by Shan
Unfortunately, Deonna fucked around and played with fire, and in the end, she ended up getting burned. As much as I loved Deonna, this was what her actions had created. Now our child was motherless, I was wifeless, and I couldn’t even find her fuckin’ family. She left me with a lot of misery and pain, but it was up to me on how I handled it, and I had to agree that I’d been handling it like a bitch ass nigga. It was a wake-up season, though. That nigga Tyrin came out on top with this one, but I was about to bring his ass back down to the bottom.
Now this situation right here in front of me. Never saw myself laying down with the law, but damn it if she wasn’t tempting. She had been low-key throwing the pussy at me, and I had yet to catch it.
“What is your blood type?” Detective Henson asked me ready to write in her notepad.
“I’m O Positive, why do you ask?”
“Just a little more of my investigative work. And your wife, hers was?”
“B.”
“Thank you,” she told me, as she slid her pad into the back of her tight fitting pants. I licked my lips and rubbed the fuzz of my chin while staring at her.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” Detective Henson asked and my brows furrowed.
“From?”
“Back in high school. I was the fat chick that the cheerleaders decided to prank in the cafeteria during senior prank week. They squirted me with ketchup and mustard and threw hamburger buns at me.”
“Oh fuck,” I said and laughed. “Damn, I do remember you, but my, my, my have you changed.”
“I can’t believe you just laughed at that. Do you even remember my name?”
“Yes, I do,” I lied. “It’s…Henson.”
She laughed, and I smiled genuinely for the first time since I found my wife dead in her car. I did remember her. She was treated badly in high school. Muthafuckas poked and prodded at her on a daily basis. Her humility was another person’s joy, and that shit was sad as fuck that people felt the need to bring another person down in order to make them feel good about life. All I saw back then was a beautiful chick that just needed to take better care of her health, and I see that she had.
“My name is Destiny Davis. Henson is my married name.”
“Destiny Davis, you’re married?”
“Not anymore. Been divorced for a little over a year now. I’m surprised to see that you’re an attorney though. The way that you and your brothers used to be back in the day, I would’ve never thought it possible. Sorry for pulling my firearm on your brother, but he does have a reputation as you already know.”
I chuckled because she was right. Khi was known as Killa Khi for a reason. He dropped niggas for a little of nothing back then, and although he wasn’t as hotheaded now, I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to murk anyone he didn’t care about. That was why I had to let Destiny know that she had made a mistake with pulling that gun on him.
“He’s just emotional,” I told her and looked her over again. “What time do you clock out? Can I take you to get something to drink…something to eat?”
“Well, I’m actually off. I’ve just been putting in the extra work for your case. It’s my top priority to catch who did this to your wife.”
“You do that for me?”
“It’s a lot that I have done and would do for you all over again. It was just that I was too fat for you to notice.”
It was something about Destiny’s words that had me reeling in my thoughts again. Before her mentioning to me who she was, I would’ve never even picked up on the shit. What the hell she meant by she’d done a lot for me? How well did I really know this lady?
Chapter 13
Tangie
“More flowers, Tangie,” Tameeka said, as she stormed into my office without even knocking. I looked up at her and frowned wondering why she felt the need to have an attitude. For the past couple of days, she had been real cranky and this wasn’t even like her. I wondered if she had something going on at home and wanted to talk about it.
“Thank you,” I told her and leaned back in my seat and looked her over. “Are you okay?”
“I would be okay, if you found someone to replace Cuba since she refuses to bring her ass to work. It seems like I’m doing more clerical work than I am anything else. I’ll be glad when I finish the hours I need to get my license so you can stop treating me like I’m a damn slave or something.”
“I told you that Cuba has been sick, but if you have a problem doing her job, then I definitely won’t hesitate to find somebody that can. You didn’t have a problem with doing clerical work before, so why now?” I lied, although I knew that Cuba had ran into some legal trouble again.
“Never mind, don’t even worry about it,” Tameeka said and waved me off. She turned around to leave my office when my phone rung.
“Hello,” I said, as I answered it.
“What’s up, you called?” Cassidy said, sounding as if I was bothering him. I rolled my eyes and had noticed that Tameeka had turned around like she’d forgotten something.
“I did call. Hang on a second, Cass,” I told him and brought the phone away from my face as I looked at Tameeka. “What’s up, Tameeka?”
“I’ll wait until you’re done,” she said, and I looked at her like she was crazy.
“Okay, well I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
Tameeka rolled her eyes, turned around, and walked out of my office. She slammed the door behind her, and it took me a second to tell myself that she wasn’t worth getting upset about. I had other shit to worry about. Like the fact that Cass had been having flowers delivered to the damn shop like every couple of hours for the past couple of days and it was starting to drive me crazy. I had told him I don’t know how many times to stop it, but he had ignored every protest, and they just kept coming. It had gotten so bad to the point, I was sending my clients away with them and telling them that it was a way of showing my appreciation.
