The Connect Who Took My Heart Away 3

by Coco Shawndé

“I could, but that’s not what I want. Yeah, a nigga got petty tonight, but I was never going to fuck the bitch.” he said in such a harsh tone, it made me think twice.

  “I don’t know that.” I said, not able to take the image out my head of Tiesha guiding him into that private room.

  “Know yo nigga!” he hollered.

  “You can say that all day, but remind you...you were mad about Ralph popping up. I have no control where that man goes. I did not call him to Easton´s school. I never did anything to invite him. He came and he asked for a loan. I sent his ass the other way. All you see is that I was once married to him, and I know how deeply you feel about people taking that vow.”

  Obasi grew quiet because he knew it was true. Obasi wasn’t a nigga that thought marriage was a piece of paper. It was always deeper than that, and I loved him for it. At the same time, it was almost a curse that I had been married. Then, to top it all off, I always choose the other guy when I could have been with him. Not once, but I did twice. So, I knew where it stemmed from.

  “You didn’t call him?” He asked one more last time.

  “No.” I answered honestly.

  “Did you want him thurr?” he probed.

  “No, Basi.” I sighed. “What were you going to the strip club to do?”

  “Shid, clear my head. You think I didn’t see you come in the club? C’mon now, ma. I ain’t no dumb nigga. Maybe I went too far, but I wasn’t going to fuck Tiesha. But you gotta know...I don’t want you near Ralph. I have seen what he did to you, and I don’t want him even able to see yo glow up. He doesn't deserve to even see you living yo best life. So that’s why I got so mad. Plus...me escorting you everywhere since the car accident, I was digging that shit. You barely let me do anything when it come to you and Easton. It might sound corny, but I be wishing you let me do more for you. I know your past, so I know your independence means more than money.” he lectured.

  “Can you let me out of the closet.” I begged.

  “Depends...What are you going to do if you so happen to fall into the same position of seeing Ralph?” he questioned.

  “Call you, and go the other way.” knowing he just wanted to know before he found out on his own. Which, I understood.

  “Right answer. Now where yo hands go?”

  “They gon’ be around yo neck if you don’t open this goddamn door.” I said punching on it, because I was fucking tired. It didn’t make sense that we legit been arguing this whole time.

  “You think you so fucking tough…” he yanked the door open, and that stupid ass grin was on his face as he licked his lips in such a manner, my panties were fucking drenched in seconds. “Bring yo cry baby ass hurr, shordy.” He pulled me out, and I pushed back from him. “A’ight, take yo ass in thurr for a few more minutes because you still ain’t got no act right.” he said with a silly smile on his face. He legit tried to drag me back with my arm, and I cracked up laughing fighting against him. I couldn’t believe we had to go to these measures to have a conversation of resolution, but it worked.

  We was laid up with one another like nothing ever happened, and I guess that was the crazy dynamic of our relationship. We loved hard, so our fights weren’t going to be nothing civil.

  “Look at me.” he directed. Lifting my head, he grabbed my face gently. “To put you through what the last man did would be my biggest downfall. To add more scars to the heart I fought for, I couldn’t go out like that. A’ight?”

  “A’ight.” I said stealing his lingo. He kissed my nose with a short laugh.

  “You think you hot shit.” he laughed. With his hand caressing my back, I snuggled into his chest. “What Ralph need a loan for?” he asked out of the blue.

  “He said he’s broke because of the divorce. His father passed, so the company is left to him. I guess it was in trouble, and he had no clue. Not my problem, and I told him that.” I said honestly.

  “That’s right. He getting what he deserved.” he said in reply, holding me tightly. He ended up loosening his grip, and went to use the bathroom. When he came back, I was curled up in the bed. Looking over my shoulder as he stood at the end of the bed, I could make out his dick standing at attention. He yanked the covers back, and I was mad as hell that the cold air hit me.

  “Basiiii!” I complained. He came diving on the bed, spreading my legs wide open for his mouth to be right at my center. Throwing my head back, I fell out laughing as he covered the base of my boy shorts with his moist mouth. I could literally tell how hungry he was for me by his heavy breathing.

