by Mz. Lady P
“As a matter of fact, if that’s the type of woman you are I don’t even want you to be my fucking wife. A woman who can’t step the fuck up and be a mother to a child, who obviously needs one, ain’t the woman for me. As much as I love you I would walk away in an instant for my kids, and yes I said kids. Rashad is my fucking son, Chloe.
“If you can’t respect that or step up to the plate and be the mother that I need in his life, I’ll make arrangements for your ass to go back to Miami. But trust and believe me you will not be taking Rasharia with you. In the meantime, don’t say shit to me until you let me know what the fuck it really is, Ma.”
Rashad had been holding a firm grip on my hair as he spoke to me. Tears were falling down my face as he spoke. I had never seen him so angry or mad at me for that matter. He tightened his grip and flared his nostrils as he stared at me with so much hate in his eyes.
“Go get my motherfucking daughter! I’ll be waiting for your decision. In the meantime, I’ll be around if you need me, but I won’t be here.” Rashad released me and got dressed. He left without saying one word to me. At that moment I was regretting saying the things I said. I know the shit I said was selfish, but is it wrong for me to want Rashad to myself? I guess I had some soul searching to do.
Chapter 23- Jayceon
I was trying my best not to go across Bella’s shit, but the way she was behaving was really pissing me off. Granted I know she has every right to be mad, but at the same time, she’s not even trying to understand this shit from my point of view. All this fucking slick talking and disrespect has me pissed the fuck off. I’m trying to keep my cool, because I know she’s acting like this out of anger and hurt.
At the same time, she knows how I feel about her being disrespectful and talking all that jazzy shit. She has no idea the sacrifices and risks I’ve taken to make sure that her and my kids made it out here with me.
Bella had been up in the bedroom since this morning at breakfast. I decided to spend some much needed time with my kids. After all, I would be hopping on a plane real soon to handle all of the loose strings that needed to be cut. It felt good to spend the entire day with my kids. It had been so long since I was able to give them my undivided attention. I allowed them to play until they were tired and couldn’t hang no more.
Jaylah, on the other hand, was a crybaby. She liked to be held at all times. Her little ass had a nigga wore the fuck out with all that crying, but I welcomed it because we needed to bond. This was officially the first time I had really gotten to spend time with her, and I loved every minute. I thought Jazzie would be jealous because she was such a daddy’s girl, but it had been so long since she had seen me. Her and my son needed to get back used to having me around, because I have no intention of leaving them again.
I get chills down my spine just thinking of leaving them for twenty-five years. It’s a must I nipped all this shit in the bud. My family is everything to me. So many years I’ve thrived on being Blockka, but now I just want to be Jayceon the husband and the father.
Tired wasn’t even the word all I wanted to do was get some sleep, but I couldn’t sleep knowing that Bella was mad at me. The last thing I wanted was to lay in bed next to her knowing that she hated a nigga. I had to make this shit right. At the same time, I was tired of her not allowing me to do it. I go hard for her and her resentment towards me is really bringing Blockka out of me, and I’m trying my best to keep that beast under wraps until it’s time for him to come out. For the time being, I knew that I needed to let her be, because she had every right to be mad, so I decided to just fall back and let her be.
*****
I had been dreading seeing my mother and sister. It was bad enough me and Bella wasn’t on the best of terms, but my mother and sister were also giving me the cold shoulder. The three people in the world that mattered the most to me wasn’t fucking with me, and that was really hurting a nigga.
I had been calling my mother, but she had been sending me straight to voicemail for the last couple of days. My mother called and requested for all of us to come over to her house for Thanksgiving dinner. So much had been going on that we forgot it was the damn holidays. My mind was all over the place, and I didn’t know if I was coming or going.
“Are you ready to go?” Bella was sitting in front of her vanity putting on makeup. I swear I didn’t understand why she liked to pile that shit up on her face like that. She was naturally beautiful with the prettiest skin I had ever seen on a woman. I don’t care how much I tell her not to wear that bullshit, she does anyway. Talking about her face has to be beat for the gods before she walks out of the door. Whatever the fuck that shit means.
