Saint And Sinners: The King Angel Child of New York

by Tiana Laveen

  “No need. I already told her we might be out late. I did that just in case.” He covered his mouth, trying to disguise a soft belch. “She said it was cool.” He winked at her and folded his hands together. “Go on,” he commanded as he stretched his legs under the table, getting more settled before their pending field trip. “Finish your food.” He sniffed, scratched at his nose before sucking his teeth. It was the damn weather; his sinuses were all stopped up.

  Grabbing a toothpick from the holder, he plucked it into his mouth as he people watched. For some reason, a sensation of overwhelming love washed over him, mixed with a dash of anger. It was the oddest thing. He had no idea what the cause could be. He was eager to show the woman the place that birthed him, loved on him and almost killed him at the same time. Walking around in the south Bronx at night wasn’t the safest choice, but he felt untouchable there, and he’d dare someone to run the fuck up on him and his lady. He nodded as he sorted his thoughts, worked them out within.

  Yeah, my baby needs to see it. She’s seen pictures, I’ve described it, told her shit, but I want her to lay eyes on it. I want her feet to touch where mine used to, to feel it, ingest it. I want her to understand why I’m back here. I want her to understand completely why her husband needed to get his ass back to where it all started, where it all began. She doesn’t need to know about Koki and all the shit that entails, but she does need to understand my past. She needs this as much as I do…yeah, my Goddess needs to feel the vibe of the South Bronx. The concrete mother of a fucker named Saint…

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  Chapter Thirteen

  Xenia snatched each tender and gritty morsel Saint uttered, grabbing everything he explained, holding tight to every word he tossed her way. Her heart beat a bit faster, and she wasn’t certain why.

  “And this is where the building used to stand… It’s gone, as you can see,” he said mournfully. “It was a shithole. I’m not surprised they tore it down, but it was my shithole, you know?”

  “I understand, baby.” She squeezed his hand tighter.

  “It was real tall.” He pointed upward towards the star covered sky that blanketed them with rich, black protection. “We were in Apartment 7C in there on the forth floor. I’ll always remember that. I used to run into that place after school like I regretted having to part ways and I dreaded it all at the same time. I was always happy if I had beat my old man home, though.”

  “You know, Saint, I know a different Osaze. It is hard for me to see him as the person he used to be towards you.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I know it happened though. He’s never denied it and that’s just not something a person would lie about. I’m sorry those things happened to you.”

  “Yeah.” Saint kept his gaze upward. “I’m not trying to live in the past, I’m not. It’s just that we can never forget where we come from. I don’t want to repeat his mistakes. I will make my own with my children; I don’t need his sins, too. I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t fuck me up a bit.” He shrugged as he tugged her hand, leading her away from the scene.

  Something about the place was extremely depressing. It made her soul ache, but it called to her, too. Now she understood what her husband had been saying all of these years. They’d walked past newer stores and construction, but something about the area still screamed urban decay, as if it were a happy grin atop a pile of nothingness or something dilapidated, a discarded carcass under a brand new Oriental rug. Maybe the memories of its history proved so filthy and horrific, no amount of maneuvering bulldozers, strong bleach and brand new shiny storefronts could wipe it clean.

  “This is where my mother was killed.” Saint stood there, his hands shoved in his pockets as he glared down at the ground. A light sprinkling of rain began and she immediately wrapped her arms around him. He felt so cold, his muscles tight and drawn together as if a vise squeezed them from the inside out. He wrapped his arm around her, but he kept his golden, glimmering eyes on the ground. This was the worst kind of pain to witness and in that moment, Xenia had to think to herself about her own mother, long and hard.

  Mama drives me crazy. She really does, but…it would just kill me if she passed away, especially like that…

  Saint looked ahead and pointed. “They said the car came from over there and careened out of control, ran right into her, like she was just nothing. Then, the son of a bitch just kept on going…like she was trash!” He gnashed his teeth and hid his face in her shoulder. She kept holding him to her, giving him an anchor.

