“You know what, I’ve changed my mind. Since you won’t give me dick or a session, I will not—”
“You won’t what?” I put the gun to her head. “Got a pen for you right here.” I set the paper on the hamper along with the pen.
She immediately grabbed it up and signed where she needed to. When done, I put the gun up to inspect the paper.
“You sure?” She dropped her towel.
Bitch was pitiful. Without a word, I left her soggy body ass where she was so I could take my ass home.
I made a detour though, dropping the paper off to Sebastian at Avenue Productions. That nigga was happy as a muthafucka with his greedy ass.
“Daddy, we paint!” Island rushed into the foyer with her polish bottles as soon as I walked through the fucking door.
“Baby, come on. Nah, I don’t like doing that shit.” I squatted down to her level. She looked sad as fuck, so I said, “Aight, we can paint, but the shit has to be red. I’m a Blood.”
“Red, red, yes.” She took my finger to lead me to the den where Blaise and my son were.
When I sat down, I removed my suit jacket because the shit was too expensive to fuck up. I’d had a meeting earlier with Grainz, a cereal company who wanted me on the front of their box. I couldn’t believe the shit. I was cocky as fuck, knowing I’d go far in boxing, but I never thought they’d ask me to do such a thing.
“Ooh, you’re about to look even sexier.” Blaise kissed me when she saw Island doing her setup. Thankfully, this shit washed off with a little soap and water.
“Why the fuck she don’t ever paint yo’ shit?”
“Mine are already painted.” Blaise rocked my son. “Ivory let me know I’m back on the series. I guess they felt bad for what they’d done.” She put Cortez in his baby swing bed.
“Yep.”
“Did you do something?”
“Maybe.”
Gripping the sides of my face, she replied, “You didn’t hurt anyone did you?”
“Nah, not really. I just need muthafuckas to know that they can pull as much bullshit as they want to, just not with you. When they see yo’ fucking name on the line up, they gon’ know it won’t be no shit, ’cause yo’ nigga is a full-time bullshitter and be ready to solve any fucking issue.”
Laughing, she said, “I like that. I like you too.”
“When I’m done with this shit, I can show you something else you gon’ like.”
Blaise bit her lip as I kissed the back of her hand.
Who knew that cute little bitch up in the t-shirt store would’ve had a nigga switching up like this?
Epilogue
Blaise Khalil
Amsterdam… two years later…
Currently Island, Cortez, Belly, and I were out of the country and in the Netherlands. Belly had business to take care of but decided to bring us all along since this was a weeklong trip. The company Avenue Productions paid for everything, including our nice ass plush suite inside of Hotel Okura.
My husband was a full-on boxing superstar making 35 million a fight, and still undefeated. He’d had every sponsorship known to man, including Under Armour, Nike, Power Force protein drinks and bars, plus many others. He’d been on every sports magazine, won so many awards, and was even on the front of Grainz cereal boxes. Not to mention the new club Champions he’d opened. It was inspiring to see him come so far in life and his career, especially because there were so many obstacles thrown in his way, starting from his horrible childhood.
Speaking of his childhood, his childhood homie Ozzy he was of course found guilty of raping Tiana Strauss. I guess Belly fucking him up did something to him because he confessed to it all; crying on TV with two teeth missing thanks to my husband. Tiana was happy about Ozzy’s jail sentence, and even happier to give birth to a baby that belonged to her husband. I was just happy the bitch was out of my life. I smiled at the thought, admiring this beautiful ass suite I was in, in Amsterdam.
We traveled a lot because of Belly, but I liked that sometimes he made changes in his schedule to accommodate my career as well. Plus, I loved traveling with him because he always showed me a good time, plenty of jewelry, sex, and gifts included.
“Is everybody ready for dinner?” I stared down at Island and Cortez.
Island nodded without speaking, because she was upset that I told her she couldn’t have a cocktail tonight. I chuckled seeing how angry she was, before reaching to take her small hand.