  “Feed me.” he demanded. Easing my boy shorts off, I smirked, anticipating his tongue working on my clit like it was his nine to five.

  “How much you want?” I said seductively.

  “You know to fill me up.” he said, tongue kissing the pussy. He began to lick his tongue on my clit, applying heavy pressure. Slowly rolling my hips into him, I was breathing heavier.

  “Baby…” I panted, blinking my eyes a mile a minute. He gripped me closer to his face, and his tongue snaked on my clit even harder. The rhythm, pressure, and direct eye contact had tears streaming down my face. With my legs bucking, he restrained me to the bed.

  “Feed me!” he demanded, and I started fucking his face until I was cumming right in his mouth. Chills ran up and down my spine as he kept licking and slurping my juices up.

  Obasi sat up, and crawled back from the bed. He pulled me down to the bottom of the bed until my legs were hanging off. He flipped me on my stomach, and yanked me further down until my feet were touching the ground. With my face in the mattress, I took him from the back.

  “You bet not fucking move!” he said hitting all the right spots. Crying out to him that I was about to cum fell on deaf ears. “Get down on that dick!”

  Pushing back on him, I bent my knees to twerk back on the dick. Throwing it back, he grabbed my face by my chin, sloppily kissing me. “You believe this dick all yours??” he questioned, holding my face still.

  “Yassss!” I moaned out.

  “You better because this all you! Ain’t nobody hopping on yo shit!”

  Throwing it in a circle on him, wasn’t shit stopping the sensations they were flying through me with each thrust. My hands began to tremble, and the sheets that once were clenched in my palms were now wrinkled up, free of my grasp. I legit was biting on my knuckles ass I went through a shell shocking orgasm.

  “Oh yeahhhh, this pussy belongs to me.” Obasi said, slapping my ass cheek. He grabbed me by my hips, and went to work until he was dumping his seeds in me. Clasping together, we both were trying to catch our breath.

  “Mhmm.” I said kissing his lips, and sliding my tongue in his mouth. We both had that sleepy look in our eyes. With no energy to move a muscle. We just slept where we laid at the bottom.

  4

  Ralph Francis

  Not sure if it was my banging headache or actual banging at my hotel door, I stayed stuck in the bed. When I couldn’t take it much longer, I was pulling myself from the bed with two hands on my head.

  “Shit!” I cursed, tripping over empty alcohol bottles. My eyes scanned the room briefly, but I wasn’t even moved at the mess. My life seemed far messier. Snatching my attention to the door, it reminded me of my headache as the banging continued. “Here I come!”

  Snatching the door open with one eye closed tightly, I knew sleep was the last thing on my to do list. “Wake up man!” said Fedrick, walking right in with his brother Jerry.

  “Clean yourself up. We need to have a talk.” Jerry said, walking passed me, right into the hotel room with no invitation.

  “Is this all necessary? Fedrick??” I protested.

  “When you are facing thirty years of racketeering and money laundering, you don’t have much of a say.” Jerry bluntly stated.

  “Just get dressed man.” Fedrick said, leaning on the arm of the couch. He was always far more relaxed than Jerry. Hell, he was my best friend since prep school. Now that I was looked at as a criminal, they were startin
g to treat me as such. You could tell Jerry was proud of his position as lead detective, and Fedrick didn’t take it as serious. Fedrick wore jeans and a button up. Jerry wore his jeans, but he made sure he had on a FED jacket.

  “Make it quick.” Jerry shouted to my back, as I went to gather myself.

  Heading off to the bathroom, I wasn’t sure when this hole I got myself in began. Was it when we had engineers sending threats to receive computer data, or when we had the biggest cocaine dealers smuggling their drugs on our planes? I had no clue, but now the problem had me facing thirty years. The FEDS would decide to come after me losing my divorce battle, and when I was granted the family business in full. Now, I was being taken down, and there was no one to lean on for help. The only help there was, is my best friend Fedrick, and the other federal agents.

  “Good morning man. When did you stop staying home?” Fedrick asked, wearing a smile.

  “When my wife didn’t come home any longer. What’s the point of being there if Miani and Easton won’t come home?” I spoke, not caring how vulnerable it sounded. Home was the last place I wanted to be.