  “Saint, I’m so sorry, baby… Come here.” Clasping her hands around the material of his coat, she made him look at her, desperately trying to force the man to acknowledge her, to not shut her out as he disappeared within himself. “Baby, even though you don’t know who did it, you have to trust that God took care of it, okay?”

  He said nothing, but he did look down at her. No smile on his face, just an icy stare that sent chills through her body. Then, his hand caressed her back, warmth returning to their embrace.

  “Let’s go…” he mumbled, carting her away. As they walked, the rain grew heavier and heavier, and the sounds of Spanish music cascaded from various storefront doorways, eateries, bodegas and apartment windows daring to be open in such cool temperatures. But it was music, and Xenia figured, when people had nothing, whatever they could share, they would. Songs were definitely for sharing…

  “I wish I had time to show you more, but it’s raining and it’s getting late.”

  “Saint.” She stopped and tugged on his wet jacket. “What was your favorite thing to do when you lived here?”

  A crooked grin flashed across his face. “Listen to music, play stick ball, hang with Bomb, act a fool with Raphael. After we moved to Brooklyn, I didn’t come back over here much until I was a teenager. When I came back, I liked looking for girls. The Bronx and Brooklyn had the best girls.” He laughed lightly, causing Xenia to do the same.

  “Manhattan had the gold diggers, Brooklyn had the ride or die chicks, the Bronx had dangerous broads, but their butts seemed home grown…bodies like whoa.” He made a motion with his hands as if outlining the shape of a woman’s hips and ass.

  “Saint, you are a mess.” She laughed and shook her head as her hair became soaked…and his, too. He looked so beautiful standing out there in the rain, his hair glistening and flattening against his golden face. She ran a finger lightly over his lips. He gripped it hard, making her sigh until she felt the soft wetness of his mouth as he slid it inside. He sucked her finger, holding her hand steady there while he looked so intensely into her eyes. Then, just like that, he plucked it from between his lips, grabbed her hand and continued to walk.

  “Harlem had nice lookin’ chicks too, but they seemed to want to be on Broadway or go to college.” He chuckled. “It was harder to get laid in Harlem, at least for me, because so many were afraid of getting pregnant; it would ruin their dreams. I found some though, I always found some.”

  “So your life revolved around women?” She smirked.

  “Pretty much.” He laughed cheerlessly. “It still does but this time, it’s just one.”

  He grabbed her by her waist, turned her around and flung her back hard against a brick wall, scaring the shit out of her. The roughness of the jagged bricks pricked into her skin, pulled at her pants and left tiny abrasions against her neck. Before she could ask what his damn problem was, his soft lips met hers and strong hands roamed up and down her form over soaked clothes. Her pussy competed with her threads for who could get wetter… Then he pried her lips apart for a deeper kiss. In that moment, she wanted that man more than anything else in the entire world. His tongue jetted in and out of her mouth as if they were fucking, and she felt his groan rumble deep within her, vibrating throughout her body. Then, just like that, he pulled away from her. He stumbled back, his brows furrowed and his feet unsteady as if intoxicated. He stared her up and down, sizing her up.

  “Come here, I want to take you somewhere else before we go home.” He
stretched his hand out to her, waiting. Xenia let him catch her hand. Their fingertips danced lightly against each another until he took a strong hold onto her. But to her surprise, rather than lead her to the car, they ended up at the entrance to a subway, then walked down the steps into the land of city trains…

  *

  The lights flickered, alarming the sexy woman that sat next to Saint in the back of the train. They’d gotten lucky—they found only three other people there, and two had gotten off.

  “Do the lights always flash like that?” Xenia asked as she grasped the fabric of his exposed shirt. To let himself air-dry, he’d unzipped his jacket and allowed the air around them to do the honors. Slicking his hand over his wet hair, he looked down at her and grabbed her ass, bringing her closer.

  “Sometimes…it’s nothing to worry about.”

