by Tranay Adams
“Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!” Marbella huffed and puffed, face, shoulders and chest slickened from sweat. She was running as fast and as hard as she could, occasionally glancing over her shoulders to see if her husband was on her trail. “Ugh!” she stumbled, falling to the sidewalk and scraping her knee, losing one of her flip flops in the process. Grimacing, she pushed up from off of the ground and kept it moving, nearly getting hit by an oncoming car. Luckily, the vehicle slammed on its brakes. She stumbled again but quickly righted herself, fleeing from the intersection. She made an ugly face as she continued her running, tears flying from her eyes, looking like diamonds under the hot sapphire in the sky.
“Aye, Marbella, Marbella!” she heard a voice calling after her.
“Help me somebody, anybody!” She hollered out but the people she came across just looked at her like she was crazy, or shoved her away. They didn’t know what trouble she was in, but they didn’t want any parts of it.
“Marbella, Marbella, wait!”
“Oh, God!” Marbella hollered out, chest jumping because her heart was raging behind her left breast. She could hear a car screech to a stop and a door being thrown open. Right after, there were hurried footsteps coming up behind her. She was exhausted as hell and was slowing down. The heat and her being tired had gotten to her and her eyes had become hooded, her breathing growing hoarse. Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her arm and out of fear, she balled her hand into a fist. Spinning around, she swung as hard as she could. He ducked it and grasped her other arm, staring into her eyes with furrowed brows.
“Calm down, it’s me, Zonyai.”
“Zon...Zonyai?” she asked, panting out of breath, eyes hooded from exhaustion. She sighed with relief and hung her head. He looked all around trying to see what she was running from, but he didn’t see any visible threat.
“What’s going on? What happened to you?” Zonyai reached under his shirt and gasped his chrome .45 automatic handgun. His freehand held her arm as he walked her back to his Maserati which was double parked in the street with its driver side door open. His head was on a swivel, taking in all of his surroundings in case shot shit jumped off.
“Franklin, he’s...he’s after me!” her head snapped all around, trying to see if he was anywhere around them.
“After you? For what?” Lines of concern went across his forehead.
Marbella gave him the rundown on her and Franklin’s marriage, not leaving a single thing out. She painted a picture of what appeared to be a loving, caring, romantic man that had somehow transformed into a monster before her very eyes. Zonyai already didn’t like the nigga, but after getting an earful of how he was treating his wife made him hate his fucking guts. He knew little about Marbella but she seemed like such a sweetheart from the very few interactions they’d had over the years. He couldn’t see how a man could treat her like she was the scum of the earth. In his heart he knew that if he had someone like her as his he’d spend every minute of the day showing her how much he loved and appreciated her. He shook his head, thinking of how some niggaz could have the woman of their dreams and still not know how to act with them.
“Where do you want me to take you?” he looked from the windshield to her.
“How about your place?” she inquired, wiping her eyes and nose with the napkins that was in the glove-box.
“No can do,” he shook his head like that was a big mistake. “If word was to ever get out that you were seen at my place it would be the beginning of World War III. Mufasa and Franklin’s families bumping heads is something these streets aren’t prepared for. I’ll take you to a motel. A place he wouldn’t think about coming to look for you at. Trust me, a nigga with bank like your man will think about looking for you at some big, fancy five star hotel.”
“Okay. That’s fine.”
Forty Five minutes later
The sun was setting when Zonyai finally pulled up in the motel parking lot. He killed the engine and looked to the right, finding Marbella fast asleep. She finally looked at peace, even with the dry tears sprawled down her cheeks. He watched her chest slowly rise and fall for a second. Slightly smirking, he opened the door and hopped out. Moments later, he woke her up and retreated to her motel room. After opening the door and flipping on the light switch, he took a scan of the sleeping quarters. It was a modestly made up room with an old box TV set and a full size bed with white linen. The nightstands were Oakwood and scarred as well as the dresser which had a crack down its glass.
