When A Bad Boy Wants Your Heart 3

by Sephiri J

  “Walk your ass in there. Mitch is going with you to make sure you say what you’re supposed to say. Tell ’em you made a mistake. Or you was fuckin’ high when you told them the first description. We don’t give a fuck, but you need to tell ’em you got it wrong, and the nigga who knocked you out wasn’t a black man with dreads. Describe Lucas, half Puerto Rican with curly fucking hair and brown skin. You got that shit?” I asked.

  He nodded fast.

  “Make sure he says what he’s supposed to say, or we gon’ have a problem too,” Guwop said to Mitch.

  They both got out the car, and we watched them walk into the police station.

  “You think this shit gon’ work?” I asked Guwop.

  “It better.”

  “They better not try no dumb shit.”

  “They won’t,” Guwop said and grinded his teeth. I felt like we sat out there forever, but an hour later, the two of them walked out. They came over quickly to the car and jumped in.

  “We are good,” Mitch said.

  I looked at Zane, who looked sick to his stomach.

  “What you say?”

  “That it was dark, and I was confused when I gave the first description. But since some time had passed, and I got a chance to remember everything that happened, the description I gave was wrong. I told them there was only one guy involved, and I described the one you showed me the picture of. They pulled him up from the registration since he was the one who had the trucks, and I told ’em it was that same guy. They seemed pissed, but I told ’em what I told ’em. You not gonna hurt my family, right?”

  Neither of us said anything, and I started the car then we drove back to the warehouse. When we got back, Zane didn’t waste time getting out the car. I looked at Guwop because I was itching to just dead Zane, so we wouldn’t have any loose ends. But Guwop didn’t stop him.

  “What about the body in the warehouse?” Mitch asked before he got out the car.

  “I got a boy who lives here. He’s on the way to help you move that shit,” Guwop answered. “Get the fuck out my car.”

  Mitch jumped out, and we left.

  “I know you thinkin’ we should’ve finished Zane too,” Guwop said, reading my thoughts.

  “I’m not gonna lie, I was ready to dead that as soon as we got back.”

  “Yeah, I know. It would be too fucking suspicious, though. Ben dead, then Zane turn up dead right after he changed his whole testimony. They would start looking at any and everything about me to pin some shit on me. I got too much going on to have them motherfuckers sniffin’ around me too hard. That white boy was scared as fuck. He ain’t sayin’ shit else cuz he not about this life. You see how he damn near shit his pants when you brought up his family? He not about to risk that shit over some cars. We good.”

  I nodded slowly. He was right, and that made a lot of sense. It was getting late now, and I was ready to get a couple hours sleep before we started on the ride back to Miami. I was ready to see Bo and get up under her. I was just glad that this shit was over.

  16

  Bo

  Sade was at Guwop’s house until he and City got back in town, so I was by myself at City’s house. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and whether he was safe or not. He didn’t tell me a whole lot about what was going on, just that he had to go to Charlotte to handle something with Guwop. I just wanted him back safe after this whole thing was over, whatever it was.

  In the meantime, I was heading to my house to grab some extra clothes, shoes, and underwear. City was supposed to get back tomorrow, and I wanted to be ready to spend all the time with him that I wasted being mad about Giselle. Just thinking about that dumb bitch had me hot. I couldn’t believe the lengths this bitch actually went to try to break me and City’s relationship up. I better never see her ass again. She and Monica could go live on an island for thots because if I saw them on a bad day, I would probably give them both a round two.

  It was going on 9:00 pm when I pulled into the driveway of my house. The lights inside were off, and it looked safe. No windows were busted out, and it looked like no vandalism had happened. I was relieved about that because Greg was still running around, and I had no idea if he was free or locked up.

  Putting my key in the door, I stopped when I heard what sounded like deep, heavy, breathing coming from the guest room. My heart raced when I realized that someone was in my house. Tiptoeing to the kitchen, I grabbed a knife that I had left out in the sink to wash. Whoever this was, they were not about to catch me off guard.

  I tiptoed to the guest room and pushed the door open. I almost fell over when I saw someone in my bed under the covers. The first person I thought of was Greg. This crazy mother fucker could not have broken into my damn house and gone to sleep in my guest room. Who the fuck did shit like that??

  Switching on the light, I held the knife up, ready if they jumped up. “Who the fuck are you?” I yelled.

  The person quickly sat up, and when I saw their face, I almost fell out. It was my father.

  “Daddy?”

  “Bo? Put the knife down. What are you doing?”

  I put the knife down on the side table and stepped toward him, confused as fuck as to what he was doing in my guest room.

  “Daddy, why you in my bed? I almost stabbed you to death. What the hell?”

  He sat up and rubbed his temples but swung his feet over the side of the bed to stand up. “Sorry, I should have told you I was coming. I came this afternoon, and when you didn’t answer the door, I used my key and came in.”

  I had forgotten that my dad had a key for the front door from when they first bought the house for me a few years ago.

  “You okay?” I asked, going over to him and sitting on the side of the bed.

