by Tranay Adams
“Hold on,” the Asian clerk told her as he checked the computer’s data base, humming a tune happily. “Hmmm.” He raised an eyebrow and took a deep breath. “Actually, we have one more copy left. You must have over looked it. Check the Crime/Drama section again.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Marbella smiled excitedly and speed walked off to find one of her favorite flicks.
Meanwhile
Zonyai’s eyes swept back and forth down the crime/ drama section trying to locate the DVD he was looking for, The Getaway. Although he already had Bullet and Higher Learning, he wanted to check out Friends with Money, but someone had beaten him to it, so he decided to get True Romance instead. A smile spread across his lips having discovered the True Romance DVD hidden behind another. He picked it up and it brought back the memories that him and Marbella shared. When they weren’t renting it then it was coming on cable, so they’d end up watching it at some point or another. They loved the flick. They never got tired of watching it no matter how many times it came on. But that was probably because they’d end up making out and then sexing whenever played.
Zonyai walked off staring at the DVD and smiling as he headed up front to the counter to check it out.
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“Please be there. Please be there,” Marbella continued to repeat to herself as she speed walked to her destination, hoping that the DVD she was looking for was still there. When she bent the corner of the crime/ drama section, she saw a brother in a rusty brown motorcycle jacket and plaid shirt. He was walking with a cane and staring down at what she assumed was a movie he’d planned on rented out. She paid him no mind as she quickly scanned the rows of flicks in the section, but couldn’t find True Romance. That’s when it dawned onher that the brother in the motorcycle jacket must have gotten it.
“Shit,” Marbella cursed, hurrying down the aisle towards motorcycle jacket, searching her purse for her pocket book. “Excuse me, excuse me, sir” she called out after him, looking back and forth from him to her purse, waving one hand to garner his attention. Finally, she pulled a crisp twenty-dollar bill from out of her pocket book, holding it up toward him as she approached. “I’ll give you twenty bucks if you let me rent that,” she told him. When motorcycle jacket turned around, her jaw dropped and she was at a loss for words. Tears welled up in her eyes and she whimpered, lips trembling. She staggered back from him, one hand over her mouth and wetness slicking her cheeks. She couldn’t believe her eyes, it was him. It was truly him. All of these years and here he was standing right in front of her.
“It’s...it’s you?”
Zonyai nodded yes and smiled, tears rimming his eyes and threatening to drip. Feeling the tears about to fall, he licked his lips and wiped the dampness from the corners of his eyes.
“Oh, God.” She dropped her DVDs and leapt into Zonyai’s arms, kissing him long, hard and passionately. You could literally hear the sloshing of saliva inside of their mouths. “I’ve missed you; I’ve missed you so much,” she said after they’d unlocked lips. Tears had flooded her face and she was smiling affectionately.
“I’ve missed you, too,” Zonyai replied, she wiped the wetness that had accumulated in his eyes and kissed him again.
Forty-Five minutes later
The door of the hotel room flew open, Zonyai and Marbella stumbled in kissing passionately and moaning. Zonyai kicked the door shut behind him and Marbella tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying. She unbuckled his slacks as he licked and nibbled on her neck causing her to gasp, eyelids narrowed into slits. Her nipples hardened and looked like bullets through her sheer blouse. His slacks fell to the floor in a pile, revealing his thick, erect penis. His manhood was as hard as statue with pre cum dripping from out of its tip. The lovers were burning up, hot, on fire and the only way to put themselves out was great sex.
In one swift motion, Zonyai reached under Marbella’s dress and ripped her thong clean off of her. He hoisted her up, carried her over to the kitchen counter and sat her down. She licked her fingers and lubed up his swollen manhood, eying him seductively. Staring her dead in her eyes lustfully, he licked his finger tips and rubbed the head of his member. Still staring her in her eyes, he inched himself inside of her, watching her throwing her head back. Her eyes rolled to their whites and she took a deep breath, tensing up as his meat filled up that void between her thick thighs. Zonyai hissed and shuddered, shutting his eyes for a moment as her warm, wet walls enclose around his grown man. Abruptly, Marbella crossed her ankles around his back, right above his slightly hairy ass cheeks. She didn’t want him to go anywhere; she wanted him deep up in that pussy, stroking it.
