“This is about us. About how I gotta man up and be his father. Shit Mason didn’t teach me how to be one, but I knew what not to do and when you had Bella that shit came easy for me. I would give my fucking life for you two and I want that with him. You belong to me, Olivia,” he said. I pulled my knees to my chest in the tub.
“Of course, I do.” Kadar nodded and looked down at the ground. He put out his blunt and walked over to the tub. His big strong hands slowly slid over my body.
“Then he does too right?” I nodded looking up into his eyes and he smiled at me. It was a sweet, sexy smile that warmed my heart. Damn I loved this man.
“Yes he does baby. He’s your son too,” I assured him. Kadar nodded and I touched his face. I pulled his face towards mine and he kissed me. I moaned sliding my tongue into his mouth.
“Kadar, fuck me,” I begged against his lips. Kadar kissed me harder and pulled me out of the tub. He carried me into the room and laid me down on the bed. Kadar slipped out of his shorts then boxers and climbed onto the bed. My body burned with excitement at the thought of feeling him. Pregnancy made me so horny.
“Kadar, baby,” I said stroking his hard dick. He closed his eyes and slowly rubbed my clitoris. I wrapped my legs around his body and he looked down at me.
“This still my pussy, O?” I nodded as the head of his dick slowly rubbed against my opening.
“It’s always been yours…put it in.” Kadar slowly sunk into me and damn my body shook with pleasure. I creamed some more for him and he started to slowly move in and out of me. Kadar kissed me on my lips then slid his tongue down to my neck. With every thrust, his dick hit my spot making me feel oh so damn good. I was so backed up and my emotions were so high. I couldn’t stop the tears that started to leak from my eyes.
“Kadar, don’t leave me,” I begged shamelessly. Kadar kissed me and slid even deeper into my pussy.
“I can’t, I won’t. I’ll never let you go now cum for me, O,” he said and I let go of my worries even if only for the moment and made love to my man.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kadar
“Damn Kadar! You feel so good,” I love you so much baby. O smiled at me and I licked her plumps lips. I continued to slide in and out of her still not ready to cum. I was finally back to hundred percent and she was pregnant with my baby. I felt so fucking blessed.
“Damn baby that pussy so wet,” I told her and slapped her ass. Olivia squeezed down hard onto my dick and started working that pussy on me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her. She was the total package and I knew that the ring in my pocket was the right decision. Tonight at my pops dinner, I was going to propose to her. I needed her to know that I was in this shit for the long haul.
“Look just talk to the nigga and let him know that regardless of what he saying, he not taking O to court. He need to be happy that he fucking alive,” Ameer said as we sat inside of Angel’s club pulling me out of my thoughts. His bitch ass was scared to meet up with us, but agreed to meet us here and shit. He was brave enough to fuck O, talk all that shit, but now he wanted to tuck his tail in between his legs like a little bitch.
“Well, it’s whatever. That nigga crossed the line, so if you wanna handle his ass I’m down and don’t forget about that shit I sent you,” Kasam said with a shrug. Ameer looked at him and shook his head. His ass was the only one talking about peace right now. Luke and his men sat outside of the building. I wasn’t worried about us making it out because we would and in one piece.
“Look y’all niggas gotta calm the fuck down and think this shit through. We can’t just kill anybody we want. Y’all know I give no fucks about this nigga life, but I know that if we end him they gon’ come at us on some fucking wild, wild, west type shit. So y’all think about that shit while y’all over there contemplating killing Angel. Wanna act like y’all fucking bosses when y’all niggas don’t even know how to fucking lead,” he spat and stood up. Ameer walked over to the bar and ordered a drink. The club was empty except for his bartenders and security.
“I hear what Ameer talking about, but I’m with y’all on this. It’s whatever. That nigga Angel crossed the fucking line of no return. If he start talking shit I’m popping his ass,” Aamil said and I smiled at him.
“Exactly,” I agreed feeling the same way and Angel walked up. He had two big ass niggas behind him and they were obviously carrying, but shit, we was too.
