Long As You Know Who You Belong To

by jwppublishing

  “Where are we going? I thought we were eating.”

  “We are. Just not here.”

  Outside the hotel, there was a car waiting for us. I motioned for the driver to stay in the car, while I opened the door for Blaze. She hopped in, and I followed suit. The driver took off, as he already knew where we were headed.

  “So, Blaze, tell me about yourself.”

  Instead of answering, she rebutted, “So, you’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

  “Do you trust me?”

  She stared at me with a look of amusement on her face. When she realized I wasn’t joking, she cleared her throat and looked me square in the eyes. “Against my better judgement, I do.”

  I laughed a little. “Why against your better judgement?”

  “C’mon. My first run in with you, you were coming out of the jewelry store carrying a ring box in your hand, though you tried to hide it.” I coward under embarrassment as she continued, “And when I ran into you the second time, your brother hinted to the fact that you were using a chick for a come-up. Don’t play me like I’m stupid, cuz I’m not,” she frowned.

  Damn. She had just read me my rights. I didn’t even know shawty had peeped the ring box. I had to set her straight for that last comment real quick though. “Yeah, you got me on the ring but that situation is in the process of being corrected.”

  “Corrected? Why does it need to be corrected?”

  I sighed. “Because shawty was a bad move. I thought I had come up real quick, but I really had set myself up for disaster. There were some perks that came along with being with her, but that’s not why I went after her in the first place. She…she’s just a bad move. Let’s leave it at that.”

  Blaze nodded her head. I could tell that she had more questions, but I was grateful that she was able to leave it at that. I grabbed her hand, and she looked up at me.

  “Don’t think that I’m not sincere because of my situation. Honestly, if I could just walk away, I would. But it’s not that simple. I have to make moves quietly before I can be done with it. But I like you. I’m intrigued by you. So if you’re with it, let’s enjoy each other’s company and see what happens from there.”

  “That’s cool on one condition.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Don’t lie to me. I need you to keep it real with me. I know that you have a situation, and I can’t lie and say that I’m completely okay with it. But I’m willing to see where this goes.”

  A wide smile snaked across my face. She didn’t know how happy she had just made a nigga when she said that. I grabbed her hand, and she pulled it back quickly.

  “I’m serious, Grey. Trust that I do fine by myself and I haven’t had any problem finding a man that comes without all the baggage that you currently find yourself lugging around. You need to make a choice soon about your lil’ situation, or I’ll make a choice to dip.”

  “I believe you. I’m handling it. Just give me two weeks, and you’re all mine.”

  Blaze smiled and then she caught herself. “You don’t know me from the thot down the street. Why are you willing to ditch your fiancé to take a chance on me?” she questioned.

  Before I answered her, I took a second to think about it myself. Knowing the hell I had gotten myself in by rushing into things with Nakami, I couldn’t help but think I was dumb as fuck to be putting myself in the position to make the same mistake twice. But I couldn’t help but feel like this move may be my best move. There was something so real about Blaze. She was right; I didn’t know her well and we may need to take things slow. But I wasn’t willing to give her up.

  “To be honest, ol’ girl was on her way out before I even met you. And I’m not planning to propose again anytime soon, but I’d definitely like to get to know you more. You’re beautiful and confident, you got a mouth on you that turns me on, and you take care of business. I’m attracted to you off rip, and I have a feeling there is more to you than meets the eye.”

  Blaze grinned and then rolled her eyes slightly. “You have no idea. But like I said before, I trust you. But I’m holding you to what you said. I’ll give you a week, but that it.”

  “You got that, ma.”

  The car finally pulled to a stop. The driver got out and opened the door for Blaze, while I hopped out the other side of the car to join her.

  When I reached her side of the car, excitement was painted all over her face. She looked from the private jet that was parked a few feet away and then back at me with wide eyes. “What is this? I thought we were going to dinner.”

  “We are. You told me you like Mexican food, right?

