“Ugghhh!” we both grunted as we came.
I bent down and pulled her lip into my mouth, before slipping my tongue into hers. As we were kissing hungrily, the door burst open.
“Can y’all quiet the fuck down! I’m tired of listening to this shit every night!” Dalia shouted as she stood in the doorway.
Natalia and I were frozen in the doggy style position, as the three of us stared at each other. I slowly slid out of Natalia and quickly covered my dick with the sheet. Natalia covered her small body, and swallowed the lump in her throat.
“S-sorry Dalia,” she finally replied.
Dalia rolled her eyes chuckling, and then left the room. I immediately burst into laughter and Natalia smacked my arm.
“We can’t have sex while she’s here,” Natalia whispered.
“Yes we can, and we will,” I scoffed and checked my phone. I got up and then walked around to her side of the bed. I picked her up bridal style, and carried her to the bathroom within our room. “We can just do it here,” I said as I turned the Jacuzzi tub on.
“Okay,” she smiled seductively and closed the bathroom door.
Chapter 9: Natalia
Two Weeks Later
My mom had become extremely annoying, but I just had to remind myself that she was bitter. She was too young to be that way, however. All she did was complain about everything and everyone. I wanted to talk to her because with me being pregnant, I didn’t need anyone stressing me out.
“Good morning Dalia,” I said as I walked into her room. It was around 9am and I wanted to talk to her before River arrived.
“Morning,” she coughed and then paused the DVR. Although she was sick, her smooth brown skin was still flawless, and her brown hair was thick and long.
“I just wanted to talk to you,” I smiled and then sat down on the edge of her bed.
“About what? I’m not in the mood to be bothered Natalia,” she rolled her eyes.
“I just want you to calm down and not be so negative,” I stated.
“Not be so negative? What is going on in my life to where I should be positive?” she quizzed.
“You’re not dead, and-”
“And what? Nothing else! I’m on my way to being dead, and I’m living with my daughter and her drug dealing husband,” she shouted.
“Don’t talk that way about Julius,” I huffed.
“Julius, Julius, Julius. Is that all you give a fuck about? I wish you hadn’t ended up with someone like him,” she shook her head in disgust. “You deserve better baby.”
“I used to wish that too, but that was years ago Dalia. Julius is different, and he loves me,” I replied.
“Loves you? You don’t know what love is little girl,” she smacked her lips.
“You’re right Dalia. When I first met him, I didn’t know what love was, but you know why? I’d never experienced being loved or cared about, so the first person that showed me anything, I hopped on. You didn’t care about me, so yeah, Julius may have been a bad guy but one thing I could say was that he cared,” I sobbed.
“Natalia, I cared honey.”
“No! No you didn’t! I was a burden to you! After you kicked me out when I was pregnant, you never once tried to find out what happened to me! If it wasn’t for Julius, it’s no telling where I would even be! So the next time you wanna trash his character, remember that he loved and cared for your child even when you didn’t!” I spat and then rushed out before she could say anything.
I hated to yell at my mother but she deserved it. She had some nerve acting like she was the greatest parent ever. We all knew that Julius and I had problems in the past, but he was the only person who was willing to care for me. My mother didn’t even buy me food, yet Julius always made sure I was fed. I was so used to fending for myself and taking care of my best friend, so it felt good to meet someone who expected nothing from me and was willing to care for me. I’d never even heard the words I love you, until I met Julius. So yes, me being sixteen years old, of course I was gonna fall for him despite his ways. Regardless of the past, I wasn’t gonna allow anyone to talk about my husband, because for a long time he treated me better than most of the people I knew, and he still does.
After cleaning my face, I pulled out my phone to text Julius.
Me: I love you.
Husband: I love you too baby.
I smiled at the text, and then went to feed and bathe Jackson and Harmony. Once I was done with them I was famished, so I went downstairs to see what Winnie had made for lunch.
