Rozalyn 4

by Shan

  As much as I wanted to stop the court order that had been enforced, I couldn't just stop my wife from coming here. This nigga J.B. was becoming a pain in my fucking ass. One minute he huffing and puffing about how he could give two fucks about the kids that I raised and the next he was begging for a blood test.

  I didn't know the extent of his and Rozalyn's sexual encounter but I could tell when a nigga was reacting dumbly behind pussy. I honestly believed he was doing all this shit just so he could be in Rozalyn's life. Shit, I’ve had the pussy countless times and know for sure that it was worthy of fucking up a nigga’s mentally.

  "You gonna let me in or what?" I asked as I pulled my shades off and allowed them to rest above my head.

  "Damn! I'm just surprised to see you. Haven't heard from you-" Rozalyn stopped mid-sentence and took a deep breath before finally stepping out of the way to let me in.

  I rubbed my fingertips through my freshly shaved goatee and peeped out the hotel room. No lie. I felt like I was going to find a nigga up in here and was ready to put my murder game down. Truth be told, I was hoping J.B. had been here so I could end all this madness.

  Rozalyn grabbed her purse and made her way to the outside balcony that held a couple of beach style chairs and a glass table. The view was nice and looked down over the cityscape.

  "I see you didn't spare my credit card when booking this damn room," I said looking over the balcony.

  "What makes you think I used your money? And would you rather the boys and I stay at a motel?" she scoffed.

  I chuckled. "You know you like to spend up my money when you mad. You also know better than to think I want anything less than the best for you all."

  The smell of weed mixed with the night air as I walked over to where Rozalyn sat. Before taking a seat at the end of the chair, I stared down at her for a few moments. My wife's beauty always seemed to amaze me. After all the shit she'd been through, I expected to see a few gray hairs and wrinkles, but none of that.

  Her hair maintained a healthy texture and her skin was as flawless as it had been the first day I met her.

  "Stop staring at me like that. I hate when you do that." Rozalyn took a small hit of the weed and passed it in my direction. I grabbed the cigarillo from her and took a deep toke, held onto the kush, and blew out a thick cloud.

  "You told me you quit smoking baby. You know I don't like…"

  "There you go telling me what you don't like about me. How about the fact that I don't like you ignoring me for a whole damn week? Got me and the boys worried out of our damn minds. Also, I don't like that instead of you talking to me about what's pissing you off, you walk away as if the problem will just disappear."

  "Look, you know I had to shoot to Miami to figure out what went down with my Moms. In addition to that, I had a very important business meeting to handle as well as a bunch of other demands that needed my full attention. As far as me being mad, don't get fucked up on how I handle my anger. I'm not beating on you anymore am I? I'm not taking my anger out on you. So why you gettin’ pissy about me not contacting you for a week?"

  Rozalyn rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Her leg began to shake and I knew it was a sign that she was really pissed off. After the meeting with Rico and after finding out that Donald had a few tricks up his sleeve, I hadn't been able to properly concentrate on anything.

  On top of that, this paternity issue with J.B. and my mama being attacked had my attitude levels on high. When I was feeling like that, it was best I stayed away from everybody and give myself time to cool off, relax, and get my mind right.

  "Where are Marion and Trina?" I asked and passed the blunt back to Rozalyn.

  "Hired nanny," she said through gritted teeth.

  "Hired nanny? You left my kids with a stranger?"

  "It's the same chick we've used before and if you let us go back to Miami, then we wouldn't have to leave the kids with a stranger."

  "How are things with Trina?"

  I quickly changed the subject from Miami because I didn’t want to take my family back there. Unbeknownst to Rozalyn, the house was up for sale and I was just waiting on the right person to come along and take it off my hands. I already had a couple of real estate agents in Dallas looking for the perfect home. As soon as they found it, we were leaving Houston and Miami behind.

