by Untamed
She licked her lips. “She looks real good.”
“Then make it do what it do. Put a little Flava in her life.”
“I’m already on that shit, Pooch.” She stood up. “I’ma hook it up and hook myself up, too. It’s been a while since I fell in between some good kitty.”
I swear I coulda nutted right then. “Well, you get at her, baby. Make her do some thangs for you.” I winked at her, and then we kissed.
“Don’t worry. I got it covered.” With that, she slipped her shades on and left.
Seemed like old Pooch’s luck was taking a turn for the good. That’s the way I liked shit. I was so happy, I decided that when I got outta there, I was gon’ keep old Flava around for a little while, especially if she was able to get up with Adrienne. I liked Wolf, but I didn’t owe him shit, and the only thing I could think of, besides my money, was having both of them in a room with me, celebrating my release. Then, I’d find Trinity.
Chapter Seventeen
Terrence
Man, oh man. I had a lot to think about in a short amount of time. If niggas would just stick to the fucking plan, then it wouldn’t be no problems. I got in this hustle shit to make a way for me and my family, and my objective the entire time was to be in and out. Make the money then let the money make itself. Boom. End of discussion. Leave it to Tot to get caught up in the lifestyle. Our only plans were to make this money, bring Pooch down, and be out like the wind, but he had to go and keep on being a damn D-boy. I had set this nigga straight. He was sitting on five hundred grand that I helped him make, plus whatever he made on his own from our dope dealings. Damn. What more did he want? I told this nigga. I. Told. Him. Now, he was ’bout to get caught up for being hardheaded, and we gotta get him out.
I was not ungrateful for the things Aaron and Thomas did for me. Aaron risked his life and even took a punch off of Pooch to help me. Granted, he got one hell of a collar on his job for assisting, but the point was the whole reason he asked to be on the assignment was because of me, and his brother, Thomas, stepped up from local hustlin’ to the big leagues to make sure all aspects were covered. Therefore, we knew between the information Trinity was unknowingly feeding us, Big Cal being able to obtain personal records, and Tot’s dealing with Pooch, we was gon’ hit that nigga hard in them pockets and put his ass away. Without them, I may not have had an opportunity to have Trinity back. At least not the way I wanted—as my wife—so, for that I was more than grateful to them. We’d always been the closest three in my family, but my obligation had to be to Trinity and my kids. I just couldn’t keep getting tied up in this street life bullshit. So, here I was, torn between helping out the nigga who helped me get my life back, or staying out of the shit so that the life he helped me get back wouldn’t be jeopardized. Ugh.
“What’s on your mind, baby?” Trinity whispered in my ear and kissed it as we lay in bed together. I loved when she woke up in the morning and kissed on me.
“How’d you know I was up?” I asked, turning to face her.
“I could feel you—thinking.”
What the hell? Did she have some kinda sixth sense no one knew about? That shit was eerie.
“Just running over some things in my mind. Nothing major.”
“Liar.”
“Now, why you think I’m lying?” I asked, looking at her, puzzled.
She pursed her lips. “Baby, nothing gets you riled up even when it should. You are the most laid back and even-tempered person I know, so when you’re up thinking about shit early in the morning, it most definitely has to be major. So, you wanna tell me what the hell is really going on? You’ve been acting weird since Aaron and Thomas left yesterday.”
My baby knew me so well. Too well. Losing her and my kids again was the only thing that could get up under my skin. Trinity had been in my life since I was just nineteen years old. Even while I was doing my bid, she was all I thought about. I kept her picture on the wall in my cell and a picture of her and our kids under my pillow. So, every night I went to sleep with my family beside me, and her face was the first and the last I saw every morning and night. Sure, I’d been with plenty of other chicks before I hooked up with Trinity, but none of them were real or down for me like she was, nor had I ever known love—real love—until I met Trinity.