“A home away from home.” Zonyai grinned, shutting the door shut behind them.
“I’ma take a shower. Do you mind staying for a while, just until I feel a little comfortable?”
“Uh huh.” he pulled up his slacks and sat down on the bed. Picking up the remote control, he turned on the television. All of the channels were filled with static so he adjusted the antennas until he got the picture to show how he wanted. When he went to turn around, the bathroom door was clicking shut beside him. He lay back on the bed watching TV until he eventually dozed off. He stirred awake at nightfall frowning, he peeled his eyelids open to find Marbella lying on him with her arms around him. He raised an eyebrow wondering what had happened. He knew he hadn’t had sex with her because he would remember since he wasn’t drunk. Feeling his movements, the mob wife peeled her eyelids apart and looked up at him. She sat up in bed quickly.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized sincerely. “It was cold in here and the heater wouldn’t turn on. I figured the best way for me to keep warm was to snuggle up to you. I would have covered up with a blanket, but they’re as thin as sheer.”
“It’s...it’s alright.” he sat up stretching and yawning, hearing his bones cracking and adjusting. Grabbing his .45 from off the bed where he’d left it when he’d sat down on the bed. He tucked that thang in the small of his back and addressed the De Lucci family’s First Lady. “Listen, It’s getting late, I’m gonna gon’ and get outta here.”
“Wait,” she jumped to her bare feet, looking as scared as she was earlier that day. He turned around with a furrowed forehead hearing her timid voice, “Can...Can you at least stay the night and keep me safe?”
He shook his head and said, “I don’t know. I...”
“Oh, please, just for tonight.” she put her hands together like she was praying, begging him with pleading eyes.
Zonyai took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright, but just for the night, in the morning I’ll take you to get your money and drop you off where ever.”
A look of relief crossed her face and she jumped up and down, clapping her manicured hands excitedly. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.” she ran over to him and kissed him on the cheek. When she pulled back they locked eyes, slowly they angled their heads and moved forward. Their lips swept up against one another and their tongues met, French kissing deep and sensually. She reached around his back and pulled out his gun, dropping it on the floor. Next, they were undressing each other and peeling off their under clothes. Whilst she was sliding his silk boxers from around his waistline, he was moving her towards the bed, unsnapping her bra and sliding off her panties. They fell back on the bed, still kissing as she spread her legs open. She reached down between his legs and grabbed his grown man. As they continued to kiss, she slid his dick head up and down between the slit of her V. He removed her hand and tapped the head of his member on her clit, driving her crazy, causing her to whimper and beg for him to put it in. He obliged her, pushing himself inside of her until he was halfway in before interlocking his fingers with hers and pinning them to the bed. He licked up her neck and began sucking underneath her chin as he gave her slow passionate strokes. Hearing her gasps and raspy breaths, he started stroking her pussy faster and faster, making her hot liquid spill from between her thighs.
“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!” she called out as she threw her head back, eyes rolled to their whites and her long hair sprawled all over the sheets. He licked her straight up her throat, underneath her chin, then brought the tip of his tongue be
tween her lips. He pierced them and then kissed her while he long stroked that beautifully shaved vagina of hers. She clenched his girth with her internal walls, sucking him deeper inside of her. He grunted and tossed his head back, eyes narrowed into slits. He kept his hips into rotation. She wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him deep inside of her. Then she slid her fingers from between his, clawing at his back leaving red streaks from the intensity of his passionate love making. He sneered, showcasing his teeth but keeping the paste of his powerful thrust. He hissed like a snake feeling her tongue encircle each of his areolas before sucking on his nipples.
“Ahhh, ssssheeiiit!” he felt the blood of his dick shoot through its veins and caused the head of his penis to swell to twice its size. He sped up feeling that he was about to get off. Zonyai and Marbella both moaned and groaned after one another, enjoying the plane of utopia that they were on but rushing it to near its landing.
“Ssssssss.” Zonyai gritted, forehead deepening with creases.