After I finished eating a huge homemade chicken salad, it was time for a nap. As I was walking past the bathroom, I heard someone sniffling. I lightly tapped on the door, and waited for an answer. I heard rustling, and then the knob jiggled signaling that the person behind it was unlocking it.
“Oh, I’m sorry Natalia. I was just-”
“River, why are you crying?” I frowned.
“Oh it’s nothing,” she shrugged.
“Come on, tell me,” I half-smiled.
“I just broke up with my boyfriend,” she sobbed.
“Don’t cry, River.” I chuckled inside at the irony of her name being River, and me telling her not to cry. “I’m sure he wasn’t good enough for you anyways,” I smacked my lips and she laughed.
“You think so?” she cocked her head.
“I know so. The person you’re meant to be with is probably waiting somewhere right now,” I joked and we chuckled.
“Thank you Natalia, I appreciate that,” she sniffled.
“It’s cool,” I smiled.
“Have you and Julius ever broken up?” she inquired, as I was about to walk away.
“Umm, not really. We’ve had a couple snags, but we have always been together pretty much,” I replied.
“I see,” she nodded and then walked to go back downstairs to my mother’s room.
Chapter 10: Julius
I heard Natalia downstairs in the laundry room, and I knew this was the perfect opportunity for some midday. She was always thinking about her mother bursting in on us, so she only wanted to do it at night. However, a nigga like me needed it all day and any time of the damn day.
I rushed down the stairs, and power walked to the damn laundry room. As soon as I reached it, I closed the door behind me. Natalia had on some little ass shorts and a tube top. When she bent over, I ain’t gone even get into all that. I crept up behind her, and rubbed my hard dick on her ass. I was still fully clothed, but my dick was threatening to rip through my sweats.
“Ju, we can’t,” she giggled as she turned around to look up at me.
“Yes we can,” I replied as I lifted her onto the washing machine.
I yanked her tube top down to expose her small round breasts, and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. She pulled up on my shirt, so I allowed her to remove it before latching back onto her nipples. I unbuttoned her jean shorts, and pulled them to her ankles, along with her thin lace thong. After dropping my sweats and boxers, Natalia dropped down to her knees and began to tease the tip of my dick.
“Shit,” I grunted lightly.
I massaged her scalp gently, while she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. The feeling of her soft lips on my dick was almost too much to bear. Her saliva was soaking my dick, and her mouth was so warm.
“Look at you,” I whispered as I stared down at her sexy ass sucking my dick. I loved seeing her suck my dick butt naked. “Mmmm,” I released down her throat, and she swallowed it up like the little freak that she was.
I bent her over the washer, and slowly slid into her sopping wet pussy. I reached my hand around to play with her clit, and she spread her legs some more.
“Juuuu, ahhhh,” she purred as I slid in fast and pulled out slowly.
Her little fat ass was bouncing and turning me on to the fucking max. I swear she was so damn sexy and I knew she didn’t even try.
“Mm,” I grunted as I spanked her ass.
“Uhh,” she cried out in pain and ple
asure as she exploded on my dick.
I gripped her waist tightly, and slammed into her at a faster pace. The sounds of our skin smacking seemed like the greatest soundtrack in the world. I reached down and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, then wrapped it around my hand. I gripped her hair as I pumped into her soaking wet center.
“Fuck, Juuu,” she whimpered before we both came together.
I turned her around, bent her head back, and then slipped my tongue into her mouth. I sucked on her soft lips and she sucked on mine. I smacked her ass and then gently bit her bottom lip.
“See, I’m sure you needed that just as much as I did,” I panted as I put my clothes on.
“So,” she smirked as she put her clothes on as well.
As we were coming out of the laundry room, we bumped into River. I didn’t feel that we needed to speak or anything, so I scooped Natalia up so we could head to the shower together. After the shower, or round two of sex with my wife, I spent some time with my son and daughter. Once it was dinnertime, I got dressed to leave the house.