I loved her like I had never and would never love another woman. She held me down and gave me my kids. I knew then that nothing and no one would ever come between us. Shit, even the couple of broads that I was with after I got out of jail were only to release the pressure and frustration from being locked up and to keep me at ease enough not to kill Pooch. Muthafucka got me locked up and then gon’ go after my lady. I shoulda shot that bitch between the eyes the moment my feet hit free land, but the purpose of getting out was to stay out. So, I kept my eyes on my prize: getting my li’l mama back. Now that I had her back officially as my wife, I was determined not to have to live a life without her.
I pulled her toward me. “It ain’t nothing for you to worry over. Trust me.”
She looked at me strangely. “It’s about Pooch, isn’t it?”
“No, Trinity, come on. That’s under control. Don’t worry.”
“Your lips are saying one thing, but your actions are saying I should worry,” Trinity said. “Dreads, be straight up with me. I’m not one of the kids, and you don’t have to shield me from everything.”
I rubbed the back of my neck in frustration. “It’s my job to shield you. Li’l mama, please let me deal with it. I got it,” I said with frustration.
“Do I need to call Aaron myself?” she asked, turning to pick up her iPhone.
I pulled the phone from her hands. “No. Let it go,” I said seriously. “Wait a minute. What the hell are you doing with Aaron’s number?”
“He gave it to me when we first got to Chi town,” she explained, taking her phone back and putting it on the nightstand. “It was just to keep in contact or if I had any questions about Pooch. Get back to the subject at hand, damn Aaron’s number.”
I got up, walked to her nightstand, and picked up her iPhone. “There ain’t no subject to discuss,” I said, scrolling through her contact list. Damn, it was right there: Aaron “Big Cal” Marsh’s cell phone number and email address.
“Why do you have Aaron’s email address?”
“Terrence, you need to focus on telling me what’s going on.” She crossed her arms defiantly.
“Again, why do you have Aaron’s email address?” I asked, glaring at her with the phone in my hand.
“Did you just ‘Pooch’ me?” She laughed. “Boy, stop.” She fanned me off.
My nose flared. Now I was about to get pissed. “Trinity, I ain’t playing.”
She rolled her eyes and snatched her phone. “We exchange funny jokes over email. You know, email forwards and shit. The things people do with modern technology. Why are you so twisted about it?”
“I’m not. I’m just curious.”
“Why?”
“’Cause I mean—Trin, you know I’m just jealous like that.” I sat down beside her.
“Over Aaron?” she asked, staring at me as if I was crazy.
“Over any nigga,” I corrected, rubbing my forehead. This Pooch shit and this Tot shit was really fucking with me.
She got up and straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You know damn well that I am Mrs. Kincaid. There is no other nigga who can come between that,” she reassured me, and we began to kiss.
“Fuck, li’l mama. I just get so crazy over you. It scares me,” I admitted, shaking my head as I rubbed my hands across her ass. “I’ve had to live without you too long. I can’t do that shit no more.”
She kissed me all about my face and then lips. “You don’t have to. I’m your wife, and I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Terrence.”
That did it for me. I looked into my wife’s big, beautiful, almond-shaped eyes and fell in love harder than I was just seconds before. Trinity was my entire reason for existing. I swe
ar I didn’t realize I could love a woman more than I loved myself, but it was definitely possible.
With love in my heart and lust in my eyes, I stood up and laid her on her back so I could take in the contours of her body and the curve of her backside in the sexiest pink teddy I’d ever seen held together by two pieces of string. I prided myself for giving her the bodacious booty courtesy of Terry and Brit.
I licked my lips, thinking of things I wanted to do to her. “I love you too, li’l mama.” I bent down and kissed her on the neck. “Let me make love to you, baby,” I whispered in her ear.
She nodded in agreement. “Anything you want, baby.”
Kneeling down, I eased down her thong. As I slid the fabric down her creamy milk chocolate thighs, I got excited as if it were my first time with her. Every time I made love to my wife felt like a new experience. I lifted her foot and began sucking on her toes. I loved the color of her polish—jasmine, of course. I gave each toe special attention as she blessed me with a show, using her two fingers to strum her womanhood. Her moans were intoxicating as I slid my tongue up her leg to her thigh and lightly blew on her clit before I slipped the bud into my mouth.