“Can you please stop it, Cass? Stop it,” I told him, and he sighed before he hung up the phone in my face. I went to call him back when my door swung up and Cass’ buff ass was standing there with his hair all over his head. He looked at me, and I couldn’t help but to smile at him. The scent of his cologne traveled across the room and tickled my nostrils. I sat back in my seat unsure of what I wanted to say to him. Part of me wanted to tell him to leave, but the more we sat there staring at each other, the more uncertainty I had felt.
Cass meant so much to me at one point in my life. I met him in high school right after my mother passed on from cancer. My father, Mr. Thomas Lance, was my sole provider for my last two years of school, which he had spent drinking himself into a deep depression. Cass had been my shoulder to lean and cry on. He seemed to come around at the right moment becoming my knight in shining armor. He patched up all the pain and anger I felt for the way my parents seemed to neglect me at the same time. The way he loved me was the reason I had refused to allow my baby cousin to sit behind bars with no one there to hold her down.
Although I had chosen not to contact Cass while he was locked up, I thought about him every day. I read every letter that he’d sent at least twice, and I constantly prayed for him. I told myself, and even Camp, that I was over Cass and was only concerned about his well-being, but I knew that it wasn’t true. I had never stopped loving Cass. I don’t think I could ever stop loving Cass. Being with him was scary, but being without him was even scarier. I had gone through pure hell these last four years. All I did was pretend to be happy, pretend like I was enjoying and felt good about life, and pretend like I loved Camp’s nasty ass. I didn’t want to pretend anymore.
I looked towards where Cass stood, and his eyes were dark. I could tell something was bothering him. Not often did Cass’ eyes look the same color, but when they did, I knew it was because he was stressing or either mad. His dark skin tone seemed flushed, and his overall demeanor was just off. He was wearing a pair of dark stoned washed Robin Jeans, and he hiked them up a couple of inches before he made his w
ay over to me.
I didn’t say anything and only watched him with my eyes. He dropped down in front of me and laid his head in my lap. I rubbed my hands through his hair and shook my head.
“You need to tell them,” I encouraged, knowing that this was the reason he was here. I was the only person that knew what Cass was going through. I was the only one that knew why them Arabs were really after him and his brothers. I knew that the news was bound to make the relationship with his brothers rocky, but at least, Cass could clear his conscience and stop living with the guilt of the madness that he’d caused for himself and those that he loved.
“I tried. Every time I try, I back out of it. Shit is already so fucked up man. KaeDee and Khi or beefing behind Dae…Dae is locked up behind some shit that maybe I was the fuckin’ cause of. He went after them Arabs, but if I had spoken up a long time ago, then none of this shit would have ever happened. Fuck.”
“Tell them, Cass. Tell them what happened. We all could’ve died the other day. That muthafucka is still mad all these years later, and he is never gonna let it go. I have no doubt in my mind that it will never end until either you or him are dead. You got Khi out here fighting some shit that he don’t even know anything about.”
Cass shook his head and sighed before he looked up at me. A small smirk creased his lips as he stared at me. He brought his hand up to the side of my face, and I closed my eyes as he ran his palm down my cheek.
“I need you in my life, Tangie. I did four years without you, Ma, and I’m not trying to go any longer,” Cass said, and I felt like I had completely stopped breathing when I suddenly felt his lips against the fabric of my jeans. It had been so long since I had anyone between my legs that the thought of it made me tremble underneath Cass’ touch. Camp was nothing to talk about when it came to the bedroom, and quite honestly, I was so ashamed that I had been with a man like him.
Cass, on the other hand, his sex game was one that would make a woman want to commit crimes and even commit herself to a psychiatric ward. I had only been with two men in my life, and I knew that Cass was on a level that most women would only dream about being taken to.
I didn’t even protest when he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and pulled my pants down to the floor. He pulled my jeans away from my feet before removing my panties the same way. I tossed my head back and tried to calm myself down. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. I knew once I made this move with Cass there was no turning back.
“Ahhh,” I gasped, as I grabbed his hair and threw my legs over his shoulders. He lapped me up with his tongue and pulled my clit into his mouth. I tried to pull back a little to give my mind and body a chance to process what was going on, but Cass wasn’t having it. He gripped one hand around my waist and the other he used to push my left leg back as far as it would go.
I moaned, squirmed, and cried out as he Cass ate me out like he was starving. I was on the verge of coming fast and hard when he pulled back and licked his lips. He stood to his feet and stared at me, as I breathed heavily wondering what the hell he was doing. When he pulled out his cell phone and acted like I wasn’t sitting here with my pussy out and in the middle of having what I knew was about to be the best damn orgasm of my life, I grew angry.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I gotta go. I need to go see my brothers.”
“What? Are you serious right now?”
“Yea, put your clothes back on before somebody walk in here.”
I cocked my head to the side and stared at him like he had lost his mind. When he made his way to the door, I jumped up from the seat and raced towards him. I hurried and hopped in front of him to stop him from leaving. I couldn’t believe that he was fucking with me like this. The smirk that he wore told me that he that he thought this shit was funny.
“Move girl, what you doing?”
“Cassidy Prince, don’t play with me,” I said, as I pushed him back although he didn’t budge. I reached behind me and locked the door before I jumped up into Cass’ arms and began kissing him. I slid my tongue into his mouth and our tongues danced sensually as he went backwards and we were at my desk again. He slowly sat down in the chair with me straddling his lap. I slid down onto his erection and groaned with every inch that I took inside of me.