Tonight my boys and I were just gonna hang out at the club. It’s been awhile since we just went out and had fun, and shit, we deserved it. I was only twenty-two years old, so the club still called my name every now and then. I threw on a white t-shirt, a navy blue windbreaker, dark jeans, and some navy blue and white Jordan 12’s. I decided to go hatless since my hair was freshly cut. After spraying on my Clive Christian cologne and adding my watch and chain, I headed out.
When Dash, Leese, Rashad and I walked in, the place was packed. The music was super loud, and people were dancing extra hard. We opted out of going to my club, because I didn’t feel like being a boss man tonight. I wanted to be a regular patron. We hurried to VIP because I hated to be in the mix of all these muthafuckas. I hated to be touched with someone’s sweaty ass shoulder or back. When we got to the balcony VIP area, there were bottles and carafes of juice waiting, along with a couple scantily clad waitresses with flirty smiles on their faces.
“Welcome,” the blond haired one cheesed.
I simply half-smiled and sat down on the plush couch. Leese and Dash on the other hand, were grinning all in her face as well. I looked over at my brother, and was happy to see him smiling and bobbing his head to the music. Now that Lucy was home with him, he seemed to be much happier.
“I see you ain’t acting all glum anymore,” I leaned over to him.
“Yeah, things are starting to look up I guess,” he smirked and I nodded.
A couple of chicken heads were trying to get in our area, and even though I didn’t want them to, Dash and Leese waved them in. I had to give it to these hoes, because their bodies were ridiculous. Rashad and I must’ve been thinking the same thing because we both shook our heads and raised both brows as the ladies sauntered by.
“I’m a changed man,” was all I said and we both started laughing.
While sipping my drink, I looked through the bottom of the glass to see some burly ass nigga with braids coming up the stairs. I would bet my life that he just got out of jail; or maybe he broke out. This nigga reminded me of Deebo from the movie Friday. He wasn’t fresh at all, but something about him said he had money. I kept my eye on him because he looked like he was coming towards us.
“He wants to come in,” the lady who was working our VIP whispered into my ear over the music.
“It’s straight,” I replied and she switched hard as fuck back over to him.
Mr. Deebo walked in with a mug on his face, and I hoped he didn’t think he was scaring anybody. He may have been built like a doublewide door, but Julius Tate wasn’t scared of no nigga. We all bled the same, so it wasn’t shit to be intimated by.
“Brax Northland,” he reached his hand out to me before sitting down. I refused to shake it as I sipped my drink, because I knew shit was about to get real.
“Can we help you?” Rashad frowned.
I looked over and saw Dash and Leese staring, while two chicks gave them lap dances. They were waiting for me to give the okay to blast his ass. I chuckled at how ready they were.
“Which one of you niggas is Julius?” he questioned.
“That’s me nigga, what’s up?” I raised a brow and scooted to the edge of the couch.
“What’s up is, I came to notify you that your reign is over with playboy,” he stroked his beard. I was sure it had lint and moths somewhere in it.
“That’s funny. My reign won’t be over anytime soon. And now that you came up in here on some bullshit, you don’t even have a chance to be a part of the movement,” I responded.
“A part of the movement?” he scoffed.
“Yes, a part of the movement. A chance to work for me; the King of Charleston, and newly Orangeburg,” I winked.
Orangeburg, South Carolina was originally his when he was out. The areas were a little over an hour away from each other, so I’m sure he was surprised that I had both areas on lock.
“Nigga, I’m ‘bout old enough to put you over my fuckin’ knee! Someone must be putting cocaine on your pacifier if you think I’m gonna be working for your ass!” he shouted over the music.
“And with all the money I’m making from your territory, I can buy all the pacifiers I want nigga! Get the fuck up out my section!” I hollered.
Brax stared at me, quickly darted his eyes to Rashad and then shot up off the couch. I stood up simultaneously just in case he wanted to get down. He mugged me once more, and then turned to leave.
