“Oh, shit. She’s a pistol, isn’t she? She’s already got you up in arms, huh? She got you all pissed off and beating your chest all ‘me Alpha’ and ‘you better listen to me’.” She started laughing. “And you probably deserve every bit of her attitude too.”
I headed toward the door. “Goodbye, Georgia.”
“You know that shit doesn’t work on some females, right? Hell, especially black women,” she added.
I stopped walking, and for a split second, I regretted my visit.
Then I heard more laughter behind me. “Oh my goodness!” Georgia said through her giggles. “She’s black, isn’t she? That’s really why you came over here, isn’t it? Did you want some advice on how to handle us? Is that it?” She stood and started walking towards me, and I swear I couldn’t get to the fucking door fast enough.
“Can I meet her?” she asked.
“Not if you keep acting like this, no,” I said back to her, confirming everything she’d just said.
I turned around and faced her. She was smiling from ear to ear, happy as shit. “Aww, come on, Angel. Don’t be like that.”
I reached for my nephew, kissed his forehead and gave him back to her.
“Listen to me; make sure you keep your distance from Eddie, do you understand me?” I kept my voice even and stern, hoping like hell that I’d get her off that other topic.
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t try to change the subject-”
“No, Georgia, I’m serious. Don’t go anywhere with that son of a bitch. I don’t want you to be alone with him at all, do you understand? I don’t trust him, and you know Drake doesn’t either.”
She frowned slightly. However, she didn’t fight me on it. She just simply nodded her reply. If it wasn’t enough that I was insisting with stern sincerity, I’d brought my point home when I used Lincoln’s first name to let her know how serious I was.
“There will never be a reason to go anywhere with him or be anywhere around him without someone from the family present,” I told her. “I, nor my father, my mother or Mama Bella would ever send Eddie for you, and I would never tell him to call you, understand? No one will ever send Eddie for you.”
She nodded frantically, and I could tell I had freaked her out. Georgia was a lot tougher than she looked. She’d been through hell and back. However, she always kept a smile on her face. It was one of the things that I loved about her.
“Okay,” she replied softly to me, letting me know that she understood completely.
“And stop trying to cook without supervision.”
She sucked her teeth and tucked the baby to her waist. “I just wanted to put this pizza in the oven that he made. I didn’t know that there was a pan in the oven when I turned it on. I started smelling something burning, and I pulled out the pan and placed it on top of the stove.”
That didn’t explain about the fire, until she then added, “I didn’t know the eye on top of the stove was still on, and I think the towel was close to the grease in the pan…”
“Ah… Yeah, well, stay away from the stove,” I reiterated and opened the front door.
“I’ll tell him you stopped by,” she said to me.
I turned and looked at her just before I closed the door behind me. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Drake
I walked into my quiet apartment and knew instantly that something wasn’t right. I looked over at the oven first, and saw that it was clean. Everything was in its place except, the fire extinguisher.
“Shit.”
I’d made a fucking pizza for her. All she had to do was set the timer on the oven and stick the damn thing inside.
I moved quickly and checked the oven. I turned on the eyes and the oven itself, just to make sure everything was still working properly. The chemicals from the extinguisher were hell to clean up, especially if you didn’t do it right. I had showed her how to set the timer, and she’d done it multiple times, so there shouldn’t have been a problem. There was one, however. I could smell the smoke in the air.
“I never used it.”
I turned quickly to see Georgia standing behind me. She placed the baby monitor down on the counter and looked at me.
I was still pissed from earlier, but when I saw her face and what she had on, all was forgiven. I moved quickly to her, putting my hand in her hair. I put my other hand around her waist and down to her beautiful ass. Then I kissed her. As always, she gripped my ears and kissed me with the same amount of need and desire that I possessed.
Though I hadn’t been gone that long, I missed the shit out of this woman.
