.
Carlos made his way over to Lucky all along scared shitless that she would actually leave him. “Luck let’s calm down ma, we both wildin, let’s just talk for a second,” Los said gently walking to her with his arms open. Lucky sniffled trying to stifle her cries as she gave him an evil glare and took a few steps back. “I’m done Carlos, you gon put ya fuckin hands on me!” “Lucky I’m sorry, please believe me, I’m sorry,” Carlos apologized sincerely never stopping his cautious stride until he was up on her. He wrapped her in his arms, bringing the back of her head to his chest hugging her tight. Lucky tried to resist at first, causing him to tighten his embrace. “I love you Luck, Please don’t go,” Carlos begged. Lucky broke down crying hard, her knees were weak, she felt as if she would fall but Los held her up.“I’m so sorry,” Los whispered in her ear as he rocked back and forth holding her tight. Letting her go he cupped her face in his hands and his heart nearly fell to the floor when he saw his large hand print on the whole right side of her face. His hand had even managed to swell her top lip up. He leaned in and kissed her lips gently as tears formed in his own eyes. Taking her hand into his he walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down pulling her down on his lap. He wrapped both arms around her waist and buried his face into her chest. Lucky sat there stiff at first trying to hold on to her anger but she couldn’t. The love of her life looked so stressed and vulnerable right now, she couldn’t help but to comfort him. Placing her hand on his head she rubbed his head causing her fingers to run over his deep waves, then took her other hand and rubbed his back in circular motions. For a long while they sat there in the comforts of each other’s arms. “My lil homie Rel got shot last night. I been in the hospital all night, he didn’t make it,” Los said in a tone close to a whisper. Lucky’s mouth dropped open in shock; guilt took over her entire body. She hugged Los tight as he sniffled letting a few tears fall for his youngin.
Lucky inhaled deeply as she felt Carlos nibble and tease her nipple through her thin night shirt. He looked up into Lucky’s eyes which mirrored his own red glassy ones before slipping her tongue and laying her down on the bed. The whole argument and fight had her feeling hella vulnerable, and needy. “I’m so sorry baby,” Lucky said through whimpers. “I’m sorry too Lucky Charm’s.” That morning they ended up making love on top of all those clothes, and he made a promise to her and himself that he would never lay hands on her again.
Los didn’t attend Rel’s funeral, he hated funerals. Instead while everyone was at Rel’s funeral Los stopped by Rel’s mother house and left a large bag of money. He knew the money was no consolation to losing a child, but he also knew the money would be a help to her and his seeds. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. He knew that he was the reason Rel was so heavy in the streets and getting paper like he was. Success breeds envy, and someone may have shot him out of jealousy, or to try and rob him. Los couldn’t call it, he never knew Rel to have any enemies. Rel was a good dude that was gone too soon. Laid to rest at the age of 22.
If things couldn’t get worst one of his stash houses got hit the day of Rel’s funeral. Two young niggaz from the Wolf Pack who were guarding the house perished and no one knew who did it. It was obvious someone was gunning for his team but who? How could you really prepare to go to war with an unseen enemy? Los told his team to be on they square while they tried to figure out who was behind this chain of events.
Advice from an OG
“Hey Meek Meek!” Lucky said excitedly as she opened the front door and threw her arms around Tamika. Mika squeezed Lucky excitedly. “Hey Baby girl!” “Thank you so much for coming way out here to do my hair.” “Girl please, it’s no problem, You know I don’t mind coming out to this bad ass house,” Mika said watching Lucky lock the door with multiple bolts then punch in a code on the security pad to activate the alarm. They walked through the huge foyer into the kitchen. “Meek you want anything to drink or eat?” “No I’m straight. So we gonna do your hair in here right?” Tamika asked looking around the large kitchen. “Yup,” Lucky said grabbing a stool and sitting in it. Once Lucky sat down Mika combed through Lucky’s long tresses with her hands from the roots to the mane over and over again. “Luck when’s the last time we permed you?” “Uhh, I don’t know, it was a while ago,” Lucky confessed. “Well today is the day, we gon relax you. So what’s up baby girl?” Mika asked as she worked her magic on Lucky’s hair. “Other than feeling like I’m on house arrest nothing,” Lucky said with attitude. Mika laughed “You know what? People like you kill me. How the fuck can you feel like you’re in prison or on house arrest in this big ass house?” Mika asked with a smile. “Because my ass would rather be outside getting some fresh air, but since Los has forbad me” Lucky said signaling quotations with her fingers, “to go in the city while he’s away on business I’ve been stuck in the house.” Mika laughed and shook her head.