“Ready!” Cortez grinned up at me with his handsome self.
“Good. Let’s get daddy.”
I walked out of the bedroom area to the living room to see Belly dressed up in his suit. He looked so sexy per usual, and his cologne was already in the air. Upon seeing the three of us, he grinned widely, before pocketing his phone and pulling the door open for us.
“Thank you, Daddy.” Island spoke to him purposely because she was mad with me.
She still called him daddy, and after two years of trying to get her to stop, I gave up. Five-Star didn’t like it, but she agreed to call him Dad, no -dy suffix. I think she thought they were two different things, but thankfully, it was enough to shut Five-Star’s ass up for now.
As I passed Cortez, I leaned my head back for a kiss, and then we left the room.
“Look at my fine ass superstar wife.” Belly grabbed a handful of my ass as I walked onto the elevator.
“Stop.” I giggled.
As for me, I did take that limited series opportunity because it paid a lot and it was good for exposure. Like Ivory promised, that magazine spread, movie, and series catapulted me overnight seemingly.
It was crazy to think that I used to stay online and in my email praying to get roles, but now I had to turn some down for lack of time or just because I didn’t like the premise. I’d been a main character in five major motion pictures over the last two years, I was still a part of the main cast on Streets, which was just renewed for a new season, and I was up for more than a few awards.
“You look good though, baby. Always perfect as fuck.” Belly nibbled down on his lip, making me blush. Yep, that still happened even though we’d been together for a minute. “You look perfect too.” He scooped up Island to tickle her, and she screeched with laughter as we all got off the elevator to head to the restaurant inside.
“Finally, the king and queen have made it,” Manny said sarcastically as my husband, kids, and I sat at the long table reserved for everyone. We paid to have the place to ourselves.
Because this trip was lengthy and very important, Manny had to come, as well as Will. It worked out for me too because both men were married to my friends, so this was almost like a little girls’ trip when the men were busy. And because Priscilla and Alivia came, I was able to invite Izzy.
“They didn’t even take that long, Manuel.” Alivia spoke up for me. Her baby girl Maliah was sitting next to her, eating something I couldn’t quite make out. She was adorable and looked exactly like Alivia.
Alivia was still a deejay, but she was extremely sought after in the business. In one night of deejaying, she could make $100,000. If you wanted your party to really look like something, sound like it too, you booked Ali V.
She worked for Yono for about a year after they broke up, but he couldn’t take it, so Alivia eventually quit. She was making more now anyway. Her manager Sanya reminded me a lot of Ivory.
“I just want to order a drink.” Priscilla scoured the menu with her eyes squinted, before she and Will began to go back and forth, studying the drinks.
She was four months pregnant, so I didn’t know what kind of drink she planned to get.
Priscilla had choreographed more than a couple music videos, and had opened her own dance studio. She still posted little dance routines on Instagram because that drew people to her studio, which she made racks off of a month.
“Mommy, I want a beer!” Penni shouted. She and Island were in between Priscilla and I. Penni was older than my baby, so Island looked up to her.
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bsp; “Margarita!” Island chimed in, even though I’d already told her little ass up at the room that she couldn’t have one. “Or Henny because Daddy said it’s good!”
“What? She asked me and I told my fucking baby what to get.” Belly shrugged when I looked at him as if Island wasn’t five years old. “My little nigga right here likes Hennessy, huh?” He kissed Cortez’s cheek, making him nod.
The table, including the waiters laughed at Belly and the children, before taking drink orders from everyone.
I was surprised Rafi let Priscilla bring Penni and Rafi Jr. with her to Amsterdam, because for a year straight, he was a baby daddy from hell and hated Will. But he loved his bachelor life, so after a while, he started to ease up a tiny bit, letting them have the kids more so he could be free. I guess this was one of those times.
As for the little bitch who broke their relationship up, Yesenia, she was on to a new rapper, acting all in love. Per usual, he had a wife that he was supposedly separated from. Some women were just attracted to taken men.