“Ssssssss, ahhhh!” Marbella called out and licked her lips.
“I’ma ‘bout to cum!” he confessed.
“I’ma cum, too.” she retorted.
He pulled out of her and she grabbed his member, looking down at it.
She jerked his meat up and down until hot jizz squirted out of its hole, plastering her stomach. He shuddered and hung his head, looking down at the mess he’d made on her toned abs as he panted out of breath, sweat causing his face to shine. He dropped off on the side of her on the bed, he crawled over to the side of the bed where he grabbed his slacks and pulled out a pack of Newport 100s. He pulled a loose one from out of the pack along with a lighter, tossing the pack on the nightstand. He’d just cupped his hand around the square and lit it up with the lighter when Marbella came walking past him, ass cheeks jiggling. He watched her through the dresser’s mirror as she turned on the dials of the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water. Seeing her enticing shapely body caused his manhood to get slightly erect again and he hopped out of bed. After mashing out the Joe in the ashtray on the dresser, he journeyed into the bathroom. He backed her up against the wall and kissed her, before wrapping her legs around his waist and stepping into the tub with her, one foot at a time. He fucked her up against the shower wall as the hot water from the shower head laid her hair down and cascaded down both of their forms.
Zonyai and Marbella pillow talked that night, telling one another about their upbringings and the paths they’d chosen in life that led them down the road they was traveling now. They told each other their deepest darkest secrets and felt a connection that they’d never felt with anyone ever before. It seemed to them that somehow they were meant to be together. That Lord Almighty had tailor made them for one another. It was crazy to them that just after one night that they both felt that they were truly in love. No one could convince them otherwise. Eventually they fell asleep hugged up with one another, eyes shut and smiles etched across their lips.
The next morning they got dressed and went to Wal-Mart where they purchased two shovels and some workman’s gloves. They drove out into the woods where Marbella had buried the money and dug up a small trunk full of loot. Since Marbella didn’t have the keys to it with her, she used the butt of Zonyai’s gun to bust the lock open. Removing it, she lifted the latch and flipped it up. Lifting the lid of the trunk, she revealed stacks on top of stacks of dead presidents she’d saved over the years. The money was in case of an emergency. She’d planned to use it in a situation like this and now she was happy that she’d stashed it way out in the woods. Slamming the lid shut with a smile, she placed the busted lock on the trunk. She then hugged and kissed Zonyai for helping her. Afterwards, they both grabbed an end of the trunk and carried it to his luxury vehicle, dropping it off inside of the trunk.
Zonyai took Marbella to Metro PCS where she copped a cell phone. The next place he took her was a used car lot. She bought a burgundy ‘98 Buick Lasabre. She tried to bless him with a few bands but he refused. He had plenty of money of his own so he didn’t need a red cent from her. Zonyai opened the door of the Buick and slammed it shut behind her. He stuck his head in the window and smiled, dimpling his cheeks as he casted that million dollar kisser of his.
“Well, this is it until we meet back up in Georgia.” he said, hand resting on the roof of the car.
“Yep,” she smiled back and held up three fingers. “In three days we’ll be reunited...forever.” She placed her hand on top of his. He took it into his own, lifting and kissing it tenderly as he stared up into her angelic face, admiring that breath taking smile of hers.
“Forever,” he replied meaningfully. “Our phones are linked through GPS so if something should happen before you reach your destination. You find a way to contact me and I’ll come running. Me and this pretty lil’ thang of mine.” he patted that imprint of his gun that was under his shirt.
“Thanks...for everything.” she told him with serious eyes.
“You’re welcome.” he kissed her hand again and locked lips with her. Their kissing wasn’t like two people who had just met and got it in. Nah, it was that of two people who had fallen deep in love with plans to spend the rest of their lives together. When they pulled back, she caressed the side of his face, staring into his eyes lovingly.
