by Jade Jones
I’m in love with coco…
I got it for the low, low…
The bass from the speakers had the whole place booming. As usual, the dope boys had Club XTC on lock. Some of the baddest bitches on earth strutted past in nothing but their metallic thongs.
One stopped to ask Romeo if he wanted a dance. She’d been trying to fuck the kid since he employed her. “Nah, I’ma get a drink or two in my system first. Then I might holla at’chu,” he told her.
Serenity gave him a sexy gap-toothed smile and walked off. Romeo watched as her ass jiggled. Her shit was big enough to serve supper on. Instead of entertaining the chicks like he always did, Romeo joined a few of his boys at the bar.
“Let me get a Bud and a double shot of Henny,” he ordered.
Flashbacks of Desmond shooting Omar came to mind. In his opinion, his homeboy had overreacted but you couldn’t tell Dez shit. Suddenly, getting out of the game for good didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Either I’m getting too old for this shit. Or this shit’s getting too old for me.
Romeo had just taken a swig of his beer when he noticed a familiar voice nearby. The deep, raspy, arrogant tone was too hard to miss. Hell, to that day it still haunted his dreams.
“Man, like I said. Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with the Hawks this year,” Kaniel bragged.
The beer bottle accidentally slipped from Romeo’s fingers after he noticed the bottom gold and diamond grill. He was the same mothafucka that had kidnapped Shayla. And judging from the way he was kicked back lounging, he had no idea he’d just walked into the enemy’s lair.
Romeo’s jaw hardened when he noticed the bitch, Mona with him. She was the same chick Desmond had kicked out their VIP back at Compound. He had something for that hoe too. All of a sudden, things were finally becoming clear. Shayla’s kidnapping was no random act. He’d been set up.
Romeo spit out the bitter taste in his mouth before grabbing his tool. A part of himself pleaded to let the shit go, but the other side couldn’t. The motherfuckers had disrespected him in the worst way imaginable.
As soon as they saw their leader pull out his heat, the boys followed suit. If one squeezed, they all squeezed.
Romeo shoved an innocent bystander out his way as he approached Kaniel. His brother Kevin and their friend Lamar were faithfully by his side. Romeo peeped the straps on their hips, but he didn’t give a fuck. He made a mental note to himself to fire the door men.
Romeo quickly cocked his gun when he was less than a foot away. Apparently, one of his dancers became alarmed because she broke out screaming. That immediately alerted Kaniel and his crew. They reached for their guns in defense—but Romeo was much faster on the drawer.
“Fuck nigga!”
POP!
POP!
POP!
Several bullets tore through Kevin’s torso, killing him instantly. Kaniel took the hoe route when he snatched Mona in front of him for protection. Sadly, she took one to the dome after Romeo’s boys let off a few rounds.
Frantic screams rang out while people stampeded towards the entrance.
POP!
POP!
Kaniel fired back as he dipped and maneuvered through the crowd. His shots hit nothing but the wall. Lamar was hot on his heels, and together the two disappeared into the mass of people.
“Get dem mufuckas!” Romeo shouted to his men.
There was no way in hell he could let them niggas breathe another day after what they did to Shayla. If they were still walking earth then they’d definitely try him up again. Romeo couldn’t have that shit. However, he wasn’t surprised that Kaniel and Lamar were gone by the time he got outside.
“Fuck!” he yelled in frustration. It was cool though. He knew without a doubt that he’d run into them again.
***
After changing into clean clothes, Desmond treated Kimberlyn to a candlelit dinner on the rooftop. Once they were filled with wine and a 5-star seafood cuisine, they rode in a horse carriage together through downtown Atlanta. The experience was a romantic and memorable one. Desmond always did know how to treat a woman.
“How ya finances?” he suddenly asked. They were passing Centennial Park when he popped the unexpected question.
“What do you mean?” Kimberlyn asked, feeling slightly awkward. She hated for a nigga to think she needed anything. She was a prideful woman, and always had been.
“I mean, is ya pockets straight? I know shit’s been tough since ya aunt passed…I just want you to know you ain’t alone,” he said. “If it’s anything you need, you know I got you. No questions asked.”