  “Yes...”

  “Well, what has had better Mexican food than-”

  “Mexico?! We are seriously going to fly to Mexico for chips and salsa?” she laughed.

  “And maybe some huevos ranchero too. We’ll come back in the morning, if that’s cool.”

  “You are just too much.” She couldn’t contain her grin. Blaze grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the plane. “We’re going to Mexico, baby!” she squealed.

  I couldn’t help but feel like that nigga. I knew Blaze could do for herself. But feeling like I could do something for her that no other nigga could do made me feel good. At that moment, I knew that I needed to make good on my promise. The timeline on getting rid of Nakami had just been moved up.

  Nakami

  March 2015

  “Whaaa....diddddddd....youuuuu....” Kimani slurred.

  “Shhh.”

  Slowly, I let my trench slide off my body and to the floor. My birthday suit was on full display as I stood in front of Kimani. Quickly, I made my way to the belt on his jeans, on a mission to get this over with. He made a feeble attempt to stop me, but I swatted his hand away and continued to get him out of his pants.

  Once he was completely bottomless, I pulled his dick out and began to stroke it. I was happy to see that he was just as blessed as Grey. He began to harden in my hand, and I took that as my cue to hop on. I straddled Kimani and lowered myself onto his thick pole.

  “Na...na....what are you doing? You can’t...” Kimani tried to lift me off of him, but he was too weak. The sleeping pill had put him in a relaxed state, and he was in no condition to put up a fight.

  “I’m sorry I had to drag you into this, bro. But Grey needs to learn a lesson. You can’t go around fucking your bitch’s best friend and think that you’ll walk away unscathed. Ohhh...” I started to feel his dick hitting spots that sent small chills down my spine.

  Kimani’s hands fell limply by his side. I picked them up, placed them on my ass, and held them there. I knew in my head that I was only fucking his brother for one purpose, but the curve of his dick was fucking up my train of thought. I bounced up and down on his rod like it was my day job a few more times. I could feel myself getting dick dizzy and I slowed my pace as I tried to regain my focus.

  Leaning over, I grabbed my phone from the other side of the couch. Turning on the video feature, I propped the phone up against one of the throw pillows and hit record.

  As I continued to fuck my fiancé’s brother, my mind began to wander. Grey needed to know that I was not the one to fuck with. He might have just thought that I was just some spoiled little princess who only knew how to plan events, but there was much more to me than that.

  My father, being the single parent that he was, took me everywhere and involved me in everything. I had mastered jiu-jitsu by the time I was twelve, conquered goju-ryu karate by fourteen, and had also been taught the art of fencing and archery. By eighteen, I was a perfect shot and could throw knives like a motherfucking ninja. While I didn’t know how to cook drugs, I did know everything about the back end of the business. I was aware of every crook and crevice of my father’s business and, whether Grey knew about it or not, I knew his operation like the back of my hand. I could fuck his entire world up without having to even involve my father.

  The only thing was, I was truly in love with Grey; mad
ly, deeply, completely in love with Grey. He was perfect. He was rugged and handsome with good dick and deep pockets. He was a thug with refined edges, incredible taste in clothes, and good conversation. He was smooth with it, smart as shit, and a low-key romantic. He was everything. He only had one flaw in my eyes. He had wandering dick syndrome.

  Why couldn’t he just keep it in his pants? He had more than enough pussy at home! He could get it anyway that he wanted, any time of the day, anywhere that he requested. I would drop everything I was doing in order to please this nigga, and that still wasn’t enough? I sucked him dry, fucked him into a coma, wiped him down with a warm towel, and even stayed up to cook his ass a meal after he got his nut off. I couldn’t figure out what in the hell I wasn’t giving him that he found in Blu’s stank ass!