“Fuck,” I said, as I threw my head into his chest and closed my eyes. I bit down on my lips as I squeezed my muscles tightly around his thick and hard dick. I felt like I was about to come again, and I hadn’t even gotten started yet. Working Cass’ erection slowly, I slid up and down and then sped up after every few strokes.
“Shit, Ma,” He said, as he stuck his tongue into my ear. “Slow down.”
“I can’t. It feels so good,” I told him, as I rode him and myself into ecstasy. My mouth dropped open as I felt myself reaching that point to where I knew I was about to explode. I tossed my head back and bounced on Cass wildly as I came and creamed all over his dick. “Ohhhh, my God!”
“Shit, don’t stop. Don’t stop shawty. Ride this dick,” Cass said, as he gripped my hips and pounded me into his dick. I could feel another big O coming, so I dug my hands into Cass’ hair and began to pull on it. It was so fuckin’ fierce that Cass dug his teeth into my neck, and the both of us came at the same time.
I screamed as his teeth penetrated my skin while he filled me up with his seeds. This may have been the quickest sex session that the two of us have had, but damn it if it wasn’t the best. I could feel tears leaking from my eyes, and quickly, I wiped them away before Cass could see them. It was all starting to come back just like I knew that it would. Every feeling that I ever felt with Cass. Every emotion that he made me feel, and every time he’d caused me pain. I wanted him to leave, but I was scared that if he did, I wouldn’t see him again.
I climbed off of him quick and grabbed my pants from the floor. I quickly got dressed while making sure I kept my back to him. I guess he could feel what was about to happen, because he climbed out of the chair and walked up behind me. He pulled me into him and leaned over and kissed my neck.
“I ain’t gonna fuck up, again, babe. Just let me back in, and let me show you how sorry I am. I’mma make it up to you every day that I’m blessed to be able to wake up next to you,” Cass pleaded, as he whispered in my ear. I shuddered and nodded my head. I wasn’t going to fight him anymore. I didn’t wanna go another moment without him either.
Chapter 14
Cuba
2 days later…
The moment I stepped foot out of the county jail, Khi was standing outside waiting for me. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk past him when he grabbed my arm and pulled me in for a hug. He kissed me on my neck and held onto me for a few moments before he finally let me go and looked me over.
“You okay?” he asked, and I didn’t answer. I walked towards the parking lot with him trailing slowly behind me. I was just upset. I was sick and had spent the entire weekend laying on a cold and hard bunk. My spirits were so low, and I just didn’t know if I wanted to do this with Khi anymore. Look how easy it was for his brother to make a phone call and have me thrown behind bars. I ain’t have shit to do with why Dae was locked up, and they needed to keep me out of it.
It was Khi’s decision to make that phone call on his brother and not mine. No matter how hurt I was about what Dae had done to my sister, it had never crossed my mind to call them boys on him. It was a dog eat dog world, and I felt like Dae’s time was coming. I didn’t knock Khi for what he had done, and I would never look at him no type of way for it either. Dae had pushed Khi to a point to where he had felt as if he had no other choice but to do what he did. He had done it to punish and protect him at the same time. I didn’t judge him for it, but I also wasn’t about to let his decisions rollover into my life.
“The car is right here,” Khi said, and I looked back at him before I turned and walked over to his car. He opened my door for me, but before I could get in, he stared down at me and blocked my entry. I shook off the chill
that he gave me and tried to ignore him and the fact that he looked damn good and smelled even better. “You okay?”
“I’m tired,” I told him, as I tried to move around him.
“I was worried sick about you. Been ripping and running the streets trying to stay busy until it was time for me to come and get you. I’m sorry this happened baby, but I promise you, it’ll never happen again.” Khi tried to kiss me, but I turned my head and stepped back. He looked at me like I had two heads before he sucked his teeth and walked around to the driver’s side. I got inside of the car, closed my door, and leaned my head against the window.
It’s a brand new day and the birds they chirpin.
It’s a brand new day plus my Nextel chirpin.
Y’all niggas got work, but y’all never ever workin.
The moment Khi had cranked the car, the music blasted through the speakers and vibrated every part of what I touched. I was so tired that it didn’t even matter to me. I closed my eyes and had drifted off to sleep after only a few minutes on the road. It seemed like it wasn’t long before Khi was pulling the door open and pulling me out of the car. He picked me up into his arms and carried me to the front of a place that I had never seen before. The neighborhood was a nice and quiet one, and I figured this must’ve been where he’d been staying until his new house was ready.
Once he opened the door and walked inside, my blood began to boil. I damn near fell out of Khi’s arms and hit the floor from trying to get away from him. I couldn’t believe this shit. Not one but both of this nigga’s baby’s mamas were sitting on the couch like they owned the place, and Khi really had me fucked up if he thought I was about to join these hoes.
“Let me talk to you upstairs,” Khi said, and I shook my head. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked toward the floor.
“Can you just take me back to Tangie’s or to a room? Where is…”