“Fuck me, Yai.” She gripped his shoulder and stared him in his eyes hungrily, licking her lips.
“You want me to fuck you, huh?” he asked, talking to her real masculine like as he tore open her blouse and freed her succulent breasts from their clothed prison. He locked eyes with her, holding her hips with one hand and choking her lightly with the other. “You want me to fuck you, Bell?” He started off slow stroking that pussy, but slowly began to pick up the pace, feeling her growing even wetter around him.
“Yes, daddy,” she slightly gagged and moaned.
“Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!” he scowled and grumbled angrily, stroking her feverishly.
“Yessss...gahhh...fuck me, Yai!” she whined and choked, feeling him spearing her middle and stiffening her clit. While small flap of meat of hers was pulsating, that pussy was running wet and creating a small pool on the counter. She wore an expression of pleasure on her face, enjoying him choking and fucking her like a mad man. This was how she liked it, aggressive and nasty, with lots of dirty talk.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” she groaned as he was tearing that ass up.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” he grunted, face, shoulders and chest shining from beads of sweat. His dick throbbed while he slid in and out of her, the veins of it bulging as he neared his nut. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” his face tightened and he clenched his jaws so tight that the bone structure became visible. He threw his head back gritting and pumping her harder and faster. Her moan and groans becoming louder and louder as he punished her center, their intensity passing through the both of them. They both were ready to explode and let their love come down.
“Ssssss, I’m cuming, Yai, I’m fucking cuming!” she whined, face wincing and legs beginning to shake.
“Ah, shieetttt, I’m cuming too.” His voice changed.
“Fuck me faster, harder, babe,” she pleaded, needing to get off.
“I...I am...here it is! Here I cum!” he hung his head and gripped her tighter, steadily pounding her out.
“Oh, yes, yes, I’m cuming, toooooo!”
They came at the exact same time, busting off one after the other and collapsing into one another, both sweaty and breathing hard. He climbed on top of her where she was on the counter; she caressed his head as they lay with their eyes shut until they both fell asleep, listening to the rhythm of each other’s heart beats.
Later that night
Zonyai’s eyelids fluttered open and he looked to his left. He sat up in bed once he saw Marbella out on the balcony, wrapped in a sheet and smoking a cigarette, blowing smoke into the cool air. Grinning, he slipped his boxer briefs back on and limped out onto the balcony, slithering his arms around her waist. He pulled her long hair around to the other side, exposing her neck. As he planted tender kisses up it, he heard her sniffling. When he turned her around to face him, he saw that her eyes were pink and her lids were puffy, she’d been crying; probably for the greater part of the night at that.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked concerned, crinkles etching across his forehead.
“We can’t do this again, Yai. We’ve gotta just let each other go...for good this time.” She snorted snot back up her red nose and wiped the trickling tears with her thumb.
“Fuck brought on this sudden change of heart?” He folded his arms across his chest and took a deep breath, slightly lowering his head. He wo
re a face of focus.
“Look what happened the last time...you lost your leg...nearly your life for Christ sake,” she reasoned, blowing smoke and dumping ashes. “Is us being together really worth it, Yai? Do you think it’s worth your life?”
“Fuckkkk!” he hollered out, swinging and punching the air, frustrated. It always seemed to be something that was keeping him from his happiness. He stepped to the guardrail, grasping it and hanging his head. “Why don’t chu just divorce this mothafucka?”
“I wish it was that easy, but Franklin’s a sociopath. The last time I tried to have him served, he threatened to have the rest of my family back home murdered. It’s nothing we can do to stop him.” Zonyai looked to her and gave her a knowing look. Her eyes grew big and she shook her head no. “No. No. Franklin’s a made-man. The boss of a well-respected family. You whack him and you’ll have the entire mob gunning for you.”