“We gotta make this quick I got shit to do,” Angel said sitting down. I stared at this nigga with murder on my mind. What did O see in this wanna be pretty ass nigga? Walking around mimicking every fucking thing Ameer did. He was even dressing like Ameer and shit.
“Make it quick, huh? Nigga you must think shit all good,” I said pulling my gun out. I sat it on my lap and Angel looked at me. He didn’t look scared, but his pussy ass should have been.
“You think I’m scared of a nigga with a gun? Look around this bitch we all got guns,” he said and his men pulled they shit out. Ameer walked back over to us and sat down. What Angel failed to realize was that he wasn’t in Chicago. He was in Detroit and other than his men that were here right now; he was outnumbered and out gunned. His club or not if I didn’t want him to walk up out of this bitch alive, then he wouldn’t.
“Nigga I didn’t say that you were scared, but you should be. You fucked up and you should be praising God right now that you’re alive. You not taking O to court for custody of her son,” I told him. Angel pulled out a cigar and lit it up. He puffed on it a few times and smirked at me.
“Don’t you mean our son? The one I popped off into her in the Chi, when she was busting it open for me all over my motherfucking suite. I had that pussy so sore she couldn’t even walk right afterwards. The way her shit was so tight when I slid in it, I could have sworn she was a virgin my nigga,” he said and chuckled. It was like the room had gotten so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. I could see my brothers struggling to not kill his ass. I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and played the video that Kasam had sent to me earlier today. The video started to play and Kasam’s rap group popped up onto the screen.
“Aye I ain’t fucking with you, Portia, you too wild for me,” Durand said stroking his dick. It looked like they were in a hotel room. I could also see the other members of the group sitting around smoking. Angel’s ex-wife slutty ass Portia was naked as hell sitting in the middle of the bed.
“Okay I know I been blowing you up, but I said I was sorry. I been going through some shit and I need this. I need to be fucked…by all of you,” she said smiling. Durand chuckled and grabbed her hair.
“You a nasty bitch, but I like it. Put that condom on my dick,” he ordered her and she moved like lightning to cover his dick with a Magnum. The video continued to play and Portia went from Durand to the other two members sucking and fucking them like she was getting paid to do it. Shit maybe she was, I really didn’t give a fuck. I sat back smiling while Angel glared down at the phone. The video ended with Trill busting on Portia’s face and her waving to the camera. I grabbed my phone and me and my brothers all started laughing.
“My nigga you got a winner on your hands,” I told him smiling hard as fuck. I sat up so that I Angel could hear me loud and fucking clear.
“We both know O ain’t no hoe. If she said the baby is yours, then it is. Take her to court and you can expect for your baby momma to be an overnight porn star. The bitch is talented, shit I know some niggas that wouldn’t mind doing some shit with her if that’s the route she wanna take.” Angel pulled out his gun and aimed it at me. I chuckled because this nigga knew that I had his ass he just didn’t wanna admit it. I sat back and put my gun away. I wasn’t scared of this nigga.
“Look it’s all good. You fucked O, I had some niggas run a train on your bitch…at least she’s not pregnant, but like you said, you got something to do so we gon’ bounce. When the baby get here, I want you to make the right decision for you and your kids my nigga.” I stood up and smiled at him bef
ore walking off. Kasam chuckled just having to fuck with him some more.
“Mann…my little niggas said that bitch can suck the fart out of your ass. You should have kept that hoe,” he said and we all fell out laughing. Angel stayed planted in his seat with an ice grill while we walked away. It was all up to him how the shit would play out because I would leak that video and fuck up his life without losing any sleep. All he had to do was not stress my baby out and he would be good.