  “I love you,” she murmured, laying her leg over his lap, getting comfortable beside him. He stared down at her bun, the sparkling of rain drops still fresh in the tresses. One finger, then another, he touched them, feeling the wetness from the rain that had fallen in the South Bronx, indoctrinating her, blessing her, baptizing her. He found it rather odd that once they reached the train, the rain suddenly stopped, as if a switch had been flicked. He didn’t tell her, but it was not raining across the street where they’d stood, nor behind or in front of them. No, the rain clouds were theirs and theirs alone. He knew and understood what that meant. She’d been accepted into the fold. New York had officially welcomed and adopted her, and would do all she could to make this woman he’d die for feel at ease. She was in a strange place with a strange man, but he was her lover, her best friend. She had important work to do, and she understood this now, without a shadow of a doubt. He was nothing without her, and her let her know that through his caress, in the way he let his hand feather over the side of her face.

  After a while, the last person exited the train, leaving just the two of them.

  He looked lazily at the map-covered walls and numbered pillars before they departed once again. What a superb feeling to be under the city once again, a feeling he could barely describe. He heard her swallow, stared at her throat for a spell and then, like the raindrops on her jacket, she slid away, until she crouched on the filthy gum and grime covered floor, nestled between his gaping legs. He looked down at her with perplexity, not sure what to say or do, but then stiffened and groaned when she reached for his zipper and looked up into his eyes, a sadness about her, but a power, all the same. He shifted his weight, and looked away to see the brick walls buzzing past faster and faster as she reached into his boxers and then…

  “Ahhhh, shiiit, baby!”

  She engulfed him in her hot mouth, making his semi-erect cock strain along her inner cheek as it grew swiftly, thickening alongside her working tongue.

  “Ohhhh, uhhh, shit, baby!” He threw his head back, gripped her hair in an iron-clad fist, fell slave to her magic. So in awe at her actions, but too under her spell to practice discretion. Straightening up a bit, she placed a hand on each of his thighs, her eyes never straying from his face, and deep-throated the damn thing, loudly slurping and contorting her head just so. He looked down at her, barely able to keep focus before slumping back on the seat once again. He didn’t know what made the woman do it, drop to her knees like that and suck his cock like her life depended on it, but she was doing it oh so well!

  “Oh God, baby…don’t stop!”

  He fell to the opposite side of the hard bench, barely holding on to the edge of his seat.

  Please don’t let anyone else get on, please! Damn this feels so fuckin’ good!

  He said a silent prayer, not because he gave a damn about anyone seeing the act, but he didn’t want their asses reported, which would result in Xenia facing the consequences of such. All he could do was drift in and out of rational thought, for he surely didn’t stay in that position long as his balls tightened, and she grabbed the shaft with both hands, rotated her lips up and down the damn thing, until it was duly covered with her warm saliva. The sight of it all driving him crazy.

  “Mmmmm!” she moaned throatily against his cock, a slight smile on her face that grew wider when she popped the head out of her mouth, then flicked it rapidly with the tip of her tongue.

  “Ahhhhhh fuck!” He grabbed her hair hard, pushed her back down on his dick and leaned forward, caressing her back with the other hand. He teetered a bit on his tippy toes, breathing erratically as the lights flickered on and off, and the train felt like it was going faster and faster. “Xenia! Shit!” He huffed. He gathered the bit of resolve he had to shove her away from him, causing his shiny cock to pop out of her mouth. It bobbed about as he paused for a split second, then he reached for her, hoisting her up from the ground with both hands and tossing her like a feather onto the seat. Switching places with her, he fell to his knees, shoved her pants down until they puddled around her ankles, and yanked her panties to the side, exposing her for his eyes to see. The woman squirmed about as he zoned in on her pussy, pressed his lips firmly into the gushy, soft lips, and sucked it hard while he guided a finger inside of her, fucking her with it until she cooed and purred like the sex kitten that she was.

  He gripped her ass, bringing her further into his face, smashing his nose as he inhaled, sucked and tongue fucked her delicious zone with eager enthusiasm.