“Double-stick, popsicle ass nigga!” I called after him once I saw his skinny ass ankles. “Quit skipping leg day!” I added and he flicked me off as he walked down the stairs.
“You think he’s gonna be a problem?” Rashad asked once I sat down.
“Oh he’s definitely gonna be a fucking problem. I ain’t worried though. He’ll just get taken out like the rest of these niggas who refuse to get down,” I shrugged and Rashad nodded.
Chapter 11: Rashad Tate
“I had to Rashad, she doesn’t deserve you,” Paula sobbed.
“That’s not your place Paula! Are you fucking crazy? Now my kid is in danger of not making it!” I shouted but quickly calmed myself to adhere to the plan. I’m sorry babe, I’m just all over the place right now, I rubbed her hair out of her face.
“It’s okay. I know that hoe has you acting out of character,” she replied caressing my hand.
“You’re right,” I fake smiled at her.
Her face was stained with tears, and her long weave was disheveled. I couldn’t believe that she and I had gotten to this place. I used to think Paula was the one, but she had turned into another person. I guess it’s true that love will make you do some crazy ass things.
“But, I came to talk to you about my sister-in-law. You can’t be blackmailing her P,” I frowned and squeezed her thigh.
“I know but I was desperate!” she cried hysterically. “No one would help me! No one understood how bad I was hurting!”
“I know. I get it. But, I need the pictures you have of her and Marlon”, I said.
She pulled her iPhone from her pocket, and unlocked it. She went into her camera roll, and scrolled upward until she reached the picture.
“There, they’re gone, she smiled after enlarging and deleting the three pictures.”
“Where are the other ones? And don’t lie to me Paula. If I find out you’re being sneaky again, this will never work ma, I raised my brows to let her know I was serious.”
"This is it. I was so wrapped up in getting you back, I never had them developed or copied,” she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.
“Paula.”
“Rashad, I promise this is it!” she nodded.
For some reason, after all she had done, I still didn’t want to text my brother and let him know to come in. However, I wasn’t about to let her drive a wedge between he and I. Natalia was his wife, and I wouldn’t want someone jeopardizing her freedom if I were him either. Shit, I don’t want her freedom being
jeopardized as her brother-in-law. On top of her blackmailing Natalia, she had possibly killed my girl and child, which were grounds for automatic termination in my book.
“What about your computer?” I questioned.
“It may be on there because of my iCloud, but I promise nowhere else,” she sniffled and smiled.
I leaned over and pecked her lips gently, because I knew it was the last time. I used to love this girl; can you blame me? I pulled my phone from my pocket to text Julius.
Me: At the store
I sent him the coded text and then quickly locked my phone.
“Who are you texting?” Paula quizzed with a raised eyebrow.
“Julius, just letting him know that we’re all good,” I half lied and she nodded.
Right after, we heard a knock at the door and I knew this was it.
My eyes fluttered open and I stared at the ceiling. Every night I’d been dreaming about the events that had taken place just before we took Paula out. Even though she more than deserved that shit, it still bothered me. Even though she killed my fucking kid before he could even make it out, I still felt bad. I guess it was because of our history together. Before she went bat shit crazy, we had some good times.
“Good morning,” Lucy walked into the bedroom looking beautiful as ever.
“Good morning sexy,” I half-smiled. She shot me one back and then sat in front of her mirror to do her makeup. “What are you doing today?” I asked as I sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Nothing right now. Natalia and I are going out to Ray’s Lounge later though,” she responded as she put some creamy shit on her face.
“Can I take you and Lumar to lunch?” I bit my lip.
“Really?” she grinned and turned to face me.
“Yeah, I know I’ve been kind of distant and I want you to know it’s not you. I’ve just never dealt with anything like this ma. I’ve never had a serious girlfriend who was pregnant by me and got shot and all that shit. It was a little bit much but I’m good now,” I smirked and stood up.
“Well I’ve never been a serious girlfriend, while being pregnant and then getting shot,” she half joked and we laughed.
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