She grabbed my dreadlocks. “Oh damn, Dreads!” she moaned.
I wanted her to save all of her climax for me, so I rose and licked the few trickles of her sweet nectar that lingered on my lips. I was about to pull down my pajama pants when Trinity sat up and did it for me. Before I knew it, my manhood was inside of her warm and inviting mouth.
Damn it, man. Her head game was out of this fucking world. She was the only woman I’d ever been with who knew just what to do and who could swallow me whole. Trust me when I say both were a big feat to accomplish, if you get what I’m saying. I struggled to hold on to the back of her head as my eyes rolled back in mine. I couldn’t take it. She was making me weak in the knees, and I buckled.
She giggled. “You already weak? I haven’t even brought you to a climax yet, baby.”
I put my finger up. “Just give me . . . whoa . . . damn. Give me a sec,” I fumbled, trying to gain my composure as she continued to giggle.
I stood up weakly, then Trinity pushed me down on the bed and straddled me. She placed my manhood inside of her, and I gripped that juicy backside. She was putting her back into it as she glided up and down with ease. I had to admit that Trinity had definitely picked up some hella skills since she was fifteen. I was used to putting it down, but my baby had me whipped. Yep, I was whipped, and I was not ashamed to say it.
“Baby, I love you,” I moaned. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she moaned as she dove deeper on my nature.
My eyes rolled back, and my toes curled.
Trinity leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, “Come for me, baby.”
“Ah, shit,” I hollered as I gripped her by her shoulders and exploded. “Say you’ll never leave me,” I belted as she came to her climax too.
“I. Won’t. Ever. Leave,” she panted, struggling to catch her breath.
Before she could move, I pulled her down on top of me and held her in my arms. There was no way I could ever risk losing any more time with this woman. I just wanted to raise our kids and grow old together. I was entitled to this. More importantly, Trinity deserved a man who was going to be around for her forever.
“Baby, what is really going on?” Trinity whispered in my ear. “I’m all for affection, but something ain’t right.”
Like I said, she knew me. There was no use hiding it, so I decided to be honest. “Pooch is offering info on Tot so he can be released.”
She sat up and looked at me. “What?”
“Calm down, baby—”
“No. See, I knew something was gonna happen.” She jumped up and paced the floor.
Following suit, I jumped up, pulled her to me, and held her close. “Stop. It’s not gonna happen. I’ma take care of everything.”
Suddenly, she pulled away from me. “How? What does that mean, Terrence, to take care of everything? No, I don’t want you risking your life—”
“No, I’m not risking my life. I’m just not losing you or the kids again. I put that on everything I love and that’s you all.”
Clearly upset, she huffed, shaking her head. “Promise me you’ll stay out of this and let Aaron handle it.”
“Trinity, I—”
She threw her hands on her hips. “Promise me.”
“I promise that nothing will happen to me—”
“Terrence Reginald Kincaid,” she cut me off, giving me the evil eye.
“Baby, you know I can’t leave Thomas and Aaron out there alone with this. I have to do something to protect our future,” I confessed.
She shook her head angrily and walked off toward our bathroom. “Fine. Get your ass locked up or killed. I guess me and the kids will just deal with it when it comes.”
“Trinity!” I yelled as she kept walking. “Trinity Krystal Kincaid.”
She turned around in the doorway of the bathroom. “What do you want me to say, Terrence? Huh? Go out there and be Geronimo? You’re my husband. I need you around. The kids need you around. This is a dangerous game you’re playing, and I’m tired of it. Pooch doesn’t know where we are, and I seriously doubt he’d get out. Just stay away from the situation. Aaron and Thomas are just gonna have to understand. Now, you told me not to worry about Pooch. I’m asking you to do the same.”
I felt the same way she did, but how could I risk the unknown? I was ready to give Tot and Aaron my high mighty speech, but the thoughts of losing Trinity that invaded my mind during our lovemaking changed me, and I knew I had to do something. The key was doing a little but not getting too drastic with it.