Kimberlyn leaned her head on Desmond’s shoulder. “I know you do.”
Taking her hand in his, Desmond gently rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. “You need to let ya boy move you up out dat crib. Real shit, I really don’t even feel safe with you stayin’ there alone after everything happened.”
Desmond wouldn’t tell her, but he had even put someone on watch just to make sure shit was straight. Knowing that Cool was still somewhere out there didn’t sit well with him. I’d rather be safe than sorry.
“Desmond, I can’t have you do that—”
“I’m ya man. It’s my job to take care of you.” Desmond meant every word of that shit. He’d catch another body easy if that meant to protecting Kimberlyn. He loved her that much.
“Okay,” she simply said, finally giving in. Kim knew he wouldn’t let up unless she agreed. Besides, a fresh start wouldn’t hurt. Considering everything that had taken place, it was well overdue.
“Cool then. It’s settled. I’ll give my real estate agent a call and we’ll start looking at some properties next week.”
After their horse carriage ride, Desmond drove them back to his Mediterranean style mansion. Prior to arriving, he’d made a phone call to have the place set up for when he returned. Kimberlyn’s mouth nearly hit the floor when she walked in and saw rose petals sprinkled throughout on the marble floors. Lavender scented candles flickered off the massive walls, and the house looked like something out of a fairytale. Since their night had gone so well, Desmond figured what better way to end a date.
“What’s this?” Kimberlyn asked, grinning ear to ear. “I know you ain’t do all this for lil’ ole’ me…”
Desmond shrugged casually before firing up. “You know me. Anything to see a smile,” he said.
Is you ready…Is you ready baby?
You seem ready…You seem ready baby?
Girl tonight I won't be selfish…
It is all for you…
PartyNextDoor’s “Wus Good” played softly through the home’s built-in speakers. The mood was set just right, and Kimberlyn could no longer hide her infatuation.
Sashaying over towards Desmond, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Keep playing your cards right, you’re bound to see more.”
Desmond licked his thick lips, and grinned. Kim already had his dick on swoll, but he was a man who believed in patience. “Well in that case, meet me in the bedroom. I’ve got a surprise in there for you.”
Kimberlyn tried to hide her excitement as she started towards his room. Meanwhile, Desmond went to the kitchen to grab some wine.
Kimberlyn’s Jimmy Choo heels melted into the Persian carpet beneath her feet. The fire from candles neatly lined up, flickered off the walls. Rose petals were sprinkled throughout, creating a trail that led to Desmond’s massive bed. Laid on top of it were a Christian Louboutin shoe box and a skimpy black lace bra and panties set.
A mischievous smile played in the corner of Kim’s lips. She already knew what time it was. Taking her time, she slowly slid out of her clothing and shoes.
When Desmond finally walked in the room with two champagne flutes, Kimberlyn was stretched out across his bed. She looked delectable in her black pumps and lingerie. The ruby red MAC on Kim’s lips made her appear exotic and sultry.
Good, lovin, feel so, numb…
Ride me, till I'm, 'bout to, cum…
PartyNex
tDoor continued to croon in the distance as Desmond slowly walked inside. He downed his beverage before placing hers down. Unbuttoning his dress shirt, he approached the bed. She found the faint scar on his mid-section to be a turn on. Desmond was such a fucking thug that it drove her crazy.
Kimberlyn beckoned him to come closer with her index finger. She looked like a morsel on the plush California king size bed. The mattress squeaked beneath Desmond’s weight as he joined her.
Easing between her legs, he kissed Kimberlyn passionately. “You know I’d never do you like that nigga, right?”
“I believe you,” she admitted. “I don’t know why…but I do…”
Desmond gradually slid her panties down her legs, and lowered himself to her waist. “Nah, you know why,” he told her. “’Cuz you fuckin’ with a real one now.”
Kimberlyn gasped and bit her bottom lip when he licked on her button. Shivers ran throughout her body before settling in the tips of her toes. Groaning like a parched wild animal, Desmond savored on the sweetness between her thighs. His tongue even tickled her asshole a few times. Desmond had always been a freak.