  “Mmmmm!” he groaned, shaking his head and licking up and down, around and around her saturated valley.

  She yelled out, shut her eyes tightly and endured the loving he lavished upon her. He wanted to continue on, but he knew this route like the back of his hand. Time was running out, and the ride would soon be coming to an end. Wanting to make good on the last few minutes, he got to his feet above her but supported himself by placing his hands on the headboard of the seat. He quickly removed one hand, grabbed his throbbing cock and pushed inside of her. Xenia screamed and shuddered as he thrust hard and strong within her.

  “Saint! Ahhhh…” She pressed her hand against his lower stomach, trying to slow his movements, but he snatched her fingers away and kept right on, going deeper and deeper, determined to make her cum.

  He bent at the knee, his pants puddled around his ankles, and drove her, faster and faster. As he stared down into her eyes, he wanted to devour her very soul. The thin fabric of her see-through pink panties rubbed against his shaft as he continued to fuck the shit out of her. She looked so damn helpless, so completely destitute, so he increased his stride, giving it to her hard and steady, making her take everything he had to offer as he pounded that pussy with due diligence.

  “Ahhhh, Saint…” she moaned helplessly, her pussy clenching him.

  The woman was holding back, trying to stave off the pending outcome. He couldn’t have that, so he leaned further down and jammed his tongue in her mouth, kissing her hard and fucking her even harder.

  “Mmmmm!” He sealed the kiss with a grin, maneuvered his hand down to her clit and used the other to force her body further into his. “Come on, baby! Come on! I still taste you in my damn mouth! Mmmmm!” He lifted one of her legs up, forcing himself deeper, causing her to call out his name over and over as her back arched and her eyes rolled in a way that he was all too familiar with…

  She flooded his cock with her juices, coating it over and over, leaving a mess running down his shaft, and soaked her panties with the nectar of their love making. He was right behind her, and to ensure that not a second was lost before it got too late, he gripped her ass with both hands and pushed into her, making her shudder and leaving barely any room for either of them to breathe. He pumped hard and steady, burrowing his chin into her shoulder, eyes closed, concentrated on how damn good Xenia’s pussy felt cocooned around his cock.

  “I’m almost there, baby!” he rasped in her ear, letting her know he was going to release in a matter of seconds.

  She gripped him, a gesture giving him permission to explode.

  “Uhhh! Uhhh!” He sped up, his hips flexing fast and his cock pu
shing in and out of her faster than he’d ever thought possible. He squeezed his eyes shut; his entire body began to vibrate.

  “Ohhhh fuck!” His cum shot out, over and over inside of her, never seeming to slow or cease. “Uhhh!”

  He rotated his hips as her pussy pulsated and throbbed against his nature, draining him dry.

  “Uhhhh…shit,” he said, drunk on her.

  He stood, barely able to keep his balance, and looked down at her pussy. The panties slowly moved back into location, but not completely. A little skin remained exposed for his viewing pleasure—partially exposed slit, the swollen, sweet lips glistening with the evidence of their climaxes. Still breathing hard, he reached down and quickly redressed. She followed suit; he hated that for he wanted to keep looking at her pussy, the hole filled with his creamy, white cum, turning him the fuck on. He so hated that they had to stop…

  He plopped against her on the bench and wrapped his arm affectionately around her, snuggled close. He kissed the top of her head; the bun had fallen apart during their energetic love session, leaving a wild nest of heavily textured curls. He liked it all the same…

  “We’ll get off and get on the other train to get back to the car,” he said softly running his fingers up and down her shoulder.

  “You think the car will be stripped when we return?” she joked.

  He smirked. “Nah, I think it’ll be okay. Some people over there know it’s mine. I don’t think they’ll let anything happen to it.” Armondo and his crew came to mind…

  On a yawn, he stretched his legs, crossed his ankles and leaned back for a spell.

  “Saint…”

  “Yeah, baby?” he answered listlessly, ready to fall asleep right then and there.