“Trinity, everything I do is for you and the kids. I just have to do something to take care of this situation. Say you understand, please, li’l mama.”
She turned around, walked inside our bathroom, and slammed the door. I just plopped down on the bed. I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t.
* * *
All morning Trinity had ignored me, ever since I told her I was planning on doing something to keep the monkey better known as Pooch Smalls off our back. I decided to stay in my office most of the day until it was time for this little get together. Besides, I had to figure out what exactly I was gonna do that would be enough to deter Pooch’s plans and keep me a married man.
When I finally came out to check out the situation, everything was turned off in the kitchen. “Where’s your mom?” I asked Brit.
“Getting dressed. Can we eat under the tent outside and play volleyball afterwards?”
I smiled at her. “Sure. Okay, you and Terry set the table for me and Mommy.”
As soon as I walked back inside the house, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door to find Aaron and Thomas at the door.
“Cuzzo!” Thomas and Aaron greeted me.
“It smells good up in here,” Thomas said, rubbing his stomach.
“Yeah, y’all come to the back yard. We’re eating out there.”
Aaron hit Thomas. “Our cuz has really been hanging out with them white boys. This nigga got on linen shorts.”
I laughed at him, looking down at my khaki linen shorts, V-neck fitted white T-shirt, and brown slides. What could I say? Being legit made you dress and act different.
“Shit, T has always been the pretty muthafucka of the group.” Thomas chuckled. “If he ain’t supa fly, he ain’t right.”
“Y’all niggas got jokes. I should send you on the road hungry.”
“Man, please. There is a Mickey D’s on every major intersection in America.” Thomas laughed.
“But I bet it won’t taste as good as Trinity’s cooking,” Aaron said.
“When have you tasted Trinity’s cooking?” I asked, puzzled by his statement.
He playfully hit me in the chest. “Pooch gave me some chicken wings once that she’d fried up. Ohhh weeee. That’s when I knew I had to get me a Southern girl. I ain’t ne
ver tasted chicken that good,” he said as we walked outside to the covered patio.
Thomas laughed. “Yeah, man, he talked about that chicken for at least two weeks. Had me going to Roscoe’s and every Popeyes for at least a week straight.”
I chuckled as I walked over to the cooler and grabbed a beer. I was about to ask if either of them wanted one when Aaron came up behind me.
“Can I get one of those?” he asked.
“Sure.” I handed him one. “Cal, let me ask you a question.”
“Shoot,” he agreed, taking a swig of his beer.
“How come you gave Trinity your cell phone and email address?” I asked, drinking another swig of beer.
Finessing his beard, he shrugged. “She was a little worried about Pooch, and since I am in law enforcement and I was his right hand man, I told her if she had any questions or concerns, she could call me, and I’d handle them.”
“I’d prefer it if all the info about Pooch comes through me.”
Facing me, he frowned with look of slight confusion. “And it does. When I came here yesterday, what did I tell Trinity? Nothing. I came to see you first. Damn, T, give me some credit. I just gave her the number to put her at ease. I witnessed firsthand the hell that Pooch put her through, so all I was doing was trying to appease her.”
For a moment, I contemplated his reason, then decided it wasn’t worth the argument. “All right. You’re right.”
“So, my dude, have you thought of something?” Thomas asked, interrupting our conversation.
Choosing to let that tidbit go with Aaron, I focused on the subject at hand. “Yeah, I believe so,” I answered, looking at both of them. “Stein is appealing to Judge Watson, right?”
“Yeah,” Aaron confirmed.
“We all know Watson is crooked as hell. He’s been crooked since we were in high school, getting niggas locked up on trumped-up charges,” I said as they nodded in agreement. “So, we kill it at the source. We go after Watson. At the end of the day, money talks and bullshit walks.” Since Judge Watson was a crook, maybe I could get away with bribery instead of doing anything extreme, which would hopefully please Trinity.