by Tee Jae
“Wait a minute, she came here?” This time it was her trying to get me to look into her eyes but I couldn’t. “Kha-…”
I covered her lips with mine. I knew what we both needed, when I was out we’d barely go a day without fucking so we were sexually frustrated. I pulled Brooklyn’s body into mine and nuzzled my nose inside her collar bone inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you woman.” I softly whispered into her skin.
“Khadi stop.” She tried pushing away from me but I held on to her tightly, afraid if she asked my any more questions, I’d have to tell her the truth. She would probably walk out the door and not look back and that was something I wasn’t ready for. I was about to pull a bitch nigga move, but I needed my bitch.
“Come out that shirt for me, ma.” I swiftly pulled off her heels and lifted her up removing her jeans. She looked at me with anger written all over her face but one thing I knew, she would never deny me my pussy. I picked her legs up and opened them wide like a V bending down I passed my tongue against her swollen clit. Her body shuddered reacting to my touch. Letting one of her legs go, I took my pointer finger and pressed down on her clit and watched as her juices ran down the folds of her pussy leaving a puddle underneath her ass on the table. My dick was now fighting for a way out of my sweatpants.
“I missed my pussy,” I whispered bending back down and sloppily sucking on her fat, juicy clit causing her to moan. That moan was like music to my ears giving me that motivation I needed to go harder. I licked all around the folds of her pussy passing my tongue up and over her clit before sticking it inside her hot opening. My tongue was stiff like my dick as I continuously stuck it in and out.
“Fuck Khadiiiiiii.” She cursed placing her hands on my head trying to keep it in place.
I shook my head back and forth forcing her to let me go as I pulled my tongue out of her sliding it down her ass cheeks.
“Oh-Oh my godddddd!!!!” She squealed squirting her juices everywhere.
I dropped my sweats stroking my dick before placing it at the opening of what I like to call heaven.
“Unghhhhh.” Brooklyn moaned, arching her back from the impact of dicking her down.
“Damnnnnnma, that shit so tight!” I pumped in circular motions rubbing against her clit as she sent small squirts against my pelvic area.
“Did you fuck her?” She asked causing my dick to go limp. I tried to keep pumping to get my dick back hard but it wasn’t working. She pushed me out of her causing my dick to flop out and land on my leg.
“Brooklyn, don’t do this shit. I told you I don’t want Toi, when you become so insecure all of a sudden?” I asked pulling my sweats up since our fuck session was over. She silently hopped off the table and pulled up her jeans and grabbing her heels before sitting down to try and put them on. She was too quiet for me at this point. “If I did?” I asked her. I needed to know where her head was at.
“What the fuck you mean if you did? If you did you can be with that bitch, it’s enough she’s inside our fucking home recovering from an ass whooping probably from some snake shit she did. So, if you fucked her, she could have you.” She spat standing up from putting her shoes on.
What the fuck she meant recovering from an ass whooping and why was Toi staying in our home? I wanted to ask Brooklyn these questions but I knew if I did, she would think I was more concerned about Toi then her. “Look, yes, she came here to explain the situation with her kidnapping to me but that was it. I didn’t fuck her, Brooklyn.”
“How the fuck she know where we live?” She looked at me trying to read me for answers.
“I brought the property when she and I were together years ago.” I halfway lied.
“This is too much, I need a break.” She sighed grabbing her purse off the table. I had to chuckle at this stunt she was pulling right now after all the shit I went through with her and her ex. Now she needed a break.
“You know what B, I carry a lot of shit on my shoulders but what I’m not about to do is pacify you behind a bitch that ain’t even half of you. So, if you need a break, ma, you do that.” I walked toward the door and held it open for her to leave.
She didn’t move her feet she just stood there like she was debating on walking out or not, then she looked at me and said, “My gut instinct is never wrong Khadi, so now is your time to tell me if anything happened because if I walk out of here and go home and wake that bitch up and she so much as tell me she was close enough to smell your breath, I want out.”