Zonyai took her by the face, stared her square in her eyes, and said, “I don’t give a fuck if I have to go through the mafia, or God himself. If that’s who I gotta put the guns to in order for us to be together, then so be it. You love me right?” He caressed her cheek with a curled finger.
“Of course I do, you know that,” she told him as he outlined her face with his finger.
“Good. ‘Cause a nigga really needs to know that in case I really gotta take it there,” he spoke serious, wrapping her in his strong arms and resting his chin on the nape of her neck. Together, they staring out into the night, watching the lights of the city.
Later the next day
“Well, look at you, Miss Thang, you’re glowing,” Jan smiled at Marbella as she ran beside her on a treadmill. Her checks blushed red and she smiled like women do when there’s a man in their life that’s making them happy. She and her girls were at L.A Fitness in Beverly Hills.
“I noticed,” Andrea added as she ran on the treadmill, her body glistening from sweat. “So what’s the deal? You and Franklin kissed and made up?”
“Noooo,” Marbella smiled harder and blushed. “God, y’all are nosy.” She rolled her eyes.
“Bitch, please, you better give us something. I’m dying over here,” Andrea wiped the sweat from her forehead with a white towel and slung it aside, before taking a drink of bottled water.
“Yeah, what’s the dirt, Mcgirt?” Jan asked as she programmed her treadmill to go faster.
Marbella took a deep breath and said, “Alright, but you guys have to swear this stays between us three.”
Andrea and Jan held up one hand and placed the other over their hearts, saying in unison, “I solemnly swear to keep everything said among my sisters between my sisters, for if not, may I die a horrible bloody death.”
“Okay, bitch, spill the beans. I’m getting antsy,” Andrea told Marbella.
“I saw him last night,” she blurted out.
“Who?” the girls asked in unison, frowning.
“Zonyai.”
“Oooh, scandalous,” the girls replied in unison again, snapping their fingers.
“So, uh, did youz guys do the deed or what?” Andrea questioned with a smirk. Marbella smiled, like she was hiding something.
“So, how was it?” Jan asked. She already knew what was up from the look on her girl’s face.
Marbella thought on it for a second before replying, “Nice and nasty.” She bit the corner of her lip thinking about her sexual encounter with Zonyai. She could still feel him inside of her, pumping, sweating, moaning and grunting. She found herself staring ahead out of the large window before her and biting down on her bottom lip. Her pussy had grown moist just thinking about that night with him.
“You mind giving the X-rated version?” Andrea inquired wanting to know the juicy details.
“Okay, I’ll tell you as we work out on the bikes.” Marbella got off of the treadmill, waving her girls on as she led them over to the exercise bikes. They worked up a sweat as she filled them in on her night with Zonyai. Andrea and Jan listened immensely as she relayed her story, not wanting to miss anything of importance.
“So are you thinking about leaving Franklin for the Mandingo?” Jan wanted to know.
Before Marbella could answer, Andrea interjected, “If you are, I’m telling you now, girly, get it the fuck outta your head. You and your boyfriend will wind up in the trunk of some jalopy with matching bullet holes in your foreheads. Then I’ll have no choice but to kill Franklin, the miserable fat fuck that he is.”
“You think I don’t know that? We’ve already discussed this,” Marbella informed sadly. She knew that if she and her long lost love were to run off that her husband would hunt them down and murder them in cold blood.
“And what did he have to say?” Jan inquired.
“He’s willing to go up against the mob and anyone else in the way of us being together.” Marbella shook her head. She genuinely loved Zonyai and didn’t want any harm to come to him, but she felt that whatever soldiers he managed to scrounger up to go to war with Franklin’s crew wouldn’t be a match. Their short lived crusade would surely end with his tragic death.
“Damn, heffa, you must have a coochie made of diamonds and gold, motherfucker willing to go to war behind your shit!” Andrea exclaimed with a silly smirk on her face.
“Well, whichever one you choose to be with, just know your girls have your back,” Jan told her, she reached over and patted her wrist.