  Speaking of that bitch, she had it coming too. After all the shit that I done for her, she had the nerve to bounce her ass into my bed and onto my man’s dick. Did they sleep together once? Or had this been an ongoing thing? Had she fallen in love with him? Was she even planning to keep the baby? These were all the questions that I wanted to know the answer to, and I planned on getting the answers sooner rather than later. The shit I had said about Blu dipping was only half true. The bitch had attempted to skate without me knowing, but I had got to her and put a gps tracker on her car. Blu hated planes, so I knew wherever she was trying to escape to, she was going to drive there. Once I caught up to that hoe, I was going to let her have it; baby or no baby, she was going to feel my wrath.

  My grind sped up as I felt an orgasm peaking. I didn’t know if it was because of the dick I was currently receiving or if it was because I felt some type of way about the revenge I was planning to get. There was no way that the people that had crossed me wouldn’t pay for their sins. I had been taught better than that. My father always said that if you don’t show a person repercussions of their mistakes, they are bound to make the same mistake twice. Once I was done with them, they were going to wish that they hadn’t made the first mistake at all.

  Blu

  March 2015

  The tears fell again against my wishes. I tried to talk myself out of crying, but apparently that didn’t help when you’re pregnant and emotional. I had been driving aimlessly for the past six hours, and I had no idea where I was going. I hadn’t even really been paying attention to the street signs and highways I was seeing and taking. All I knew was that I had to get out of LA for a minute. I need to think about things, and I didn’t need any distractions or anybody forcing their opinion down my throat.

  What was I going to do? That was the main question burning inside me. I’d grown up without a family, tossed in and out of foster homes until I aged out at eighteen. I didn’t know the first thing about taking care of anyone except myself. I was selfish and self-absorbed, and I couldn’t fathom taking care of another human being. If I had this baby, I would be responsible for its life, its choices, and how they viewed the world. I would have to give advice, feign off the boogeyman, and remember to be the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny, and Santa Claus. That was a big responsibility. One that I’d never experienced. I didn’t know how it felt to have someone to love and genuinely care for me. Except for Kimani.

  That was the other thing. His love scared the shit out of me. How could a person who had never had love in her life accept love from a stranger? To me that was asking to get hurt. Kimani thought he knew me. He loved Blu: the business woman, the quick-witted smart ass, the thick redbone with crazy sex game. But would he love me if he knew who I really was? Would he fall in love with the abandoned kid that nobody wanted? The former stripper that tricked to pay her bills? The reformed klepto who used to steal any and everything just for appearance’s sake? The shiesty bitch that used to set up her tricks and snatch valuables and money and disappear? He didn’t know me. He knew who I let him see. And I doubted that if he knew who I truly was at heart he would want shit to do with me.

  I also had to think about his career. He was a public figure who was gaining notoriety in the entertainment business. Kimani was trying to crossover to acting and was already having issues breaking in the business. I didn’t want to add a gun-toting, ex stripper/thief baby momma to the list of reasons why he couldn’t get on. I didn’t want to become his headache.

  A car swerved in front of me causing me to hit my brakes, and it pulled me out of my thoughts. Instinctively, my hand flew to my stomach and that quick threat of danger made the tears flow even harder.

  I couldn’t deny that the idea of having a baby was growing on me, regardless of the many reasons mounting against me having it. I was so confused. I definitely needed time to sort this all out. As I looked up, I noticed the highway sign. Looks like I was headed to Arizona.

  Grey

  March 2015

  “C’mon, get in!” Blaze smiled as she ran off into the clear blue ocean. I drooled over her body that was covered in an all-white risqué swimsuit. She was gorgeous, fun, spunky and amazing. We’d went to a dope authentic Mexican restaurant and ate until we burst, and then went bar hopping in Cabo. We danced on the beach, took shots, and fell asleep in each other’s arms in the white sand. This morning we woke up and hit some shops and then headed to the beach. I had initially chartered the jet for a one night stay, but seeing Blaze enjoy herself had me wanting to stay a few more days. I wasn’t ready to leave her or Mexico yet.