I needed to feel her. I needed to be inside of her now. I picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me. I moved us to the closest place that was sturdy enough to take what I was about to dish out. I had driven around for hours just to clear my head. This shit with Georgia had practically pushed me over the edge. I ended up stopping at Penn’s Landing. I didn’t get out of the car, though. I lit my cigar, pushed my seat back, and sat there, thinking about what Georgia and I fought about: Angel.
I hadn’t spoken to her about any of the shit that went down in Miami. She knew that topic was off limits, but that day she had claimed that she was fed up.
“You two need to stop this bullshit and kiss and makeup! I’m tired of this, of you moping around,” she had told me.
Well, as you can imagine, that shit set me off. I went off, telling her to mind her fucking business and to worry about our son… shit like that. I’d probably said more to her. However, I couldn’t remember. My temper was in rare form those days. I’d been more of a bastard than normal and everyone was feeling it, including Georgia.
So this was my way of apologizing: fucking the shit out of my woman.
We made it to the couch and I gently laid her down, with me on top of her. She was only in a tank top and underwear, so I didn’t have much to get rid of.
I yanked one of the thin straps down until it revealed her nipple and instantly brought my eager mouth to it. I wasn’t gentle. I wanted her to know what this was.
She didn’t say a word. She gripped the back of my head, moved her legs around my waist and started circling her hips.
She whispered in my ear, “Baby, yes, right there.” She then moaned softly and kissed my forehead.
Fuck, I love this woman!
I fumbled with my belt buckle and pants in order to free myself. Then I moved her panties to the side and plunged into her pussy.
“Ohhhh, Drake,” she drawled out as she arched into me.
That’s when I remembered that she wanted me to take it easy on her. I’d been going hard on her recently, fucking her relentlessly and demandingly, more than usual I will add, which she didn’t deserve.
“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” I brought my hand underneath her neck and moved her face close to mine.
She smiled at me. “Don’t be, baby. Just fuck me. I can take it.”
I didn’t fuck her like I wanted; at least not yet. I started moving my hips slowly while I kept my eyes on her. I got as close to her as I could, despite still having my jeans on. She tried to push them down, along with my underwear, with her feet; a move that brought me deeper inside her.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, keep doing that shit.” I pulled her thigh further up my waist and pounded into her harder, faster.
“Drake… Oh, baby….”
“I fucking love you, baby. Do you hear me? I fucking love you.”
I said some other shit that I’m not repeating, but I knew Georgia needed it. She needed to hear how I felt about her. I felt her tightening and creaming all on my dick and underwear, which told me that she definitely loved what I was telling her.
As I brought her through an intense and much needed orgasm, she cried out my name so loud that I could have sworn that she was going to wake up Junior.
“I’m far from being done with you,” I told her as I pulled out and stood. I stepped out of my boots and jeans, reached for her hand and pull
ed her up.
“Fuck, you are so sexy, baby,” I said to her, and she was. She was disheveled as shit, hair smashed from being pushed forcefully into the couch. She even had one boob hanging out of her tank top. Yet, the hungry look in her eyes for me made her the sexiest woman I had ever seen.
I quickly guided us upstairs to our room, got naked and sated myself deeply into her until I satisfied us both. I didn’t even know that I had fallen asleep until I was opening my eyes from the quick nap. Georgia was lying on top of me, watching me.
“What?” I asked her.
“I love you.”
I caressed her face lightly with my finger, moving her hair back from her face. “I know you do.”
“I just hate seeing you this way.”
“Baby, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
“Please, Drake, you’re far from fine. You’ve been more of an asshole than normal to a lot of people. Your patience is shorter than normal, and you’re more volatile than ever. You practically made that bag boy at the grocery store the other day piss his pants for not double bagging.”
I frowned. “It’s bag boy 101, baby. You don’t need a degree to know that if you’re filling the bag with heavy shit, double bag it.”
“I’m just saying.”
I could feel my temper rising again, so I tried to shift from underneath her, but Georgia decided that she wasn’t going anywhere. She straddled me and sat up.