  There was nothing wrong with Houston but most of my work was done in Dallas these days and it would be great to have my family nearby. Miami held too many bad memories, and to tell the truth, I was just ready to put it behind me, just like I had done when I moved from Atlanta.

  “Truthfully, it took some time for me to get used to her but I came around and she’s a good baby. She doesn’t cry much and the boys are already adapting to having her around.”

  “That’s what’s up. I’m glad I was able to leave her with you and not have to worry about anything. I know you don’t want her around but it is what it is. We’re supposed to make our little family work by any means necessary right?”

  Rozalyn shook her head up and down but didn’t verbally express how she was feeling. I knew it was going to be hard for her to accept my child from another relationship into our marriage, but I’d done the same thing. I’d accepted the twins when I thought they weren’t mine; I wasn’t about to let another man raise them.

  I wanted Rozalyn to feel the same way about my daughter, Trina. Kari was doing time, and, by the time she gets out, Trina won’t even know who she was. She needs a mother in her life and I can’t see anyone other than Rozalyn playing that role. She may have fucked up in her wifely duties, but a mother to the boys she’s always been.

  Even when I’d taken them away and she regained custody, she jumped right back in like it was nothing. I wouldn’t trust any other woman with my daughter, not even her own mother.

  I rubbed my hands against Rozalyn’s soft legs and pulled her down toward the end of the chair. She rolled her eyes at me and stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest. I pushed her legs back toward her head and lowered my head between her legs. She could play mad if she wanted to but she and I both knew she loved some good head.

  Through the material of her cotton shorts, I teasingly nipped at her pussy causing her to force out a moan.

  “Oh, you mad? let me leave you alone then.” I said sitting back and grabbing the blunt.

  “Tae, do not play with me. You always teasing,” she whined.

  “You wanna sit up there and act mad so be mad.” I took a puff of the blunt and looked Rozalyn in her eyes. She straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “I’m mad because you don’t call me, you don’t text me, and that be having me worried. What am I supposed to tell the boys when they ask about you if I don’t know what’s going on myself?”

  “If something happened to me, then you would know. Believe that. Otherwise, when I’m pissed off, let me be pissed off. I don’t need you bugging me every damn ten minutes. I’m trying to work on my attitude, let me do that without you jumping down my damn throat.”

  Rozalyn rolled her eyes and looked away from me but gripped the hold she had around my neck even tighter. Her tongue entered my ear while she grinded her hips against my waist. I took another puff of the kush, tossed it onto the ground, and then removed the shorts Rozalyn was wearing.

  I laid down in the chair, unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out. Rozalyn wasted no time climbing on top and sliding me inside of her. The warmth of her pussy contracted against my dick and caused me to jump from excitement. I gripped a hold of her butt as she freely bounced up and down and twerked her hips in a circular motion.

  “Your ass was ready,” I joked and pulled her shirt over her head. I took her breasts into my mouth, taking my time to show each one some attention. I licked around her nipple, then slowly sucked it into my mouth, and flicked my tongue back and forth.
She allowed her head to fall backwards, tightened her muscles around my shaft, and released a warm coating of her juices. Her strokes became slower but more intense as I continued to make love to her erect nipples.

  “Mmm baby! That feels so good,” she moaned as her body began to tremble.

  “Cum for me baby,” I said and flicked my tongue faster across her nipples.

  “Uhhhh! Mmmm! Shit I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming!” She screamed. The movements in her hips tightened as she grinded and pushed me deeper and deeper inside of her. I pulled her from atop me, turned her over onto her stomach, and arched her backside up toward me. Slowly, I entered her from behind, going deeper and deeper with each stroke.

  “Mmmgh,” I groaned and pulled her hips into mine.

  “Yess! Yessss daddy! Right there,” Rozalyn moaned. She squeezed her muscles around me as tight as she could which made it even more difficult for me to hold back. My strokes became quicker, and my legs tightened.