  Just as I was about to put my phone down and join her in the water, it buzzed. I looked down at it and answered immediately. “Yo.”

  “We picked up the deposits. Store three was short on product and guap.”

  “Call the accountant. Have him look into the last three months. Then call the janitor. We need a clean sweep. When I get back, I’ll have the store redecorated,” I spoke in code.

  He was telling me that one of our traps had come up short. I gave him the order to have the whole trap grabbed up and taken to my warehouse, so that I could find out who the culprit was. I didn’t have time for the games. Since the timeline on my plan had been moved up, I was going to be taking over shortly and I didn’t want any fuck-ups or thieves in my camp. If someone was stealing from me knowing that Hero’s crazy ass was on my head, they gave no fucks. They had to go.

  “You got that.”

  “Aye, do me a favor. Keep this between us for now. I don’t need him tripping.”

  “We clear, boss.”

  I hung up the phone and set it down. I needed to get back to the states to tend to business soon. But for now, I was going to extend our vacation and chill. This mini break from Nakami and her father was so necessary, and I wanted to enjoy every moment of peace before all hell broke loose.

  Nakami

  March 2015

  “Arizona, huh?” I smirked.

  I was at home on my computer watching Blu’s movements. Phase one, two, and three were complete, and now phase four needed to be put into action. I had left Kimani at his crib, dick out and everything, and sent him a copy of our sex tape. I wanted him to know that we had gotten revenge on his brother and Blu. I felt that Kimani was too soft to really do anything. So in order to hit Grey and Blu where it hurt, I needed to drug him and make the video. I knew he wouldn’t go along with my plan, but it was necessary. He may even be mad about it, but this plan was going to prevent his brother from being murked by my father. It was either I take care of it or my father takes care of it. And while I knew Kimani was upset about what his brother did, neither of us really wanted his brother to die behind it.

  Phase four may be more difficult for him to swallow, but it needed to happen. The gps system I had installed had proven to be super beneficial, but I had to make my move now before anyone else found out where Blu had gone. I knew it was just a matter of time before one of the brothers found out where she was hiding out at, and I needed to get to her before they did. I pulled my Chanel carry-on bag out of my closet and tossed in a few essentials. I could buy whatever else I needed when I got there. Quickly, I searched Priceline for a quick fli
ght to Arizona and looked for their best hotel. I made my reservations and was out the door in thirty minutes.

  ****

  “Hey, babe,” Grey answered like he didn’t have a care in the world. Bastard.

  “Hey. I just called to let you know that I need to handle something for my father for about a week. So I’ll be out of town.”

  “Oh, word. Ok, cool. Hit me when you touch down.”

  “I will. Love you.”

  “Yup, you too.”

  He hung up the phone, and instantly my heart started to break. He hadn’t even asked me where I was going! He was distracted and it was probably that fucking baby on his mind! Oh, this bitch had to go!

  I had just landed in Phoenix, Arizona and had rented a car. I drove to the Canyon Suites at the Phoenician and checked into my room. I had a few things I needed to do before I could get at Blu, so I quickly changed into the only outfit that I had brought with me; a pair of ripped Joe’s jeans, a simple white t-shirt, a pair of grey Chuck’s and a grey, white and black flannel I tied around my waist. Grabbing my white Sally LaPointe leather bomber, I walked out of my room in search of the items I needed to get down to business.

  Three Days Later

  Grey

  March 2015

  My impromptu vacation with Blaze was over. To keep it real, a nigga was kind of sad. I wasn’t sure how I was going to continue to see Blaze in the city with Nakami’s nosy ass on my head, and that only made me want to handle her even quicker. She was still out of town, but as soon as she touched down in LA, she was done. Spending the last couple days with Blaze had solidified my decision to get rid of Nakami. It was a shame because, even though she was crazy as fuck, she didn’t really deserve to die because of it.