  “Did you talk to her about the money? I mean, she was your wife and from the looks...she took every penny you could be using right now.” Fedrick stated, making my head come back just that quick.

  “She’s not budging...I have to find another way. I know my debt.” I said, almost hating the offer I was given. Due to me being a known billionaire at one point, because I damn sure wasn’t on that list anymore, all people saw was money with me. Regretting the agreement between me and the brothers, wasn’t a thing I could do now. In order to walk the streets free during the case, I had to make payments to them. That was fine until I woke up with frozen accounts, and money going everywhere, but into my hands.

  “You seem to act as if we are a bother to you. You can very well be sitting your ass in a cell instead of a hotel! This Italian wallpaper can transfer to cinder block walls.” Jerry said, obviously the one that had it out bad for me.

  “I’ll get the money.” I said through clenched teeth.

  “Okay, let’s settle down. Let’s get some progress in today.” Fedrick said, holding his hands up. “We need you to write out exactly what happened at the meeting with Juelz and Remy.” he said, referring to Hosea and Obasi.

  “Write it?” I asked, wondering when this was part of our agreement.

  “Yes! You said you couldn’t wear the wire first going in, so now we need a statement. We can’t lock them up, and keep you free without it. It’s called building a case.” Jerry spat.

  Once he slapped a paper and pen down, I knew how serious this all was. I had no clue what I was signing myself up for. It seems every day I was falling deeper into the web. When I was faced with the charges, it came at the worse time of my life. When they began to bring Hosea and Obasi´s names into the conversation, I had no clue on who the men were. When I saw that Obasi was fucking my wife and he was also was Aci´s older brother, I had no problem doing whatever they asked. He tore this family up, and was the reason I had nothing. Hosea was unknown to me, and was simply an add-on for the case. Him and Obasi ran a tight ship, but my job was to bring it down.

  Writing down the meeting at the casino word for word, I had full pages to give. “This will do.” Jerry said, as if he would have refused the paperwork if he felt it wasn’t enough.

  “Is there anything you want to elaborate on?” Fedrick asked.

  “Wait...Obasi isn’t anywhere on the statement? Why is that?” Jerry interrupted.

  “Because he wasn’t there.” I said, getting pissed at how he was trying to be a billy bad ass.

  “Put him there!!!!!!” Jerry yelled, and I stood to my feet. My anger issues didn’t go away because they had the key to my freedom. “We need them both.”

  “Do your fucking job then! If you can’t connect the dots, fuck are you a cop for?” I asked, tired of being treated as a criminal. My life had gone from the city worshiping me, to me being a peasant.

  “Don’t forget who wears the badge. I can lock your black ass up faster than you think.” he said, with his white face turning red.

  “Look, Francis, we need your cooperation with the case. This is really a big crisis we are in with men like them. They will only make the crime rate increase, and we lose funding because of it. You know how politics work. I’m sure you understand.” Fedrick stepped in saying.

  “Yeah man...I get it.” I replied, realizing what side of the fence I was on.

  “Good.” Jerry replied.

  “Hosea didn’t speak on much. He cut it short because he had a call.” I addressed. “Obasi wasn’t there, and his name wasn’t mentioned all night. I’m not sure if he was buying the story, but I need to get in. If I can just get him on board, do a few successful runs to show my intentions are legit, then we all three can get what we want.”

  Going into witness protection the rest of my life wasn’t what I saw for myself, but jail wasn't either. I had to cut my name from all of the press, and pray the news didn’t paint me as a monster.

  “We can’t take one. We need the both of them. Obasi is a repeat offender, so he should be easy bait.” Fedrick informed.

  “Well, I haven’t met him.” I said with a bad taste in my mouth about him. I wanted nothing more than to see him go to prison. Miani thought her life was every bit of perfect. The thought of her having my family riches, being a family with Obasi, and disregarding me, had me SICK. It placed a gratitude of anger in my soul.

  “Meet him.” they said in unison.

  Nodding my head, they patted me on the back, before leaving. With them gone, I went back to the bedroom. “Where you go? Who was at the door?”