“Almost; I just need to put on some lip gloss.” I watched her as she placed the lip gloss on her lips. Just watching her do it made my dick get hard. It had been two weeks since we reunited, and she was holding out on giving me that pussy. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to sleep in bed with her while she’s naked. She does that shit on purpose.
Not to mention all night she keeps poking her ass out so it can rub up against me. I’ve never masturbated or taken so many cold showers in all of my life. That’s okay, though, because the next time she does that shit, I’ma slide this dick right up her ass. I’m gon’ fuck her Blockka style. I bet she won’t tease a nigga no more.
When we arrived at my parents’ house my mother and Sky were in the kitchen. Both of their backs were to me, so they didn’t even know I was in the room. I slowly crept up on them as they stood over the stove.
“I’m sorry I hurt and made ya’ll cry. Please forgive me. I need my favorite girls to forgive me and ride this shit out with me. I’m so sorry, Ma.”
“I forgive you, Jayceon. You’re my son, and I love you more than anything in this world. Plus Jace explained everything to us a little while ago.”
“Did that bitch Fatima really do that to Angelica?” Sky said as tears slid down her face. I just shook my head yeah, because I couldn’t even bring myself to speak on it. The whole thing rendered a nigga speechless.
“Ya’ll better find that bitch before I do.” My mother said and she walked out of the kitchen wiping her eyes. I knew she was upset about Angelica. They were really close. She was her first grandchild. Not to mention my mother got Fatima through what she thought was grief, but all along it was just her trying to get attention.
“I love you, Jayceon. Do what ya’ll have to do. Just please come back home to us, I can’t take it without ya’ll.” Sky and I embraced, and I felt even more at ease. I was back good with my mother and sister. Now I just needed to make Bella’s stubborn ass come around.
Chapter 24- Bella
“I still can’t believe them niggas kidnapped us. I have to admit that shit turned me all the way on.” Shayla said as she continued to cut the sweet potatoes.
“I know right. I don’t know about ya’ll, but I was scared as fuck.” We all started laughing because her ass was scared.
“You got to give them credit for all of this. They did risk the FEDS finding out they were actually alive. I feel so bad, because Rashad and I were doing so well, until I said that stupid shit about not helping out with Rashad Jr. when they kill that bitch Fatima.
“The more I thought about it the more I realized that I was dead ass wrong for saying the shit. It’s been a week since he walked out, and he hasn’t said shit to me since. He comes in and spends time with Rasharia, puts her to bed at night, and leaves. Ya’ll know that shit is eating me up, right? I’m just too stubborn to apologize. Even though I know that I’m in the wrong.” Chloe said.
“If we ain’t learned shit else in all of this, we’ve learned that life is indeed too short. I was so mad about them keeping this shit a secret, but we’re a family and it’s a must we be supportive. I can’t tell ya’ll how to deal with this shit with your husbands. All I know is that you guys have a second chance with them. It has to feel good as hell to have them here. I’m taking bets that one of ya’ll hot pussy asses will b
e pregnant in a minute. As if I don’t have enough damn grandkids already.”
I was just sitting and listening to them talking. I was trying my best to stop being angry with Jayceon, but my mind wouldn’t let me. I swear I had been thinking and over thinking this entire situation. I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I’ll be honest, I was real close to giving in and forgiving Jayceon, because I was craving to feel his dick inside of me.
I want that nigga to give it to me Blockka style, it’s been a minute since I got a glimpse of him. I was actually surprised he hadn’t popped off on my ass. I had been real nasty to him. I could tell that my baby was changing. Maybe it was because of everything he was up against.
“What you over there thinking about, Bella?”
“Everything, Ms. Tina. I hate to admit it, but I’ve been giving Jayceon the hardest time these last couple of weeks.”
“I know it’s hard to just forgive him, Bella, but you know he’s in a bad place since finding out that Fatima was the one who really hit Angelica and killed her. He really needs you right now.” Sky said, and it threw me for a loop, because I had never heard this until now.