“Okay, what’s up wit you?” Mika asked after washing Lucky’s hair for the last time. Mika had been there for nearly an hour now and noticed that Lucky seemed less talkative than her usual self. Lucky sighed hard and closed the Cosmopolitan magazine she was skimming through. “Meek something wrong with Carlos he’s not the same. I don’t know, he’s different…he just has this look in his eyes like…it scares me sometimes. He’s Carlos, but he’s not. It’s like invasion of the body snatchers or some shit. We got into a big fight the night Rel got shot. I thought he was out with some bitch and I flipped. I admit, I spazed on him, I jumped on his ass as soon as he walked through the door. I wanted to hurt him like I was hurting, I told him I wouldn’t give a fuck if he was laid up in a hospital somewhere half dead, and he…he slapped the shit outta me. I never came so close to leaving that man in our entire relationship than I was that day,” “What?!” Mika asked shocked. “Lucky come on, don’t tell me you and Los letting shit tear y’all apart. If you two can’t make it there’s no hope for true love? You guys are like the couple everyone wants to be. Real talk, I wanna nigga to look at me the way Los looks at you. Lucky I didn’t want to say anything cause I
know Los keeps ya ass far removed from the streets, but from what I hear it’s a lotta shit going on right now, Rel got hit up, word is one of Los’s stash houses got hit too. So if he’s acting weird it can have a lot to do with that. He probably just stressin,” Mika concluded. Lucky shook her head in disagreement wishing she believed it was just the streets that had Carlos acting different. Mika looked at Lucky’s expression through the mirror they had sitting in front of them. Sadness consumed her pretty green eyes.
“Go head spit it out,” Mika urged seeing that Lucky had something on her mind. “I wish I could blame his behavior all on his dealings in the streets but…I think he cheating on me again.” “Get the fuck outta here!” Mika shrieked in shock. She was definitely shocked. Mika really thought Los had gotten his act together. She hadn’t even heard any rumors come through her shop. “Mika like two months ago he went to New York for business and he ended up staying out all night. When he came home that morning I smelt perfume on him. Now every time he says he’s going to New York he ends up staying out all night, and I can’t shake this funny feeling in my stomach.” Lucky said letting tears fall from her eyes.
Mika took a deep breath. She hadn’t known all this was going on. “Yeah Lucky like the same feeling you got when you said that slick shit the night Rel died? Luck on the real, you know what type of dude you dealing with. He ain’t the type to show you vulnerability or tell you when somethings wrong. If he going through a lot in them streets the last thing he needs is to be leaving one stressful situation to come home to even more stress. You don’t want him to start regretting coming home to you. Home is where he’s supposed to be able to find solace. Luck you’re his home. You need to chill and stop stressing the man before he go out there and make a mistake that will get him hemmed up or killed. I’m telling you that man is a lot like my baby father, but you don’t want him to end up like Kwan doing a 20 year bid because he slipped up being more concerned about the state of y’all relationship than them streets he in. I don’t know if he’s cheating and you don’t know either. What I do know is every now and then niggaz need to be reminded of what they have at home, just in case they ever tempted. Like look at this bullshit you reading, Luck I know you ain’t really taking pointers from this garbage is you?” Lucky looked down at the magazine cover and laughed. “Top 30 ways to rock your man’s world,” Mika read aloud. Lucky laughed “No I just skim through for make-up tips and fashion that’s it.” “Umm hmm,” Mika said half believing her. “Look, when does Los get in from his trip?” “Tomorrow night.” “Well what you need to do is cater to him. For real, do any and everything to alleviate some of his stress. Show him how much you love and care for him and this relationship. Remind the nigga of all he has in you, and all he'll lose if he gets caught out again.” Lucky sat there silently with lots of thoughts running through her head. Her pride was telling her to fight, be stubborn fuck him, make him understand that she wasn’t going to go for him cheating again. While her heart was telling her to take Mika’s advice; show him love and affection, cause in love pride didn’t exist.
“Luck let me ask you a question; you ever played with the nana in front of Los before?” A slight smile crept on Lucky’s face. “I mean, if you count times where we were making love and I slipped my fingers down there, yes, but if you asking me if I ever masturbated in front of him? No. That’s usually a me, myself and I type of party.” “Well you need to do that for my boy. Trust me, men are visual beast, always remember that, he would love it trust,” Mika suggested putting that bug in Lucky’s ear. She was really rooting for Lucky and Los to make it. Anyone could tell the genuine love both of them had for one another.
After finishing Lucky’s hair the girls ordered take out. They talked for hours about all the latest gossip then Mika announced she was leaving and Lucky suddenly became sad all over again. With Mika there it was easy for her to put her worries to the side. Now that Mika was leaving she would be in that damn mini mansion alone left to think about the what if’s.
