by Kelly, Marie
Getting to my bedroom, I slowly pushed the door open and just stood back taking in the view in front of me.
“Oh my god! You didn’t!” Kanada spoke to the Kindle in her hand and then fell out laughing.
She was sitting in the loveseat I put in there for her to read on, wearing one of my shirts, white socks on her feet, and her hair was messy sitting on her shoulder. She wasn’t wearing anything special, but she’d never looked more beautiful to me.
I enjoyed the view for a few more seconds—knowing I made the right choice when I turned Brittany down—and then I spoke, making my presence known.
“You know talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.”
Her head snapped back to look at me, and that adorable smile greeted me.
“That’s okay because you still like me.”
I smiled and nodded. “I most definitely do.”
“What you reading that has you laughing out loud and talking to yourself?”
“Forever Dedicated to a Dopeboy by Ebony Diamonds.” She cheesed, and I chuckled.
“You like these thug books and shit, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She climbed off the loveseat, put the Kindle down, and walked over to me.
“There’s something about these book baes.”
“Book baes?” I frowned, and she laughed.
“Yeah!”
I stroked my chin and nodded at her.
“Let me find out I need to fuck your Kindle up with all that book bae talk!”
Kanada’s arms circled my neck as my arms wrapped around her waist. She threw her head back, giving out a cute little laugh.
“You better not mess up my Kindle, Alvaro.”
I raised an eyebrow with a smirk because she had no idea I was being fucking serious.
“So, thugs, huh? Kingpins and all that shit, you like?”
“I mean, they have the swag and all that.”
I chuckled. “What if I said you were living with one?”
Telling Kanada who I was never crossed my mind before, but every day, it was getting harder to lie to her.
I watched her face to gauge her reaction to what I said, but she surprised me when she smirked.
“Should I tell you a secret, Alvaro?” I nodded to her question. “I’ve been living in this fantasy where you’re like the men I read in the books.”
My brows shot up, and I pulled her closer to me.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup.”
“And I got all the swag and shit too?”
She giggled. “So much more, baby.”
We stared at each other until I stroked her face.
“I run New York, Kanada, and I go by the name of Wrath. That’s what I meant when I told you that I wasn’t perfect.”
She nodded.
“It’s dangerous but I promise to always keep you and TJ safe. No matter what, I will protect you both. Do you understand?”
“That’s all I need to know,” was all she said.
Damn, I’m fucking lucky!
That was confirmation that I chose the right woman. Kanada didn’t question me or doubt me. She held on to my every word—not because it was law—but because she had that confidence in me.
And I couldn’t ask for a better woman.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” I allowed my thought to be revealed as she smiled up at me.
“I feel the same way, which just tells me that we deserve each other.”
“I can definitely agree with that.”
Cupping the back of her head, I pulled her face toward me and kissed her lips.
“Come take a shower with me,” I said, and she nodded to agree.
I took her hand and led her to my adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind us.
Once I cut the shower on to warm up, I turned to Kanada and took my shirt off her body, revealing that she had on nothing but panties and socks.
As I bent down slightly to take them off her, I sucked a nipple into my mouth, making her subtly groan. When she stepped out of her panties, I rubbed a hand between her lower lips, and she gasped.
I continued to suck on her nipples and then up her neck until I reached her upper lips as I took my clothes off. We then climbed into the shower together and after closing the shower door, I just stood there looking down at her.
“You’re all I need,” I told her, even though I knew she didn’t fully understand why I said that.
A small part of me wanted to fuck Brittany, and it had me doubting what I had with Kanada—not because of her, but because it was easier doing that to justify wanting to fuck Brittany.
You know when you tell yourself that a person doesn’t really like you once you find yourself doing something to hurt them and need a reason to make you feel better about it? That was the only reason I held doubt at that moment, but as I looked down into Kanada’s face, I knew in my heart that I had made the right choice. She fit me in a way no one ever had or would be able to.
“You’re all I need too, Alvaro.” Her eyes sparkled, letting me know that she meant what she said.
I looked over at the stereo that I had placed in the wall and turned it on. When I found the perfect song, I smiled as I played it.
“Ohhhh, I love this song!” Kanada happily clapped when Ariana Grande’s “Imagine” started to play, and I laughed.
I wasn’t into girly ass songs like this, but after hearing Kanada sing it religiously around the house, I played it because I knew she loved it. If I was honest, the song was good as fuck too—nice music to make love to!
Kanada’s face lit up as she sang the words while looking into my eyes. I swear that shit made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and goose bumps run over my skin.
“Click, click, click and post. Drip, drip, dripped in gold. Quick, quick, quick, let’s go. Kiss me and take off your clothes.” I playfully sang along with her, and she smiled widely at me.
She better not tell anyone this shit! I thought and chuckled at myself.
Stroking hair away from Kanada’s face, I kissed her lips and picked her up before sliding her down on my dick.
“Hmmmm, Alvaro.”