“I don’t know what it is about chu but it feels like I’ve known you in another life, where we were very much in love with one another; an era where you were the king and I was your queen. Our people worshipped you and we worshipped each other.” she shut her eyelids and peeled them back open, her eyes were teary. And so was his, having grown tired of holding back how he truly felt for her. “I feel this...this connection with you that I don’t wanna break. Even now that I’m leaving, and I know we’ve planned to meet back up, something is telling me not to. It’s telling me to stay here with you. It’s telling me to say fuck Franklin and his goons. To stay here and ride it out with you.” the tears came jetting down her cheeks unevenly. He swept them away with his thumb before cupping her face and pulling her close, kissing her romantically. She wiped away his tears with her fingers and he kissed her lips one last time before pulling back.
“I feel the same way. And just as soon as I wrap up some thangz here I’m coming out there. We’re gonna be together just like we’ve planned.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” he kissed her forehead. Patting the roof of the vehicle, he stepped back and watched as she resurrected the engine. Kissing her palm, she blew him a kiss. He caught the imaginary kiss and smacked it over his heart, grinning. Marbella slid on her sunglasses to block the intense rays of the ember in the sky before pulling off. He watched the back of her whip until she disappeared down the street into Los Angeles traffic.
Marbella was going to make her way out to Atlanta, Georgia. There wasn’t any reason why she’d chosen this state particularly. It was a game of chance, she laid out the map she’d gotten out of the motel lobby, had Zonyai spin her around and when she stopped, she brought her finger down. Boom, there it landed on, Atlanta, Georgia. This was where she was going to start her new life. Now here she was, doing a buck on the freeway on her way to the dirty south. By the time she got off of the highway, the sun was going into hiding. She knew it would be a few days before she’d reached her destination, so she decided to stop off at a motel for the night, Marbella procured a room and dipped off to it. As soon as she crossed the threshold into her room, she tossed her keys onto the nightstand and began peeling off her clothes. Turning on the shower, she stepped inside, drawing the curtain closed. Soaping her hair with the cheap bar of motel soap, she stood under the spray of water, allowing it to slick her hair back and cascade down her back.
Thirty minutes later, the bathroom door came open and Marbella came strolling out, trying to keep her towel upon her bosoms. Fog rose from out of the bathroom and rolled out onto the floor, leaving the mirrors cloudy. As soon as she stepped her bare foot out onto the carpet, she was grabbed hard by th
e back of her neck and jerked aside. Before she knew it, she was being thrown across the room. She went flipping over the bed, losing her towel in the process. Her head whipped all around the room, eyes bugged, mouth open and chest twitching from beating so hard.
“Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!” She breathed heavily as her head snapped from left to right and then back again. She heard heavy footfalls. She didn’t know who they belonged to but she had someone in mind. “Franklin.” As soon as that name was mentioned, the lamp light clicked on and all that could be made out in the darkness was Franklin Trombone’s scowling face and clenched jaws. Marbella gasped and swallowed the ball of fear in her throat, backing up from him on her palms and the balls of her feet until she bumped up against the wall. Hearing the sound of metal, her eyes zeroed in on his waist. She trembled with terror seeing him unbuckling his thick leather belt. He pulled the belt free from his waistline and wrapped it around both of his knuckles, coiling and uncoiling it, causing it to make a smacking noise. “Oh, God, no... pleeease!”
“Fuck a please, ya disrespectful ass bitch!” he snarled. “You know what daddy does to unruly ass broads, right?”
“Franklin, please.” she begged, her eyes teary and her bottom lip trembling. Whack! Swhack! Slackkk! Shrackkk! His hand swept up, down and all around, striking her wet flesh and leaving welts all over her arms, chests and legs. She cried out begging for mercy, but he continued to beat her unmercifully. “Pleeeease!” her tears and snot ran as she held up her arms and bending knee to shield her face from his brutality. “Ahhhh! Gahhh! Aaaahh! Whyyyy? Ah! Ah! Gah! I’m sorrrry!” He grunted louder and louder with each swing of the belt, welding it like it was a leather whip.