“Meeeek just stay,” Lucky pouted. Mika laughed, “Nooo Lucky. I already told you I’m about to get up with my PYT.” Lucky jerked her head back “PYT?” She asked. “Yeah my pretty young thug and girl that young boy is a beast in the sack.” Lucky burst out laughing Mika was a mess. “Girl when are you going to settle down?” Lucky asked. “When I find a nigga that’s worth settling down with, until then, I’ma do me.” Lucky just chuckled Mika was a damn fool. Mika stood at the front door hugging Lucky. “Luck listen to what I told you, remind him. And another thing ill mama, that whole thing about you slapping him and him losing it and slapping you. Keep that to yourself, if you planning on staying with him. Trust me, you would’ve forgiven the man but ya peoples never will, so keep that lil tidbit to ya’self.” Mika took Lucky into her arms one last time to hug her before she left. “Remember baby girl let that pride shit go. Show him how much you love him,” Mika advised. “Yeah I’ll think about it Meek,” Lucky said in a tone that showed she was not quite sold on the idea.
Cater To Him
Lucky looked around the large formal dining room making sure everything was just right. Los would be arriving any minute now from his Miami trip. She had lay awake till the wee hours of the morning thinking about the advice Mika had given her and decided in the end to go with it. The truth of the matter was she loved Los with every bone in her body. She wasn’t ready to give up on their relationship, not that easily. Lucky was determined to show him that despite the recent drama they had been going through, they still belonged together.
Lucky saw the headlights of Los’s car pulling up in front of the house. She gave herself a once over making sure everything was on point. The black strapless lace La Perla bra with matching boy cut low rider shorts were on point. Red bottom peep toe fuck me pumps had her ass sitting just right making it look even fatter, and Mika had worked her magic on Lucky’s hair the day before making her long tresses flow down her back in a body wave curl. Lucky puckered her lips up after applying another coat of her red orgasm plump lip gloss. She stood at the door waiting for Los to enter.
Los stepped in the doorway and froze half way in and out. He was definitely pleasantly surprised. He hadn’t expected this at all. Since his trip had run one day longer than expected, he had expected to come home to Lucky being on the bullshit, but he was wrong. Carlos felt as if all the blood in his body went to his dick. Lucky looked stunning. She flashed him that million dollar smile and he swore her eyes seemed to have glowed. “Hi daddy, how was your trip?” Carlos realized he was still standing half way in the door and out, he stepped all the way in and dropped his Gucci duffle bag where he stood. “Damn baby girl.” was Carlos’s only response as he stared at Lucky’s body as if he would devour her. Lucky rushed over to him and jumped in his arms. Carlos lifted Lucky up into his arms as she locked her ankles around his waist with her arms around his neck. “I missed you baby,” Lucky said in a sincere tone between kisses. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed him until she saw his fine ass standing in that doorway. Los said nothing he let his tongue respond. He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her deep and sensually, Lucky felt an electric shock run through her entire body. Then settle in between her thighs creating a continuous leak from her love valley. Carlos fumbled with the locks on the door and somehow managed to activate the alarm with all the hot and steamy kissing that was going on. Once the door was locked he pinned Lucky against the wall gripping handful of her plump ass grinding hard on her making her panties literally soak. Lucky felt Carlos reach between her legs and pull her lace boy shorts to the side stroking her clit, which seemed to have happened in one precise movement. Damn this nigga good Lucky thought to herself. “Ummm wait…bae... wait,” Lucky uttered. She knew she had to get a hold of this situation and fast before her plans for this entire evening was a bust, and he ended up dicking her down right there at the front door. “Daddy,” Lucky murmured. “Not now. Carlooos stop, we got all night, I got a whole night planned for you. D
addeeee,” Lucky pleaded in between loving pecks on his lips. Los groaned as if he were in pure agony. “Trust me I’ll be worth the wait.” Lucky said biting him gently on his bottom lip making his dick feel as if it would explode from being so hard. She unwrapped her legs and slid down his body not missing the feel of his erect dick poking at her stomach. “You hungry Baby?” “I mean, I’m straight. I can eat food after I eat you,” Los said flicking his thumb across her nipple. As enticing as that sounded Lucky wasn’t going for it. She knew she needed to put some distance between her and Los and quick before he had her head gone forgetting about all she had in store for him.“I cooked, let me put something on your stomach, trust me your gonna need to eat, get your strength up cause you’ll need it for tonight,” Lucky whispered sexily before lightly biting him on the neck and walking away putting that extra sway in her hips cause she knew he was watching. “Oh hell yeah, that’s what’s up Luck,” Los said watching her walk away almost in a trance.
Lucky led him into their formal dining room where she had a candlelit dinner prepared for him. He had to admit he was digging everything his baby had put together so far. She sat him at the head of the table where everything was set just right only thing missing was his food which she had in the kitchen in the warmer. Los sat down as Lucky poured him a glass of Louie the XIII. “I’ll be right back with your food.” Lucky made sure to make her ass jiggle with every step she took to entice him. When she came back she placed a plate fit for a king in front of him. Although Los had sex on his brain something heavy, his stomach reacted naturally to the appetizing food in front of him.