“Oh, boy,” Andrea took a deep breath and shook her head. “I’m gonna have to brush up on my shooting at the gun range. You know it wouldn’t kill you bitches to come with me. We’re going to need every able body once this shit hits the fan.”
Marbella laughed. “I love you bitches.”
“We love you, too,” Jan replied with a smile.
Later that night
When Zonyai reunited with Marbella that night, he knew there was a God. He had his doubts, but he was made a believer once his prayers were answered. He’d been scuffing his knees up for the past four years to The Man Upstairs asking him to send him the woman that had been torn from his life. Years had passed and it seemed all the Lord had sent him was hoodrats and gold diggers. He ran through them all like opened doors, but he’d never found any fulfillment with them. They were just something to pass time by with. He was beginning to think that The Almighty only thought he deserved promiscuous women with ulterior motives in his life. And he was damn near ready to give up and accept just that until he was sent the woman he was yearning for.
When Zonyai called Brolic to tell him that he’d ran into Marbella and they’d hooked back up, he thought his best friend would be happy for him, but he was sadly mistaken.
“Yo, B, me and lil’ momma hooked back up. Yep,” Zonyai smiled, he was slouched down on his couch with his hand down the front of his unzipped slacks, Polo boxer briefs visible. The lights were out in his living room, but the blue illumination from his flat-screen TV. “Ran into her at the video store and we took it back to the Marriott. Mannnn, to think that after all of these years I’m still in love with her.” He looked up at the ceiling and licked his lips thinking, God, you’re something else putting me and old girl back together.
“For real, you and Felicia got back together? I know you tore that out the frame. Shorty gotta fat ass, gimmie the details, nigga,” Brolic said excitedly, anxious to hear his man’s sexual exploits. He was wearing a Blu-Tooth headset and sweating as he lifted weights in his garage, pecks bulging with each thrust.
“Felicia?” he frowned and twisted his lips. He couldn’t believe he mentioned her. There was no way that he’d fucked with her again. Her pussy smelled like alumina. “Nah, I’m talking about Marbella,” he corrected him, flipping through cable channels with the remote control.
There was a moment of silence before Brolic spoke again, the anger and frustration in his voice evident.“You must really have a death wish, bruh, I mean seriously. What the fuck did she do? Put a voodoo curse on you or something?” He sat the bar down on the hooks and sat up on the
bench, breathing hard. “Why in the hell can’t chu see that this white bitch is poison? You already lost your leg. Damn, it’s gone take losing your life for you stop fucking with that broad? Shiettt, man,” he sucked his teeth, hating his boy had linked back up with the woman that almost had lead him to his demise. “You’re my nigga and all, but don’t look for me to bust my gun on the account of no mothafucking pussy, especially some that I ain’t getting.” He sighed and before Zonyai could respond, he heard the click that disconnected him and his homeboy. “Dumb ass nigga.” Brolic shook his head shamefully and lay back on the bench, continuing to pump the weights.
Chapter Seven
A week later
Franklin had gotten some news that had left him very pissed off. The night Marbella snuck in the house after her rendezvous with Zonyai, she thought he was asleep but he was faking it. He played it cool the next morning and immediately hired a private investigator to follow her for the next couple of days. His findings left the big man not only heartbroken, but angry. Franklin was definitely going to address his wife’s betrayal, but first he needed to let off some steam. So he figured what better way to get his mind right than boxing. He could use the exercise and he was sure he’d gotten a little rusty over the years. Hell, it had been a couple of years since he’d been in the ring and a sparring session was definitely called for. Pulling up at the boxing gym, he executed the engine of his Benz and grabbed his duffle bag. He hopped out of his ride and slammed the door shut, locking it. En route to the entrance he thought about the night he and Mufasa began their business relationship.
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“You gotta real firecracker on your hands there with this coke.
How much we’re talking a key?” Mufasa inquired, massaged his chin.
“For you, sssssss,” Franklin raised an eyebrow and thought on it. “Twenty five a bird.”