Kimberlyn arched her back in delight as she grabbed handfuls of the silk sheets. “Damn, Dez. I need to feel you,” she moaned. “I missed the dick…”
Wiping his moist mouth, he wasted no time as he climbed on top. Desmond practically ripped Kimberlyn’s bra off before squeezing her breasts gently. Drunk off wine and insatiable lust, he was definitely on one that evening. Luckily, Kim’s weakness was rough sex.
Desmond’s pants were barely off when he plunged deep inside her. He could no longer wait or contain himself.
“Unnhh,” she whimpered, taking all of him. It’d been so long since he filled her up that she’d actually forgotten how big he was. “Shit, Desmond. Don’t play with it. Fuck me,” she begged.
Grabbing a handful of her soft, wavy hair, Desmond pumped rhythmically. His stroke was so intense that it sent Kim’s eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her toes curled in ecstasy; Desmond knew just where to tap it—and when he found that spot he didn’t let up.
“How dat deep dick feel?” he whispered in her ear.
“Oh, God! It feels wonderful!” Kimberlyn exclaimed. Being with him that very moment, she didn’t know how she could stay away so long. Feeling herself on the brink of an explosion, she dug her fingernails into his back. Her legs tightened around his waist.
Desmond didn’t flinch in the slightest. He welcomed the pain. “I’ma always take care of you,” he said, continuing to put the stroke game on her. “I’ma always be there for you. You my fuckin’ bitch, K. Lemme hear you say dat shit ‘cuz lately I think you forget.”
“I’m yours, baby,” Kimberlyn moaned. As usual, good dick made her say anything. But this time, she meant those words.
18
Shayla brought her BMW to a slow halt in front of Romeo’s home. She’d wanted to surprise him with a visit and breakfast from West Egg Café. But instead, she was the one surprised when she pulled up.
Jealousy coursed through Shayla’s veins as she watched a pretty caramel-colored female walk out. The too-tight gray pants suit she wore instantly made Shayla envious. Her body even looked like she’d gotten a lot of surgical work done—but Romeo seemed to go for that type.
“I cannot believe this nigga,” she said. Switching her gears to park, she climbed out her car, just as Romeo’s floozie headed to hers.
I wonder if he brought her that car too. Shayla immediately took notice of the woman’s brand new 2015 Cadillac Escalade.
All of a sudden, Shayla’s insecurities got the best of her. Hopping out the car, she quickly let Romeo have it. “Really?! I cannot fucking believe you!” she screamed. “Every other day it’s a new one, but yet and still you want me to believe you love me?!”
Romeo’s longtime business associate, Maya shook her head in amusement. Although they fucked from time to time with no strings attached, she wasn’t trying to cuff. Romeo was cute and all, but he had way too much female drama in his life for her to deal with.
After everything that happened last night, he needed to release some pent up frustrations. It just wasn’t in the plan for Shayla to find out.
“It looks like you have some business to tend to,” Maya smiled, holding up her suitcase. Inside of it were several vacuum-sealed bags containing fifty pounds of marijuana. Since Maya and Romeo went back—and she traveled for her product—he put her work up and delivered personally. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Bitch, beat it!” Shayla spat. “It looks like ya’ll already handled business anyway. Isn’t that right, Romeo?” she asked, folding her arms.
Romeo slowly walked over to his girl. The angry expression on her face showed that she was two seconds from pouncing on someone. “Hol’ up. ‘Fore you fly off the deep end let a nigga explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain!” Shayla yelled. She shoved Romeo as hard as she could but it barely moved him. When that didn’t satisfy her, she hit his chest over and over again. She was just too through with him.
Romeo bench-pressed 250 lbs. on a regular, so her weak punches literally had no effect. If anything, her tantrum sort of turned him on.
Maya didn’t even bother sticking around for the finale. She had a flight in two hours. “Like I said, I’ll catch up with you later, Romeo.”
“Hoe, you really wanna try me?!” Shayla screamed, running after her. Before she could swing, Romeo grabbed her up from behind.
“I’m worth too much money to be tussling with your ass. Keep it classy, boo. Ciao,” Maya said before climbing in her ride. Easing out of Romeo’s driveway, she let the two love birds fight in peace.