The way she cooed my name sent a shiver down my spine.
Nobody sounded like her or felt like her!
I pressed her back against the tiled wall as I dropped my face into her neck. Her arms circled my neck and pulled me closer. I drove my dick in and out of her in sync to the beats flowing around us.
I don’t know if it was the song, hearing Kanada’s voice whimper my name in such a sexy way, or how fucking good she felt, or maybe it was a mixture of all three, but a funny feeling rushed over me.
My heart was racing out of my chest.
Our bodies moved in perfect harmony. As I pushed and pulled into her, she wound her hips to match me stroke for stroke.
When I clamped a mouth over her nipple, she started to run her nails up and down my back.
“Alvarooo.”
“Mmmm, Kanada. Fuck, baby, you’re doing something to me.” I groaned and sped up my movements.
“You’re doing something to me too.”
I pulled back to look at her, and we locked eyes while I continued to rotate deeply and slowly into her. Our eyes spoke volumes even though no words were spoken from our mouths.
There was no need for words because we were so connected. I knew what she felt because I felt the same thing.
We belonged to each other, and nothing was going to break that.
I reached up to stroke her face again, and she kissed my palm. A smile covered both of our faces before I leaned forward to claim her lips as mine.
When I felt my nut rising, I gripped her ass tighter and pummeled her center, making her cry into my mouth. The sound of our wet skin slapping against each other bounced off the shower walls and mixed in with the melodic sound of Ariana’s voice.
My stomach knotted, and low growls sipped between my lips that were still locked with Kanada’s. I kissed h
er like I had never kissed her before—like I was trying to claim her soul through our kiss—and it brought me to my peak.
“Ssssss, Kanadaaaa. Ohhhhh fuuck!” I threw my head back and bit my bottom lip while I emptied my seeds into her just as she came too.
I fell forward into her body and rested my head on top of hers. My eyes closed, and I panted, trying to come down from the high.
After a few seconds, I opened them to see Kanada looking up at me. Our eyes locked, and I allowed myself to get lost in them for a moment.
I took her hand and kissed the palm of it before placing it on my heart to let her know that was where she resided. The smile she gave me let me know that she knew. And then she did the same thing to me, making a warm and satisfied feeling wash over me.
Yeah, I was good where I was.
3
Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey
One Week Later
Unable to sleep, I lay in the dark listening to Dior lightly breathe as my eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling.
It only took me two days to call Dior back. I was confused and angry, but I couldn’t deny that I missed her. Over the weeks we spent together, my feelings had grown so much that even when I wanted to hate her and leave her alone, I just couldn’t. My body and heart wouldn’t allow me to. They wanted her; craved her, and when I couldn’t fight it anymore, I came to see her.
Neither of us knew what the fuck we were doing; we just knew that we couldn’t leave each other alone, despite the fucking mess that was around us.
How did we justify staying together when her pops wanted my ass locked up and my brothers wanted her dead? There was no way the shit could work. It was just a damn shame that our hearts didn’t want to hear it.
“Jashawn, are you okay?” Dior called out to me in the dark and rubbed a hand across my naked chest.
I let out a long breath as I thought about her question.
Was I okay?
After staring at the ceiling for a little longer, I dropped my head to look at her. The lights were off, but the moonlight lit up the room enough for me to see her beautiful face. Every time I thought about walking away from her or doing what I told Wrath that I would, her face would always make me change my mind. Which was why I tried to stay away from her, but then I found myself missing her voice, her scent, the way she laughed and even walked.
I missed seeing her face and those eyes I loved to lose myself in.
Life wasn’t fucking fair!
“I don’t know, Dior,” I finally answered, and she stared at me for a few seconds before nodding to agree.
“I spoke to my dad.”
That was the main reason why I came over—to find out if she spoke to that nigga—but once she opened the door, my mind was on other things.
“What did he say?”
The breath she let out told me it didn’t go too well.
“He wasn’t trying to hear me at first.”
I moved my head back, so I could look up at the ceiling again.
“Dior—”
“I know, Shawn, but I told him that if he continued, I would never have anything to do with him again.”
“And you think that’s gonna work? I may not be able to kill you, but I will kill him if I have to.”
I didn’t want to tell her that, but I wasn’t going to lie to her either. Her dad was a threat to me and my family, and there was no way I would allow him to destroy one of us. Even him being Dior’s dad wouldn’t stop me from doing what I had to.
I may not have had that strength when it came to Dior, but that nigga didn’t mean shit to me. The only thing I was worried about was would Dior and I survive that.
“Mannnn, Dior, we can’t do this shit.” I groaned and sat up in the bed, wanting to leave after realizing we wouldn’t work either way.
This shit didn’t make any fucking sense!
I went to climb off the bed, but she stopped me by pulling on my arm.
“What are you saying, Jashawn?”
“I’m saying we can’t see each other anymore, Dior. Shit is fucked up, ma. How can we be together?”