  He looked stressed out. There were bags under his eyes.

  “Me and your mom, we are um… We are taking a break,” he said, and my stomach dipped.

  “What?”

  “We had a big fight about the foreclosure. You know we had to move out of the house. You were there when the sheriff came. We hired movers to put everything in storage, and I got an extended stay hotel until we can figure something out. But your mother was bitching like crazy at me. When she started saying I was less than a man for having us in this situation, it was enough for me. We were put in this situation because she likes putting on for the world and pretending like she has more than she does, so when she said this was my fault, I lost it.”

  “Seriously? Oh my god.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but he nodded slowly.

  “I told her a lot of things that I should have told her a long time ago. She is selfish and pretentious, and right now, she has champagne taste on a beer budget. She needs to come down off her high horse and take responsibility for her actions and her input in where we are right now as a couple. Because we are broke, and she is over there complaining that I didn’t get the Ritz Carlton instead of the Hilton, I had to leave. I hope you don’t mind if I stay here for a few days.”

  “Of course not, daddy. You can stay as long as you want. I’ve been staying at my boyfriend’s house, so I am hardly even here.”

  “I heard a lot about this boyfriend. Is this the man who your mother claims broke out of jail?” he asked.

  “She said what?”

  He chuckled and reached over to put his arm around my shoulder.

  “I heard all about how your sister saw you on the beach with some guy. She wouldn’t stop talking about it, and you know your mother ran with it.”

  I shook my head. It was crazy how my mother and sister were making City out to be a bad person when they didn’t even know him.

  “You know I don’t believe any of that, right?” my father asked me.

  I looked at him skeptically. “It’s true. I want to meet him soon, though, so I can figure him out for myself. Do you love him?”

  I thought about the question for a minute. Did I love City?

  “I don’t know,” I mumbled.

  “How
does he make you feel?”

  I thought about all the things we had gone through since we met. The way my heart melts when he reaches out to pull my hand. The way I felt when he kissed my neck and my forehead. The way I laughed at his dumb jokes and sarcastic ass. The women I had tried to fight with no hesitation because of their disrespect. The tears I’d seen him cry when he wasn’t sure if his dad would ever wake up. The tears I’d cried when I thought he was cheating. The way I felt around him when we made up, when he touched me, when we sat in the house and talked for hours about the most random shit without getting bored. He made me feel happy. He made me feel alive and excited about tomorrow because tomorrow meant I would see him again. Tomorrow meant I would get to wake up and look into his eyes and into his face. Tomorrow was another day that we would be together, getting closer and growing together. I loved him.

  I turned to my father and smiled. “He makes me feel like love.”

  A small smile played around my father’s lips, and he squeezed my knee. “I’m happy that you are happy.”

  “I am. I really am. I’ve never felt like this before.”

  “I can see it in your eyes, Bo.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I mean, I see it,” he said and reached for my chin. “Your eyes light up. Your smile is real. You look like you’re doing more than just going through the motions. You look alive and happy, like you’re doing something you want to do. You look like you’ve finally made a decision that you wanted to make.”

  I felt warm inside when he said that. Me and my father’s relationship had always been special. He was always in my corner when I felt like no one else in my family was. I had shared things with him over the years that I didn’t tell anyone. I don’t know how he ended up with my mother; they just didn’t make sense. But he loved her, and he had told me that multiple times. I guess today was the straw that broke the camel’s back, though. I’d never heard him say an ill word against her.

  “So, where are Mom and Bianca?” I asked.

  “I left them at the hotel. It’s paid through the end of the week, but I think I need to leave them to figure out what they will do after that. I can’t deal with it anymore.”

  “I don’t blame you. You can stay here as long as you need to.” I leaned over and gave him a bear hug.

  There was no way I could ever turn my back on my dad. It was a lot easier to make my mother sister figure out their next move. All these years they had tried to run my life, and now it was time for them to run theirs. I would always have my dad’s back, though.

  “Thanks, Bo. I’ve been talking to an investor about some business, and it looks promising. I should know the direction we’ll go in a few weeks. So, if you don’t mind, I would like to stay until I get that situated.”

  “Of course. I’ll be between here and Dominic’s house. Actually…” I said, having an idea. I had mentioned to City that it would be nice to have a dinner this weekend with his dad, mom, Guwop, and Sade at one of our favorite restaurants on the beach to try to get our minds off all the shit that had been going on over the last few weeks. “We’re having a dinner at Suri on the beach this weekend. You should come. You can meet my boyfriend and his family. It will be fun.”

  He smiled. “I would love to.”

  “Okay. I have to grab some clothes and get back to his place but make yourself comfortable. My home is always yours.”

  I leaned down to kiss his cheek then left the room. I felt happy knowing that my dad was good. I wanted him to be happy, and if he was happy at my house, I was fine with him staying there as long as he wanted.