  “Fuck,” I groaned and slowly grinded into Rozalyn as I let off inside of her. I sat back on the chair and pulled Rozalyn down with me. She turned her body around to face me and gently placed my dick back inside of her. She lowered her head onto my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “I wanna go back to Miami, Tae. My leg is feeling a whole lot better and as you can see, I’m walking just fine. I want my shop back and I wanna finish school.” Rozalyn said as she nibbled on my ear. Slowly, she went up and down on my rod squeezing tightly each time she went down.

  “We’ll talk about it later,” I said and firmly gripped her ass. Miami was out of the question and so was her shop. She was just gonna have to accept that Dallas was going to be her new home.

  ***

  The next day, Rozalyn had her pops watch the boys while she and I went out to eat. I felt a little bad about holding back about the plans I had for us to move to Dallas, and that I hadn’t told her our house was up for sale in Miami. She had to realize though that the little bit of money she made out of the shop was not enough to provide us with the lifestyle we currently live. With what she made at the shop annually, I could give her for a monthly fuckin’ allowance if she just sat her ass at home and took care of our kids. It was all cool that she was trying to be independent and make her own little money but it wasn’t necessary. I needed her to care for the boys and Trina.

  “Why you being so quiet? What’s wrong?” Rozalyn asked as she sipped from her drink.

  “You know I’ve been doing a lot of business in Dallas since I’ve been working with these new cats right?” I asked and stuffed a piece of an egg roll into my mouth.

  “Yeah, you told me. Is that about to change?”

  “Nah, it ain’t about to change. As a matter of fact, shit is about to get deeper. I got a lot of work to do and it’s gonna take a lot of my time.”

  Rozalyn sighed deeply and looked away from me. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest like she always did when she was upset. I pulled my glass of Hennessy closer to me then picked it up to take a few sips.

  "What happened to retirement? Before our split, you quit and now you’re back in it like this? You been telling me you were only doing a little bit here and there, and that Ron and my brother have been doing the bulk of the work. I'm so confused right now," Rozalyn huffed.

  "They were doing the bulk of the work, but when you and I split, I got back in to it to keep myself occupied."

  "So how much longer are you gonna keep this up Tae? How are we supposed to work on us if you're in Dallas all the time?"

  "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I put the house up for sale and stopped the construction on your shop."

  "You did what? Why would you…"

  Rozalyn paused mid-sentence as her eyes focused over my shoulder. I sipped my drink again then glanced over my shoulder to see what caused her attention to drift. Coming in my direction were two well-dressed detectives whom I've had plenty of run-ins with. I shook my head knowing the only reason they were here was to fuck with me.

  "Mr. Andrews. My, my, my it has been a long time," Detective Gilliam said as he patted my shoulder. "I heard you were here, but I didn't want to believe it until I saw it with my own eyes. Stand up for me please."

  "Man for what? You see I'm having a meal with my wife. Get your fuckin’ hand off of me my nigga!" I yelled. I stood to my feet and stood face-to-face with Detective Gilliam. The smirk he wore on his face quickly turned into a frown when his partner Detective Haltom reached for me and I slapped his hand away.

  "Is that how you wanna do this? We left the uniforms outside hoping you would go peacefully." Detective Haltom said with a menacing look in his eyes.

  "Go peacefully for what? Every time I come here, you muthafuckas wanna come at me with some trumped-up charges. Fuck are you niggas trying now?"

  "Turn around and put your hands behind your back. This isn't some trumped up charge. This is in regard to the murder of Rysheed Hanson, aka Ray-Ray; killed a few years ago outside of his baby mother's house. You remember that?" Detective Gilliam asked.

  "Get the fuck out of here. Rozalyn let's go!" I seethed. Ray-Ray? I questioned myself. The very first day I made my move on Rozalyn, that nigga and his crew tried to play me in the middle of the streets. That was the beginning of my come-up. Fuck outta here. They were really fishing and trying to bring me down by any means necessary.