“That bitch did what?”
“Wait a minute. He didn’t tell you. I’m sorry, I thought you knew, sis.”
“No, I didn’t. I’ll be back ya’ll.” I jumped from the seat and hauled ass looking for Jayceon. I felt like shit at that moment. Regardless of anything I was still his better half, and I was being a bitch in my feelings when he needed me the most. When I walked into the basement him and the rest of the guys were drinking and playing pool.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I stood in front of Jayceon as he held the pool stick in his hand.
“Step back you fucking up my shot!” I stepped to the side as he continued to shoot pool and drink as if I wasn’t standing there.
“Jayceon, I really need to talk to you.” I grabbed Jayceon by his shirt, but he jerked away from me.
“Don’t fucking touch me, Isabella!” He yelled and grabbed the bottle of Remy and drank straight from it. I looked in his eyes, and I could tell he was drunk. Blockka was in full effect. Not to mention the fact that he was calling me Isabella.
“Calm down, son. Go and talk to her.” Pops said as he took the bottle from him, but Jayceon quickly snatched it back from him.
“Fuck that bitch! I’ve been trying my best to talk to her for the last couple of weeks, but she wasn’t fucking with a nigga. So now because she wants to talk, I’m supposed to just jump and be ready to talk to her ass. Fuck that and fuck her too!”
“No fuck you, Jayceon!” Before I knew it my emotions got the best of me, and I grabbed the eight ball off the table and launched it at his ass. He ducked just in time. He tried to charge at me, but Tech and Dominic grabbed him.
“Let his ass go! I wish he would put his fucking hands on me.” I hurried up and I walked up the stairs and out of the basement. When I got into the kitchen I saw a familiar face, but I couldn’t put my finger on where I had saw him before.
“Hey, Bella. This is my other big brother Jace. Doesn’t he look just like my daddy and Jayceon?” Sky said as her and Sierra hugged all over him.
“Yeah. He does look just like them.”
“Nice to meet you, sis. I heard a lot about you.” He pulled me in for a hug, and I didn’t like his aura not one bit. There was something about him. Something familiar. It was like I’ve been around him before. Then again, if that were true he would have noticed me. So I quickly blocked the thought from my head. I was too pissed off at Jayceon to even think about this nigga who looked damn near identical to him standing in front of me.
“Bring your ass here right now!” Jayceon said as he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and started pulling me out of the kitchen.
“Let her go, Jayceon! Rock, come and get your son. His ass is drunk and acting real fucking stupid. Got-damn! It’s Thanksgiving for Christ Sake!” Tina was trying her best to get him to let me go, but he had a damn death grip on my ass. At the same time, I was trying to get out of his grasp.
“Let me go, Jayceon!”
“I thought you wanted to talk. Come on let’s talk then.” He jerked me forward, but I was trying my best not to move.
“Let her go, bro.” Jace was now pulling me away from him. There was that familiar feeling again, it was like I knew him. His eyes were so familiar. The way he looked at me gave me the chills, but I shrugged it off.
“Back the fuck up! Bella ain’t ya concern, nigga. This my fucking wife! As a matter of fact, don’t nobody say shit to me or get in my way. I don’t get in nobody business when it comes to how they handle their bitch, so don’t get in the way when I handle mines. Step the fuck back. Bring your ass on, Bella. You wanted Blockka, right? Well ya ass got him.” Jayceon grabbed me by my hair and shoved me forward. I wasn’t in the mood to get my ass kicked, so I stopped fighting and walked off with him. We went inside one of the bedrooms, and he slammed the door behind us.
“Why are you trying to bring out the worse in me?” He asked as he stood in my face. I was looking down at my feet, but he quickly yanked my face up so that I could look at him in his eyes. I just stared at him in silence, because I was too damn scared to talk to him at the moment.