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“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday! Haaappyy birthhhhdaayy, happy birthday!” We all yelled and O blew her candles out. My baby wanted us to take it back and do the “Stevie Wonder” for her and we did it without a problem. Her last candle flickered out and we all clapped as she stuck her finger in the corner of the cake. She scooped up some icing and stuck her finger into my mouth. I sucked off the whipped frosting frowning at her. She know I hated sweet shit. Her pussy was the only sweet flavor I could stand. I slapped her ass and pulled her into my arms. We were in O’s favorite lounge in downtown Birmingham. I grabbed her hand and cleared my throat. I had some big surprises in store for my baby on her special day. It had been a few days since the shit went down with Angel and I was just ready to get past the drama. Shit wasn’t perfect by no means, but I was working on my shit daily and coming to terms with the fact that O was pregnant by someone else. Olivia was mine and so was Bella so in my heart I felt that the baby was mine as well. We would have to share him with Angel’s ass, but I wasn’t letting that stop me from being his father. He was my son and he would carry my last name. It was as simple as that.
“I just wanna thank everybody for coming tonight. I know it’s getting cold as hell outside so I definitely appreciate y’all falling through. I’m sure you all know that me and O been through some shit lately, but we still standing. A fucking army couldn’t tear us apart. This woman is mean as shit, but damn I love her ass. She gave me back my old ring, so I felt it was only right for me to give her a new one.” I dropped down to my knees and O covered her mouth.
“When I say I love you, I’m not fucking playing. I love you more than I even knew I could fucking love someone. I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. I’m not perfect, but when I say I’m through fucking up, I mean that shit. I want this, a life with you as my wife and raising our kids. I want you, O. So I’ma ask you once again to be my wife and if you say no, the fucking party is over.” Everybody laughed including O. She slowly nodded and everybody started whistling. I pulled out her new ring that Quinn had helped me pick out months back and slid it onto her slender finger. I stood up and kissed my baby on the lips.
“Damn right,” Quinn yelled. O pulled away from me smiling so hard and I licked my lips so that I could give her another surprise.
“Mrs. Sanders, can you come out here?” I asked and Olivia and Quinn’s mother walked out. She was beautiful just like them. Fair skin with a shapely build and shoulder length black hair. She had those damn eyes like O and everything. She had been clean for the last four years, but was afraid to contact them. It was easy to find her, but they punk ass daddy didn’t want anything to do with them. He said his wife wouldn’t approve of him being in their life. Now that was the real definition of a bitch ass nigga. I would never let anyone keep me away from my kids. As much as I hated Angel, I wouldn’t even do that shit to him. That’s some sucka ass shit right there.
“Hi, Olivia,” Ms. Sanders said slowly walking up. Quinn stood up and walked over to her mother. She looked at her and started crying. I wasn’t sure how they felt about seeing her, but I knew that it had been years since they were all in the same room and they had never seen her clean before.
“What are you doing here?” O asked her mother. She was crying, but she looked mad as hell. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“She’s here to see you two ma. Remember what the doctor was saying about second chances,” I reminded her. Olivia leaned into me and slowly shook her head.
“Ma…look at you. You looking good,” Quinn said and smiled. Ms. Sanders laughed and pulled Quinn into a hug. They hugged each other and I turned Olivia around.
“Ma that’s your mother. You only get one. We all fuck up, but damn, can’t you see that she’s better now? Don’t you miss her?” I asked looking down at her. Olivia’s eyes softened and she bit down on her lip. I patted her hip and smiled at her. “I promise you she’s good. I wouldn’t bring her around if she wasn’t. She wants another chance and she should get it. Now if she fuck up this time I’ma kick her ass,” I joked and O laughed. She leaned up on her toes to kiss me.
“Thank you baby,” she whispered and let me go. I watched O as she slowly walked over to her mother. She didn’t hug her, but they did talk. It was a start you know. I sat down at the table and did a few shots while Olivia and Quinn talked to their mother. Ameer sat down next to me and stretched out in his seat.
“Congratulations nigga. I’m happy to see y’all working shit out,” he said looking over at me.
“Thanks shit I am too. Even when I left her, I knew that it wouldn’t be for long. Shit I’m just happy she took my black ass back. I’m still upset I couldn’t kill that nigga though.”