“It’s that easy for you?”
“I won’t be in competition with your baby mama.” She sarcastically answered.
“Ain’t no competition.” I said that shit with all my heart. I just hope she felt that.
“Don’t think I ain’t notice you keep avoiding these questions, but I’ll ask the bitch myself. For your sake you better hope she tells me nothing happened.” She walked passed, “Oh and Khaza’s home.” She called over her shoulder never looking back, leaving me more confused than ever.
Chapter 18
Toi
I walked around this newly built mansion filled with rage and jealousy. I mean, granted, Khadi thought I was dead and gone but the thought that he rebuilt our dreams with another bitch had me livid. I couldn’t show it too much though because everyone around here was team Brooklyn. She was always so well put together, even on her rough days I still thought she was gorgeous. She hadn’t said two words to me since I’ve been here but she hadn’t put me out either. Since I seemed to have healed up nicely overnight, I decided to take a tour around this ten thousand square foot home, that contained eight bedrooms and eleven bathrooms. I mean Diesel did okay for himself back in St. Lucia but Khadi was on some next level shit right here in our hometown. Business has definitely been good to him.
Everyone was out taking care of business and from what Mila told me, Brooklyn had gone to see Khadi. I stood outside of the massive double doors of the master suite and turned the knob entering the lavish room that damn near took my breath away, it was decorated in gold and a dark purple color but wasn’t too girly. The floor to ceiling posts that surrounded the California king sized bed gave off king and queen vibes and the white expensive plush carpet that covered the marble tiled floor was fluffy enough to take a nap on. I was impressed with the gold and purple chandelier that sat dead in the middle of the room but nothing blew my mind like the two level closets. I sunk my feet into the carpet as I walked through the closet looking at her expensive garments and shoes.
“What are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of her voice. I was so wrapped up in all this material shit I didn’t even hear her come in. I turned around and there she was standing there looking like she just stepped off the runway with that damn dog by her side like always. I bet she couldn’t even piss without that dog following behind her.
Finally, we were face to face and it just had to be here in her closet. Damn, I felt stupid like a groupie or something.
“Amazed at all your labels,” I spoke, kind of distorted since my jaw was still in the healing process.
“Toi, coming into me and my husband’s bedroom is crossing the damn line, don’t you think?”
Whether she was trying to throw a jab at me using the husband word or not, that shit stung. Since I was little girl, I knew that when someone stung me it was only right to sting their ass back.
“I got bored so I took a little tour of the house. I was just amazed at all the labels in your closet, Khadi never did like a materialistic woman.” I smirked and she smirked back.
“Nothing about me is materialistic and maybe you don’t know Khadi like you thought you did. Because all those expensive garments were put in this closet by him. I could care less, but since you in here snooping, I have a few questions of my own for you. What happened when you went to see Khadi for visitation?” she asked like she knew something but if Khadi would have told her why would she be in here asking me?
“Trouble in paradise?” I asked lifting my eyebrows.
“Answer my question.” She instantly became irritated.
“Ask your husband what happened.” I threw my hands up in quotations.
“Oh I did and he assured me that he wants nothing to do with your snake ass.”
“Then why you in here asking me?” I tried to brush past her but she pushed me back onto the humungous ottoman that sat in the middle of her closet, while her dog ran up on me growling.
“Oh, you gon’ tell me what I want to know or you gon’ leave up out of here on a stretcher. Now what the fuck happened at visitation?” This bitch was serious and her damn sidekick wasn’t playing either.
“Ok, ok. I just went there to talk to him about KJ and explained what happened with the kidnapping. I’m sorry it just happened.” I confessed and got a little feeling of satisfaction as I seen the way her face went from confident to flabbergasted. “I’m sorry Brooklyn but Khadi is a man and there is no doubt that he still has feelings for me. What we have is indescribable. I mean, we’ve been knowing each other since grade school, feelings don’t just go away like that.” I saw the hurt written all over her face.