“Drake…”
I sat up with her on top of me, saying, “Georgia, let the shit go. I’ll handle this with my family when I’m good and fucking ready, and right now I’m not ready.”
Georgia kept her eyes on me, studying me, and I let her. I wanted her to see that this topic of my family, of Angel, wasn’t up for discussion. As I said, I was going to handle this shit in my own time when I was good and fucking ready.
Right now, I still wanted to murder Eddie and anyone that got in my way, that included my cousin and my uncle.
Georgia, at that moment, reminded me of why I loved her so much, why she was made for me. She kept her eyes focused on mine and slowly started grinding her hips on me. She gripped my ears and licked her lips.
She slid her hand down my chest slowly, then wrapped her hand around my dick and started working me. “You are so fucking hot when you’re beating your chest like you’re the boss...”
I didn’t move. Shit, I couldn’t if wanted to. She had me. Her tits were moving up and down as she grounded on my legs. I felt her heat, felt her getting wet as she continued to stroke me. It didn’t take much for her to get me hard. She fucked me up when she backed up from me and brought her face to my lap.
“…like you’re in charge,” she whispered to me, then put me slowly in her mouth.
My head fell back as soon as her lips touched me, and I felt I was about to lose control.
Her tongue stroked me, paying close attention to my sensitive head, up and down just the way I loved. After thoroughly teasing me, she covered me with her sweet, beautiful mouth.
Damn, she feels good!
I brought my hands to her hair, but she pushed my hands away.
“Georgia, let me touch you,” I croaked, my voice strained with a need to feel her as she pleasured me with the best head I had since…. shit, yesterday.
Damn, I sound like a bitch.
She pulled me out of her mouth and kept stroking me as said, “You don’t run shit, Drake.”
She moved faster, and I could feel my balls getting tight. She went back down into a frenzy, and I couldn’t do shit about it.
“Slow down, baby. Let me…”
But she wasn’t listening. She worked her lips, tongue, and hand until I was about to explode, then she stopped and rolled out of bed.
“What the fuck, Georgia?!”
She frowned. “You’ll settle this shit with Angel sooner rather than later before it’s too late.” She then fucked me by walking away, leaving me hard as a fucking boulder, horny as hell.
“Georgia!” I yelled.
However, she kept walking into the bathroom.
Fuck that, I was no pussy. I got up and went after my pussy.
“You’re gonna pay for that shit!”
She squealed trying to close the bathroom door on me. That all changed once I forced my way inside, grabbed her and cornered her in the shower. I made her pay over and over again.
She’s going to be the death of me, I know it, but I love this fucking woman!
Chapter Nine
Angel
This is bullshit!
I took the bottle of Scotch, brought it to my lips slowly and felt the burn as it traveled down my throat. I wanted it to soothe the shit that was swimming around in my head. Regrettably, it didn’t. Instead, it made things worse.
First, my brother and his shit needed to be addressed.
I had found out a few disturbing things about my brother. I knew he was capable of using people; he was manipulative like that. The lengths he went to in order to take what didn’t belong to him were astounding. I’d had to remind numerous people who was in charge, and it was starting to get to me. Pops never had to do shit like that. His brothers just knew the pecking order. My brother, however, didn’t seem to understand who the real leader of our family was.
What’s fucked up about all of this was one of us was going to lose our lives in the end. My mother was going to lose a son. My father was going to be pissed. It was going to look as if he had no control of his family. More people were going to come forward and test the waters. They would want to see if they could finally penetrate our ass and fuck us without lubrication. This was what Eddie was doing to the family, and he didn’t see or understand what his actions were doing. Hell, my father didn’t see it either. It started with his poor decision in Miami, and it had now spiraled out of control. I needed to end this. I needed to do it quick, swift and without prejudice. Again, that was my problem. Pops wasn’t going to let me do this my way. However, if he didn’t let me handle this, shit was going to get bloody.