This wasn’t what the fuck I wanted. We were trying to be in a relationship that none of our family wanted us to be in. How did we compete with that?
Once I found out who Dior was, I told my dad before he heard it from someone else. He may have been retired, but Jackson Larry Ramsey was still very much in the streets. Just like my brother, Wrath, my pops always ended up finding out what happened with us, and I mean always.
My pops knew about that shoot out in the club by the time we fucking fled the scene. So, it would have only been a matter of time before he found out Dior was the detective’s daughter, and I wanted to be the one to tell him.
Just like I knew he would, he agreed with Wrath; Dior and her dad had to go.
But here I was fucking her instead of doing what I was supposed to be doing. My loyalty laid with my family and empire before anything else, yet I was breaking it all for a girl who never could be mine anyway. The craziest part of it all is that I found myself missing Amber! At least with her ass, there was none of this bullshit!
“Jashawn, I spoke to my dad, and I’m sure he will stop.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
Her eyes widened, and mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Exactly.”
I made another attempt to get up, but she stopped me again by climbing onto my lap.
“Please, Jashawn. I have feelings for you, and I don’t want us to end. I’m sure that my dad will stop.”
Needing to see her eyes, I reached across and turned the lamp on that sat on the nightstand beside my phone.
“And if he doesn’t, would you be able to be with me knowing I killed your dad?”
Her eyes watered as she stared at me. “Why is that the only answer, Jashawn?”
“Because what else is there to do, Dior? Your pops hates us, and he’s not gonna stop until we’re locked up! Or is that what you want?”
“How can you ask me something like that? I went to my dad over you!”
Fuck, this wasn’t what I wanted. We were arguing about the shit, and that showed me that we didn’t need to be doing this.
“Aye, move, ma. Let me get up.” I tapped her thigh.
“No!”
“I said get the fuck up, Dior! Can’t you see this shit won’t work?”
“BECAUSE YOU WON’T TRY!”
I gripped her shoulders and pulled her toward me.
“Because I won’t try? I’m going against my fucking family by even being here with you! You and your pops should be dead, but y’all not! So, don’t tell me I’m not fucking trying!”
I had just pumped her ass full of my seeds when that should have been bullets! And she thought I wasn’t fucking trying?
Tears slid down her face, and I quickly let her shoulders go.
“Ahhhh, fuck!” I yelled out in frustration.
I was so fucking lost.
Sometimes I thought about talking to Wrath and letting him know what was going on with me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to look my brother in the eyes and tell him that I was fucking up. Wrath had so much faith in me, and I didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. I loved my fucking brother, and outside of my pops, he was the only other man I looked up to.
From a young age, I used to thrive when I did anything to make Wrath proud of me. Every time he asked me what was going on with Dior and her pops, it burned me to lie to my brother. Someone who I told everything to and always went to for advice.
Hearing Dior snivel pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked down at her.
When she started to climb out of my lap, I wrapped my arms around her waist to stop her.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” I whispered into her neck and then gave it a few sensual kisses.
“I didn’t mean to shout at you, Dior. I’m just so fucking confused and unsure,” I voiced, and she pushed me back to look at me.
When sh
e did, I thumbed her tears away.
“Be sure about us, Jashawn.”
I simpered. “That’s the only thing I’m sure about.”
Everything else was fucked up, but I knew how I felt about Dior and that she felt the same way about me. It was the only thing I knew because outside of that, I didn’t know if I was coming or going
Both of our families were in our ears about each other, but where were we? Together.
“Please trust me, Jashawn. I spoke to my dad, just trust me, please.”
“I do trust you, Dior, or I wouldn’t be here.”
And that was the truth. There was no way in hell I would be in her apartment if I didn’t. It was her fucking pops that I didn’t trust!
“I believe my dad won’t go through with it, and then after that, we can talk to your brothers.”
I sighed and then looked at her.
As she stared back at me, I tried to envision being without her, and all it did was make my heart race, indicating that it was a vision I didn’t want to see. Dior had quickly become a part of me, and it was hard to walk away.
“Okay, baby, I will trust you.”
She hugged around my neck, and I rubbed her back.
When she pulled back from me, I kissed her lips, and it quickly turned into heavy tongue kissing.
My dick rocked up again, and I lifted her slightly, allowing her to grab my dick and position me at her opening before she slowly sat down on it.
I grabbed her hips and got ready to help her ride me until my cell started ringing. Both of our eyes fell onto it, and my body stiffened when I saw that it was Wrath calling me.
Dior and I silently sat there with dropped mouths looking at the cell. And when the call stopped, we looked at each other.
“It will work, Jashawn,” she said, sounding so confident, and that transferred to me because I started to believe it too.
Lord, don’t let us be wrong!
Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey
A Few Nights Later
I stood in the doorway and watched as A’Moya finished putting some black wand looking thing on her eyes. She had told me what it was called, but I couldn’t remember.