  Rozalyn stood up from her seat, grabbed her purse, and came to my side. I reached for her hand and prepared to leave when a signed warrant was tossed in my face. I hadn't even been back in the A for a good twenty-four hours and they'd had a warrant drawn up and was hot on my ass.

  I exhaled, turned around, and placed my hands behind my back. Looking down at Rozalyn, I could see the look of confusion and terror that was in her eyes. It had been quite some time since I’d spent any time behind bars, and whenever I did, it always stressed her out.

  "Get the boys and go back home and then call my lawyer babe, okay?" I said as the detective cuffed and pulled me away.

  I wasn't in the least bit worried because I'd covered my tracks carefully when I killed Ray-Ray…or, at least I thought I had. It was supposed to look like him and his crew had turned on one another. Damn, I hoped they were just fishing and I hadn’t fucked up. I thought.

  9 JAMIR

  "Aye bro, I just heard Tae’s ass got locked up so he won't be making that flight this morning," Justice, my little brother, said as he poked his head into my bedroom.

  "Locked up?" I questioned and quickly sat up in my bed.

  "Yeah bro. That's what just came through to me. How we supposed to get this shit on and popping if this dude is in jail? I knew it was too good to be true."

  "Just chill youngin' and let me figure out what's going on."

  Justice left the room and I grabbed my boxers from the floor along with a cigarette from the nightstand. My name is Jamir and I've been working for Tamar for the past three or four months. He recently approached me about joining his team and quite frankly, I couldn't refuse.

  My girl’s brother, DeAngelo had introduced the two of us and things have been kosher ever since then. Truth be told, Tamar's name rang bells all over the south. He was known for making it storm in places where it was known to be a drought.

  Before meeting Tamar, I was just some nickel and dime hustler barely making ends meet. Me and my brother lived with our t-lady in the 'jects on that section 8 housing shit. My t-lady is a crackhead and has been since I was eight years old. She delivered Justice into the world hooked on that shit and brought him home for me to care for.

  I didn’t know anything about caring for a baby but I learned. Every day before school, I would feed him real good and make sure he was dry. By the time I came home, he was wet and hollering for a bottle. My t-lady did absolutely nothing but bitch about him crying and shittin
g his diapers. I completely lost my childhood but it was worth it to me.

  My little brother was all I had and I was all he had. Raising him was rough but we made it through. Hustlin' and bustlin' my ass off to do what my t-lady was supposed to do seemed like it would never pay off. A nigga was actually considering enrolling in school and getting an education until Tae came along. Nothing’s cool about a twenty-six-year-old young man who can barely pay bills.

  Tae was heaven sent. Within a couple of months of working for him, I was able to move me and my lil' bro out the hood and into a nice lil' townhouse in the North. I had a set of new responsibilities that came with a major upgrade in pay.

  "I thought you didn't have to leave until ten...it's like 7:30," Passion whined as she rolled over in bed. I leaned down and kissed her forehead and then made my way to the walk-in closet.

  "I know you heard what Jus said. I gotta go see what's up with my mans. Make sure he don't need me to do anything," I yelled over my shoulder.

  "Your mans? Damn! You ain't been knowing this nigga but a couple of months and he got you jumping like that? Besides, didn't you just tell me the shit he got going on is likely to cause a war down here," Passion huffed. "And you cool with that?"

  "I'm cool with getting paper however I gotta get it no matter what. Me and bro eating good right now, and you been eating off the same damn plate, so what you doing all that extra talking for?"

  I walked out of the closet and laid my attire for the day across the bed. After grabbing a lighter from the nightstand, I lit my cigarette and took a pull before blowing a round of smoke out. Looking into the mirror at my dark chocolate skin and dark brown eyes, I wondered if I looked like my father; wondered if I was as tall as he was or if my height had come from my mom.

  I was only 5’11 and my mom is around 5’9. I knew I had her skin tone, but I also speculated about how much of me came from my sperm donor.