When Jayceon gets like this it’s best to just be quiet until he calms down. All that smart shit I had been popping lately was done and over with him. He looked like he wanted to knock the shit out of me, and I didn’t plan on dying on Thanksgiving. So I was choosing to shut the fuck up before he knocked me the fuck out.
“Answer me, Bella!”
“I’m not trying to bring out the worse in you.”
“I can’t tell. All this popping slick at the mouth. Do you have any idea what the fuck is going on in my head? I swear if I didn’t love your ass, I would lay hands on you just to remind you of who the fuck I am.”
“I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting. I admit I was wrong, Jayceon, for being all-extra, but I was just mad about everything. I’ve been selfish, because I know that you’ve been through a lot and you’ve been needing my support. How come you didn’t tell me what Fatima did to Angelica?”
Jayceon sat down on the bed and placed his head in his hands. I got on my knees and kneeled down in front of him. I removed his hands from his face and his face was wet as hell. I couldn’t believe my baby was crying, but this shit is enough to tear down the toughest exterior of a man. At that moment, I couldn’t do shit but hold on to him and cry as well. No matter what had happened. All that shit was irrelevant. My nigga was a broken man right now, and I needed to put all of this petty shit to the side. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as tight as I could.
“Why the fuck would she do some shit like that?”
“Because she a sick, twisted bitch who doesn’t give a fuck. At the same time this is not your fault. You can’t beat yourself up over this. You didn’t know that the bitch was capable of doing that sick ass shit. I love you, Jayceon, and I hate that this has happened but wipe your motherfucking face right now.
“You’re that nigga they call Blockka. Now this shit got you off of your square, and this is the wrong time to be unfocused. That bitch is still out there and it’s detrimental to the family’s future. Now the world thinks you’re dead and so does she. I need you to do something for me.” I gently pushed him back on the bed and unbuckled his pants. I stared at him in his bloodshot eyes as I removed his dick from his boxers. I placed his dick in my mouth and forced it as far down my throat as I could go. In between sucking and licking I told him what I wanted him to do.
“I…want…you to take a…flight…and kill that…bitch.” Jayceon was moaning and speaking in tongue as I drained him of all his seeds. I stood up and removed my clothes seductively while he laid there and watched me intensely. He sat up on the edge of the bed and made slow circles with his tongue around my navel and down to my clean shaven pussy. I rolled my eyes up in my head, because it had been so long since I felt his touch, or
his tongue for that matter.
“You gon’ kill that bitch, right?” I asked as I threw my leg over his shoulder, so that he could have easier access to slide his tongue right up in my pussy.
“No doubt. It’s all in the making.”
“When you off that bitch make sure you make her ass suffer.”
“Yeah that bitch gon’ definitely feel me, but right now I want you to make it nasty for daddy. Let me see that pussycat squirt.” I don’t know if it was the way he was eating my pussy or the way he commanded that I squirt, but on command I made it rain all over his ass. Without hesitation he pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me. He roughly pushed my legs apart and slid inside of me. He was fucking me just the way I liked it. At that moment he was in full Blockka mode and fucking me like the beast that he is.
“Ohhh shit! That’s right! Fuck me just like that!”
“What’s my motherfucking name?”
“Blockkkka! It’s Blockkkkka! I’m about to cum!” I screamed out so loud I knew that the whole house heard me, but I didn’t give a fuck. That shit was feeling good as hell. We both came at the same time, and we just laid there in silence.
“I’m sorry I called you a bitch earlier. Do you see how crazy you make a nigga? I missed the fuck out of you, Bella, and you was really trying to handle me. I know you had every right to, but you were mad at me over some shit I had no control over. This shit was Jace. He was the one who got us out of that jam.
“Had he not, we would be doing every bit of that twenty-five years. I have to stay under the radar, because technically I’m dead, but I have some shit that needs to be handled in the states. I hate that I have to risk it, but in order for us to get at this Russian motherfucker this shit needs to be handled.” My ears perked up hearing him say something about a Russian. I was wondering who in the hell he could be talking about, because the only one he had beef with was Vladimir, and that motherfucker was dead.