“Izzy, how does it feel to be engaged?” Alivia inquired.
“Very nice and blinding.” She held her hand out to flash her ring before kissing Judd and then his daughter Jessie on the forehead.
Judd was a full on professional now, making a nice amount of money per fight. He wasn’t in the multi-millions like Belly yet, but he was clearing over $70,000 per fight, which was nice.
His ‘friend’ Herman had quit boxing altogether a year ago. Belly claimed he was moist as fuck and got discouraged because his weak ass efforts weren’t paying off; his words, not mine. I think he worked for a cable company or something, I wasn’t sure. Izzy had dodged a bullet.
She was now doing a lot more professional modeling work, mainly print in magazines for cosmetics companies. It paid well, and Izzy loved posing for pictures, so she was in heaven.
Speaking of Izzy, her sister Nichole and I were okay. We texted here and there, and she invited me out a lot. I only went sometimes. She was definitely not the same Nichole, but then again, she was.
She was still crazy as hell, but less of a hoe, and I guess that was thanks to her fiancé, Jarco. Yep, she left Ian for him about two months after they met, and I was not mad about it. I didn’t care for Nichole then, but the stuff Ian had done was horrible to do to the woman carrying your child. Plus, their relationship was plagued with cheating on both sides from day one, and they just needed to let it go.
Ian still had hope he could get Nichole back, but her wedding was in a month, and she was already a month pregnant by Jarco, little did he know. I had my teacup ready to see how he’d react once he did find out.
The once very prominent harem was of course no more. Kharla had her baby and appeared to be in love, then Maia got her ass whooped at the hospital and hadn’t bothered us since. Sienna was in a mental institution for trying to kill herself again, and after being shamed by both Belly and I on multiple occasions, Megyn had thrown in the towel. Cadence was pretty much the last of the Mohicans, and once she came face to face with a toilet bowl of ‘shit’, I guess she realized that’s all she was to Belly and exited our lives.
However, I didn’t doubt that if for some reason Belly and I parted, all five of them hoes would fall right back in line. Hell, we didn’t have to even break up for that to happen. If he showed them attention they’d come back. Whores.
“Drinks have arrived!” The waiter came to deliver what everyone ordered.
For the next two hours, we drank, ate, and talked about everything. It was nice to just relax and get tipsy with the people I loved the most while on vacation.
We all went to our suites to retire for the night since the men had to work in the morning, and the girls, kids, and I planned to go shopping while they did so.
After Belly and I put the kids to bed, we went to the bathroom so we could have a bath together in the huge tub.
Belly got in first, and then I tied my hair up to join him, straddling his lap.
“Damn, I fucking love you.” He eyed my naked frame as he raised me up some to slide me down onto his already hard dick.
I eyed the tiny tattoo of my birthday on the side of his neck reading 9.28. I had his, 12.3 on the side of my wrist.
“Mmm,” I moaned softly as we kissed. “I love you too, and the way you love me.”
It was true too. I’d never met anyone who loved me the way Belly did; someone who went so hard for me and cared about me more than themselves. But a wise person once said, nobody can love you like them roughnecks do…
*FIN*
Contents
1. Cortez “Belly” Khalil
Ozbert “Ozzy” Wilkes II
Blaise Cansino
Manuel “Manny” Ortiz
2. Isabella “Izzy” Carriage
Belly
Alivia Farms
Nichole Carriage
3. Blaise
Manny
Isabella
Priscilla Dimitri
4. Belly
Blaise
Alivia
Willem “Will” Dade
5. Nichole
Blaise
Manny
Isabella
6. Priscilla
Belly
Tiana Strauss
Alivia
7. Nichole
Will
Blaise
Belly
8. Blaise
Manny
Isabella
Priscilla
9. Belly
Alivia
Nichole
Will
10. Isabella
Blaise
Belly
Epilogue
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