“Get the fuck off me, Romeo! You’re a liar. And you’re full of shit,” Shayla snapped. “I want you to stay the hell away from me, like for real! I am done with you and your bullshit.”
“Come on now, Shayla.”
In silence, he watched her walk to her car and climb inside. Although he wanted to stop her and make things right, he couldn’t say he blamed her for overreacting. He’d left a bad taste in her mouth with all the bitches he kept around. And now he needed to gain her unfaltering trust back.
***
Romeo parked his car crookedly in front of Shayla’s home. The prideful side of him wanted to let her ass sulk; but he knew that would only further complicate things. Damn, this chick got me chasing after her ass. This ain’t even my steelo, he thought. However, love had a crazy way of making people do out-of-character things.
After hitting the door lock button, Romeo rushed towards the front door. He barely had a chance to knock before Shayla’s mother Tina swung it open.
“Um…hi ma’am. Is—uh—Shayla in there?” Romeo felt awkward being overly polite, especially since he knew mom dukes wasn’t feeling him.
Tina folded her arms across her chest while staring daggers. If looks could kill. “You’re not dealing with Shayla right now. You’re dealing with me,” she stated. “I don’t wanna keep seeing my daughter hurt. Now if you gon’ stay away, stay away. ‘Cuz the back and forth games,” she shook her head. “I’m not having it…and neither is Shayla.”
“Can I speak with her—”
“So what you need to do,” Tina said, cutting him off. “Is take some time and figure out what the hell you’re gonna do ‘cuz it’s obvious you still got a lot of growing up to do.”
Romeo looked offended by her statement. “Nah. Now hol’ up. You don’t know nothin’ about me—”
“That may be true,” she sassed. “But one thing I do know is I don’t like you and I don’t like your type.”
Romeo wasn’t expecting Tina to be so bold with her feelings. “No offense, ma’am but I’m dating your daughter. Not you. So quite frankly I don’t care how you feel about me.”
Tina looked mortified by his statement. “Well, you should!”
“Wait a minute. Wait a minute,” Shayla’s father, Arthur stepped up finally. “Arguing with each other
isn’t benefiting Shayla in any way. Isn’t all this about her?” he then turned to his wife. “And Tina the boy’s got a point. Their relationship has nothing to do with you. Besides, you’re tossing around a biased opinion when you don’t even know both sides of the story.”
Tina gasped in shock. “Arthur, you’re taking this…this hoodlum’s side over mine?”
“I’m not taking anyone’s side,” he said. “I’m only stating facts.”
Tossing her hands up in mock surrender, she walked off annoyed. “Fine! You deal with it! But when that thug breaks your daughter’s heart again, you’ll be the one to blame. Not me.”
Damn, mom dukes really don’t fuck with the kid, Romeo thought. Actually, he was surprised that Arthur had even come to his rescue. Usually, a daughter’s father was the toughest egg to crack. Apparently, real recognized real.
Arthur was a tall, stocky middle-aged man who looked eerily similar to Morgan Freeman. His hair was the color of sheep’s wool, and light freckles were splashed across his nose. Shayla had inherited his wide eyes.
Stepping outside, Arthur closed the door behind himself. They could hear Tina fussing in the distance. Usually, her husband sided with her on everything. She, too, was spoiled. Like mother like daughter.
Arthur cleaned his glasses with his wool sweater before putting them on. He seemed patient and fair, but stern nevertheless. “You’ll have to excuse my wife,” he said. “She tends to be opinionated at times.” Arthur looked at Romeo’s flashy jewelry and designer clothes. “But for good enough reason,” he added. “So I’m sure you understand that as Shayla’s mother she only has her daughter’s best interest at heart.”
Romeo was grateful they didn’t know about her kidnapping. That would definitely only add to their list of reasons to hate him. “I do understand…But…damn…,” Romeo said, shaking his head. A million thoughts ran through his mind. He’d never fallen in love with a woman before and he didn’t know quite how to act. Shayla had his head fucked up and his heart invested. She ain’t even got an idea of what she doing to a nigga, he thought.