I needed to figure out a way to stifle my brother. I needed my mind clear so that I could focus on family shit. However, I hadn’t been able to do that for days. No, my fucking mind had been on her.
And now on to her…
I had told her to come to my house when we had talked last. However, that didn’t happen. No, instead, she decided to hide from me, which happened to add to my fury.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall on the back of the couch as a sigh freely escaped my lips.
Not yet, Darkness. Not yet.
Okay, I had acquiesced to the possibility of Georgia being correct when she told me that going all ‘caveman’ on Raquel wasn’t going to work. The problem was that I didn’t know how else to be. I never had a problem with getting what I wanted. Games were for fucking children. You could imagine how confused I was about Raquel’s hesitation the other day. It didn’t make sense. The connection we both felt for each other was deep. I felt it, and I know for a fact that so did she. However, she was playing hard to get. I didn’t do “hard to get,” and yet, here I sat trying my best not to stalk her.
I hadn’t seen her in a few days. I found out that she’d checked out of her hotel, and she’d quit her job working for her father. I learned that she had a huge argument with her father and brother, stormed out afterwards and no one had seen her since. The next day, on my security cameras, I watched Pops escorting Waters Sr. around my penthouse in Philly. I had no doubt that they were checking to see if Raquel was there. Therefore, I called her. She didn’t answer. I had my hounds looking for her, which washow I found out that she had checked out of her hotel. They couldn’t tell me where she’d gone at the time. They did at least confirm that she was in the city. I ended up calling in a few favors, and I had just learned her whereabouts ten minutes ago. However, my pride and ego would not let me go to her. I needed to keep my distance for her sake. This behavior wasn’t like me. I didn’t chase after women. Yet, I was allowing her di
sappearance to get to me. I was letting the darkness grow within to an intolerable state. If I did see her this very moment, shit wouldn’t go well for her.
I was letting her get the better of me. I should have just let her go.
I grunted to myself. There was no way in hell that I was ever letting her go, and I knew it.
Earlier, I came up with the plan to drink until the alcohol clouded my judgment. Once I was good and over the edge, I could blame my behavior on being inebriated when I destroyed this city to get to her. My eyes surveyed the contents of the bottle, and it was damn near empty. A smile suddenly creased my face. I knew once this bottle was empty, there was no telling what would happen.
I knew I needed a voice of reason to stop me from ripping this city apart. I needed someone that fucking knew what I was going through and could talk some sense into me. And, I could bet my left nut that you know who my voice of reason typically was.
Now, of course, eight times out of ten, I was the voice of reason for that insane fucker. There were times, though, where he had to talk me down. That’s the real reason why I went over to see him the other day. I needed to talk to him. I needed to get this shit done between us, fight if we had to, so we could end this beef.
I pulled away from the bottle after taking the majority of the content down.
No matter the diversions that had now entered my life, I still went back to what happened in Miami. If shit had gone the way that it should have, I wouldn’t have been in this mess. But what I couldn’t do was erase what happened in Miami. It made no difference that I beat the shit out of Eddie when I sent Lincoln after Georgia. Or that I held my gun to his head, trigger finger itching with the urge to end that motherfucker’s life. The bottom line was that when it came down to me picking sides, to Lincoln, I had chosen wrong. Bottom line, loyalty was everything and betrayal was a hard pill to swallow. Bottom line, yeah, I had fucked up.
I let Pops’ twisted thoughts and explanations on why I shouldn’t kill Eddie prevent me from doing what I knew in my gut was right. The piece of shit deserved to die, as far as I was concerned. He was going to kill Lincoln, me, and possibly my father. However, Pops didn’t see Eddie the way that I did. He didn’t see him as a worthless motherfucker whose life was forfeited. He swore he merely saw a son that lost his way. He wanted to handle this in-house and his way. However, rewarding him with control in our family business wasn’t what I called punishment.
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