  “No one, Regina.” I said sitting on the bottom of the bed.

  “I told you I could help. I know more than you think. Hosea is technically my stepson. At the very least, you know how much Moss been begging me to come home. I can go home-”

  “And do what?!” I hissed, knowing Regina wasn’t liked by no one in the family, besides Moss.

  “I don’t know...Maybe I can snoop around his offices. I’m sure it's something there. Hosea is his son and they work together. It has to be something there.” she shrugged. I knew she was trying to help, but I wasn’t sure if she would become a problem or be of assistance. All I did know, I didn’t want the stress of the business to kill me like it did my father.

  “Let me think on it. I don’t want you going back to Moss.” I said, not able to lose anything else.

  “You can’t think of it like that. It’s to help you...so you can save the business.” she said massaging my shoulders. “C’mon...let me run you a bath. You worry too much. Soon enough, we'll be living our lives on a beach, with more money than we can think of.”

  Not moving right away, I eventually followed behind. My mind was a bit of everywhere at this point. Regina looked at witness protection as a vacation. I didn’t know how she would feel once she would have to lose all contact with her friends here. At the same time, she had enough bad blood, and she needed an escape like myself. I knew I would be a walking target after Hosea and Obasi get indicted. I just hoped Fedrick held up his end of the bargain, so I can try to live a new normal life. I was banking on Hosea and Obasi setting the deal in motion so I can start transporting for them. If they refused, I would be headed to a federal prison to begin serving my sentence. A lot weighed on me, and Regina was doing everything she could to make me see a brighter picture.

  “Moss still doesn’t know where you are?” I asked her, sitting in a claw shaped tub, as she stripped out of her clothes to join.

  “No.” she said, shaking her head.

  “After all of this is over...I want you to get a divorce. Maybe even get your daughter back.” I offered up.

  “Divorce? I’m not married.” she laughed, as if that was the biggest joke.

  “What do you mean?” I questioned.

  “I’m not married, Ralph. Me and Moss was never married. We had a quick cerem
ony, but we never signed any papers. We couldn’t...Moss is still married to his Ex-wife Hilary.” she explained.

  “But she’s dead.” I said turning my face up. “How-”

  “She’s not dead. Ralph sent her off to rehab after her overdose. He was close to losing everything, and sending Hilary off was his way of protecting himself. Duchess isn’t my daughter, and I’m fucking glad. That little bitch did nothing but get on my damn nerves there. I swear I just wanted to strangle her. That’s Hilary and Ralph´s animal ass daughter. Moss just portrayed that I had his child for image purposes. His family couldn’t stand Hilary. When I came in the picture, they were just glad she was gone. I was welcomed right on in.” she expressed, while settling into the tub.

  “Wow, I had no clue.” I said , trying to tie it all together myself.

  “Yeah, no one knows. You thought I had a problem with drugs, Hilary is a real fucking junky. I was nowhere near as bad off as she was.” she boasted, not leaving anything out.

  Sitting back in the tub, I let all the information sink right on in.

  5

  Hosea

  “Where you going, Zay?” Dice asked, sitting on the sectional in the master suite, on her Macbook. She had her hair pulled up, no make-up, glasses on, and just being her natural self. Loving how comfortable she was without the extra add-ons she usually wore, I admired her in the moment. Sitting on the bench with a Puma shoe box between my feet, I sat up to take her in. She was the only person that called me Zay, and she would say it when she was the happiest.

  “I have to stop by Tyrah’s.” I revealed.

  Ever since Vegas, I knew Dice felt the boundaries were overstepped by Tyrah. At first, I felt she was tripping. One thing for sure, if my baby was uncomfortable, I wasn’t trying to make her okay with the situation. So, I pulled back from Tyrah being like my best friend. It was hard, and I knew Tyrah was pissed about it. She felt I was with Dice, and letting her change shit up for us. To me, I was the man in the situation. Dice was uncomfortable with Tyrah´s pop up visits, calls, and I couldn’t be blind to it. I had to make the call, and I was. Dice was damn worth it, and it wasn’t like Tyrah was dead to me. I loved her, but it wasn’t further than her being the mother to our son.