  17

  Guwop

  The next day

  Me and City finally made it back to Miami after driving all night. I was tired like a motherfucker but relieved that at least this part of my problem had disappeared. It had been a busy couple of days, but the Lucas situation was handled, so was Rigs, and now the cops couldn’t put anything else on me because there were no witnesses willing to describe me or City. I was finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

  I made it up to my condo and walked inside. When I got to my bedroom, Sade was snuggled up in my bed with the covers over her head. I walked over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, I kissed her forehead.

  “Hmm,” she stirred and turned over. When she saw me, her eyes lit up, and she smiled.

  “You’re here.”

  “Yeah, I’m back. You okay?”

  She nodded. “Better now.”

  I grinned and moved a couple strands of hair that had fallen into her face. She was beautiful with no make-up on, even with her hair a mess and morning breath.

  “I’m glad I’m back. A lot of shit has been going on, but it’s handled now for the most part.”

  She sat up in the bed and leaned against the headboard as she played with my hand. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

  I hesitated because I didn’t trust anyone, but maybe it was time to start. Quickly, I gave her a rundown of what me and City found out and what we did in Charlotte. She listened in silence without a change of her facial expression. When I was done, I stopped and waited for her to say something.

  “You did what you had to do. You think any of it will come back on you?”

  I shook my head. “Nah. It’s good.”

  “Good,” she said and squeezed my hand.

  “This shit I told you don’t bother you? I killed people. You okay with that?”

  “You didn’t do it for fun. You did it because you had to. You did it to preserve your freedom and our future,” she answered as she rubbed her belly.

  That was the shit I needed to hear. She was a rider, and I was falling in love with her for that. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Her lips were soft as fuck, and she moaned when my tongue slipped between her lips. Putting her hands around my neck, she pulled herself toward me.

  “I’m falling for you,” she said and pulled away from me.

  She looked into my eyes, and I could see a lot behind hers. Fear, uncertainty, some sadness, but I felt love too.

  “Where you been all my life, Sade?”

  “I been here, but we weren’t ready for each other. The universe put us together for a reason. I’m convinced.”

  I chuckled. I didn’t believe in that fate shit, but maybe I should this time around. She came into my life at the right time, when I was ready to accept her, and she was ready to accept me too. It was like this shit was supposed to happen, and I was ready to receive it.

  “You sure you ready for us?” I asked her.

  She nodded, and I saw the conviction in her eyes. “Yeah, I am. I’m scared about Greg, but I’m trying not to get caught up in worrying about that.”

  I traced my finger down her cheek. “Don’t be. Ima handle that nigga. You hear me?”

  She nodded.

  “I don’t want you thinking about nothing but this baby and us. Let me worry about him.”

  “That’s hard. You didn’t see the way he looked at me at City’s shop,” she said. Her eyes got bright, and I knew she was close to tears. It was pissing me off that Greg had her feeling this way. “He said he was going to do you and me the way he did Marcus.”

  “He ain’t getting close to you, baby girl. I promise that on my life.” I said that with extra conviction.

  This was bigger than just me and Sade. My kid was involved now, and I would be fucking damned if I let some nigga out for revenge hurt my seed or my girl carrying it. Impossible and not about to happen on my watch. I reached for Sade’s chin and pulled it up, so she could look in my face.

  “When I tell you I got you, I got you. Aight? I’m handling it, and I don’t want you worrying about it anymore.”

  She nodded, and I saw in her eyes that she believed me. I leaned down and roughly kissed her again. She moaned, and I felt my dick get hard. I needed to bury myself inside her. I needed to push all the shit I’d been through out of my head for a minute and just dive into her pussy
and feel her underneath me. I knew she needed that too. I could feel the tension in her body, and she gripped onto my neck like I was saving her from drowning.

  Laying her back, I got between her legs. She opened them up wide to accommodate me. Her tongue danced in my mouth, and I reached down to grip her ass.

  “I want you, babe,” she said from under me, and I was too ready to give her exactly what she needed.

  Pushing her panties to the side, I pulled my dick out and slowly slid in.

  “Mmmmmm.” She moaned and threw her head back. Her lips slightly parted, and she closed her eyes. I could see her breathing speed up as her chest went up and down.

  “You good?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Yeah,” she said and bit my earlobe.

  I couldn’t help the low growl that came from my lips when she did that shit. My locs fell down in her face, and I roughly pushed them back as I bit her neck and pushed my dick all the way in until she was full.

  “Aaah!” she screamed and pushed her pelvis up to meet me.

  I was all the way inside her now, and I could feel her warm walls gripping my dick. I didn’t know how long I was going to last because right now I felt like I was on the edge. I hadn’t had pussy that felt this good since the last time we fucked.

  Moving back and forth inside her, I gripped her waist and crashed my lips onto her again. I was used to just fucking bitches; this making love shit was new to me. But this vibe we had, this connection was deep, man. I felt the emotions coming off her, and I wanted to stay buried in her, and please her, and love on her.

  “Sade, fuck, baby girl,” I hissed as I moved in and out.

  “G, baby, I’m cummming,” she said, and I felt her body twitching. I was relieved because I couldn’t hold out anymore.