“So, you fucked my husband at visitation is what you telling me?” She asked this time in a softer tone.
I nodded my head yes. I lied but technically sucking his dick wasn’t any better. He had this bitch walking around like a queen while I was forced to be with another man. Fuck that, he should’ve tried harder to look for me! I knew blaming him was wrong but it was all I had, returning to Miami and seeing Brooklyn in my spot hurt me more than being away from Khadi all these years. This was supposed to be mine, ALL OF IT.
She cleared her throat before speaking, “How did you know where we lived?”
“This was supposed to be mine, sweetheart. Khadi purchased this land years ago when we were together and this was the exact home we were going to build.” I added salt to the already wounded injury she had. Nobody gave a damn about my salty ass wounds. “Brook-…”
“Mommyyyyyyyyy.” The sound of KJ’s voice stopped me mid sentence. He ran around Brooklyn and her guard dog and straight into my arms.
“Oh my god! Baby, mama missed you so much.” I smothered him with kisses grateful that he was back in my arms again. I smirked at the disgusted look on Brooklyn’s face as she came face to face with Roselina. I already knew there had to be bad blood between them two. Hell, Roselina didn’t like any woman her sons brought home.
“Well, I see the wife and the baby mother is getting along just fine. I’m sure my son will be pleased.” Roselina spoke but couldn’t take her eyes off of Brooklyn.
“I want you out of this house by the time I return.” She brushed past Roselina and out of the room with that damn dog on her tail.
I sat there staring off into space not sure of what my next move would be now that I would be back out on the streets and a target of Diesel’s.
“Well, you heard the woman, let’s get you going.” Roselina spoke up, “Brooklyn makes my son happy Toi and as much as I pretend not to like her, she has proven herself worthy of this family. Now, I will never turn my back on my grandson but you my dear will have to leave this woman’s house.”
Chapter 19
Brooklyn
I couldn’t stop the tears that continued to fall down my face as I pushed my Panamera putting as much distance away from that bitch as I could. I would’ve strangled that no good bitch if her son and Roselina wouldn’t have walked in. I reached for my cell phone and shot Khadi a text:
Me: You lying dog ass nigga. You fucked that bitch on that table just like you did me. And you got me living in Y’ALL dream home? Fuck this shit, I want out!
A few seconds went by before he texted back,
Khadi: I did not fuck Toi, Brooklyn get that through your head. Whether you want out or not I don’t want her. I want and need you! My wife!
I read the message and threw the phone on the passenger seat. I was sick and tired of getting hurt by niggas I gave my all too and this was the last time I let a nigga try and play me.
BEEEEEEPPPP!
The car horn blared behind me, I hadn’t noticed the red light had turned green. I looked through the rearview mirror at the all back SUV riding my tail, “What the fuck?” I whispered to myself to see if they were purposely following me, just like I thought they did the same. “Fuck!!!!” I hit the steering wheel alerting Rebel who immediately started barking and going crazy. That bitch threw me off my game I left home without my damn gun. “Calm down Rebel.” I sternly spoke trying to take control of the situation as I blindly reached for my cell phone keeping my eyes on the road.
BOOM!
The truck ran into the back of my car almost sending me into the ditch onside of the road. I sped up trying to get away, “Rebel my cell phone.” I called out to him pointing towards where I thought my cell phone was. I wasn’t too familiar with these Miami streets because Biggs usually drove us everywhere so I made a sharp right onto a street with them still on my tail. “Fuck” I cursed again noticing the street I turned on was a dilapidated area with really not a human being in sight. Grabbing the cell phone from Rebel’s mouth, I quickly scrolled to our family group text with Khali, Biggs, and Khaza and dropped my location.
BOOM!