Ameer laughed.
“Shit after watching his bitch get fucked by twenty one year olds one tap I think that nigga hurt enough. I know I would be. I hope his bitch ass went back to Chicago,” he said grabbing a Patron shot off the tray to take. He tossed it back as Sophie walked over to him.
“Yeah, I do too. As long as that nigga stay out of my way we’re good.” Ameer nodded and started talking with Sophie. The music was cut on and Nicki and Meek’s “All Eyes on You” came on. Olivia loved this fucking song. She stopped talking with her family and made her way over to me. Even with her belly she was still so fucking beautiful in her black dress with her hair pulled away from her face. She had this dark shit around her eyes that I didn’t care for because my baby didn’t need makeup, but she was still on it and still the sexiest fucking woman I had ever seen.
“Now it’s all eyes on us and this all lies on trust. If those bitches wanna trip tell them they tour guides on us,” she rapped sitting in my lap. I chuckled rubbing on her leg.
“Don’t be rapping no shit to me that was wrote for another nigga. Tell me how you feel about me ma,” I said smiling at her. O licked her sexy ass lips. She leaned towards me and licked on the outer shell of my ear.
“I feel so happy to be your fiancé again and I really, really, wanna take you somewhere and suck the skin off your dick,” she whispered. My dick got on hard immediately. I moved her around on my lap so that she could rub against it.
“Then lets wrap this shit up,” I told her and she started laughing. Now that was a sound I loved to hear from her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Drew
Olivia and Kadar’s wedding passed without a hitch. We were all happy to finally go to a fucking wedding. Sophie and I were both married at the courthouse and Erin got married in Vegas, so it felt good to buy bridesmaid dresses and do shit like that. We all enjoyed it and I was happy that Kadar found his happiness with Olivia. Circumstances would never make things between him and I normal, but I did still have love for him and he deserved to be happy. He was a good man. Now here we are at Olivia’s baby shower for baby Omari. O wasn’t as big as she should be, but she was always eating so I knew the baby would be a good weight. Bella was big and chunky, so I didn’t see why Omari wouldn’t be as well.
“Damn so you don’t wanna do this again, huh?’ Aamil asked me as Quinn handed Olivia a big blue bag. I shook my head not wanting to be pregnant anytime soon. I loved my kids and right now we were perfect. We had a boy and a girl, what more did we need?
“Not anytime soon, Aamil. We should be focusing on the kids we got and our life. I don’t wanna carry around all that extra fucking weight again. Why do you want more kids?” I asked him. Aa
mil stroked the bottom of his beard and looked at me.
“Why not? I loved being around my brothers, but I always wished it were more of us. We not gonna live forever bae. Don’t you want Shad and fat ma to have more siblings with them? We need at least two more then I swear I’m good,” he replied. I knew that was a lie and so did his sexy ass. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
“Let’s talk about that five years from now.” I stood up before he could talk shit and walked off. I went to the bathroom and went into the first stall that I passed. I handled my business and stepped out.
“Y’all just some fertile ass motherfuckas,” Mina said leaning against the door with her arms folded across her chest. Truthfully, I had forgotten about her. Her kids were now living with her brother down south because her best friend couldn’t afford to raise them and all the shit that happened with her had fell to the back of my mind. I knew she would resurface though. I washed my hands and fixed my hair. I was in no way shape or form afraid of her.
“So you ain’t got nothing to say to me?” she asked with a smile on her face. She looked good. Her hair was done and she was even sporting a cute jumpsuit with some bad ass boots. I guess she had found some kind of way to make some money.
“What the fuck is there for us to talk about? Hmph? You mad because I am with my husband. The nigga that loves me. The man that takes care of me. Gave me two beautiful kids and is begging for me to have more. No matter what you want to believe you had with him, it was really nothing. He didn’t let anything stop him from having me. If he wanted you as bad as you think he did, then he would be with you.” I laughed and shook my head at her pathetic ass.
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