This time the impact was so hard it sent me crashing into a street light pole causing me to hit my head on the steering wheel. I could hear Rebel barking jumping from the back seat to the front but everything looked and sounded muffled. I tried lifting my head from the steering wheel as someone opened the passenger door.
POW!
The close sound of the gunshot hurt my ears but not more than the whimpering of Rebel’s cries.
“Rebellllllll” I hollered before being pulled out of my side of the car and placed over someone’s shoulder who carried me to the SUV that ran me off the road. “Hellllllllllp!” was the last thing I tried to scream before everything turned black.
*****
“Wake up!” my face stung from the open handed slap but I kept my eyes closed.
I had been up for the past hour or so trying to figure out where the hell I was. Every now and again I would squint my eyes trying to figure out if anything looked familiar. I knew I was in a condo and from the looks outside of the floor to ceiling windows I knew I was more than a few floors up.
“Shouldn’t she be up by now?” I heard her ask the Chino replica as her heels clicked back and forth against the floor.
“Si.” He answered her like a little puppet.
I wasn’t ready to open my eyes and face reality, being that the last thing I remembered was one of these motherfuckers killing Rebel and my heart was hurting behind that. If I got out of here alive, which I doubt, this bitch would be my second body.
“Check her and see if she’s even breathing.”
I opened my eyes and lifted my head my head before he could even touch me.
“You playing games bitch?” she asked rushing up to me almost tipping my chair over.
I didn’t answer her as we stared each other up and down I could never understand this chick’s problem. She married my man and had kids for him all the while knowing I was sitting at home and was his woman. Most women thought having kids would keep a man and she was a prime example that the shit didn’t work.
“My husband would still be alive if you would’ve just moved the fuck on.” She got in my face showing me her wedding ring that I once envied.
Now I knew this bitch was cuckoo for cocoa puffs. I swallowed hard trying to wet the back of my dry throat. I had no idea how long I’d been out of it but I knew it had to be awhile since it was getting dark outside.
“Bitch, are you crazy? I moved on it was your “husband” who couldn’t seem to let go.” I spat right back at her crazy ass.
“So you and your husband thought you would kill mine and live happily ever after? El stupidos.” She looked back at her guy and they both laughed.
I blankly stared at her, unfazed, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing me sweat. “Do wha
t you are going to do, Yani, because whatever you do will come back at you tenfold. I have a small army that don’t play about me and I already briefed them about your looney ass.”
“Oh, honey, your team won’t be making it in this building I can guarantee you that.”
“I just don’t get you, like why be so loyal to a man who couldn’t have given two shits about you?”
“HE LOVED ME!” She yelled with tears forming in her eyes.
“No… no he didn’t and I’m sorry about that. I could only imagine being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back.” This time I looked at her with sympathetic eyes. I really felt sorry for her and would never want to be her position, I mean look what she was doing for a person who wouldn’t have lifted a finger for her. “Gator was not a good man, Yani. I mean I endured plenty of infidelities from multiple woman over the years. He put birth control in my drinks and to top it off, he tried to kill me and killed my baby boy.” Tears were now forming in my eyes thinking of all the hurt and pain I went through. “Not to mention he was fucking my best friend behind my back for who knows how long.”
“Birth control was my idea.” She smiled at me like a crazy woman, “Chris didn’t kill your baby… I did.” My eyes widened in shock as I stared into her face in disbelief knowing she was responsible for the death of my baby boy. The pity I felt for her a few seconds ago changed into anger and hatred. “I was aiming for you but that big head nigger got in my way and don’t forget, y’all killed my cousin Emmanuel.” She paused, “So vengeance for my family and my kids will be mine.”
“You stupid BITCH!” I bucked in my chair against the floor. If I wasn’t tied up I would’ve killed that bitch with my bare hands. I had no remorse for Gator’s death thinking he was responsible for Marcus and my baby. I tried to calm myself down as a wave of guilt washed over me as I thought about his voice over the phone telling me he would never hurt me.