“You are gorgeous, Rocky, so gorgeous,” he whispers in my ear, each word has his lips coming closer to me. I could hear him just as well in this grand hotel club, but I can’t stop his lips from grazing my cheek and ear. But his fingers keep moving up my thigh, I finally push him away.
“Stop!” I'm shouting, though the reggaeton is loud. The sex in his eyes slowly simmers away as I start out of the club. I feel so stupid. No matter what Lorenzo does. Gives some random bitch his seed. God, how could he even be with her while I was so sick in the hospital! Getting a fucking blood transfusion. No matter what, I can't do this to him.
“Rocky wait.”
“Don't touch me. You’re foul for that shit man. Take me home now!” I punch his arm, Chuey doesn't react so I punch him again. When the rain starts coming down all extra hard, Chuey grabs my hand and we run through the warm, wet torrents to his rented Maserati.
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Can I make even more of a mistake tonight? Chuey had said it would look suspicious if we came home wet. So we ended up at an apartment in the town. A huge studio that wouldn't appear to be owned by somebody like Chuey. Not with all the designer art on the wall. The damn place is laced better than the old loft I had in Italy with Raphael. But it's a man’s home with lots of dark art. Still, this crib that he has, and how we talked so openly at the fashion show has me wondering just who this muthafucka is.
Chuey disappears down a long hall and comes back with a thick blue Ralph Lauren towel.
“Where is the bathroom?” I ask, snatching the ultra-soft towel from him.
Chuey smiles in a way, telling me that he's enjoying himself no matter how angry I am. Looking down, I notice that my silk dress is completely see through. As if I hadn’t gone cray cray by being butt naked in front of Chuey before, I rush toward the hallway, opening door after door since Chuey is silently enjoying every part of my body that he can see.
“I don't want you, Chuey,” I reply finally, opening the bathroom door.
“A’ight mommi,” he replies in a voice of high hopes.
Inside I sigh and sit on the closed-lid toilet. All I want is for Lorenzo to want only me...
Chapter 48
LORENZO.
At the entrance of my house, I sat on the very same chair Rocky did when waiting for her apple juice that one night a while back. From 9:45, I waited for Rockwell. As every second passed I was pissed the fuck off. It wasn't till my family retuned around 11 pm and Moms put me in a different mindset. Had me worrying and wondering if anything had happened to Rocky.
Then I had my crew and Santiago's mashing out on the streets.
All night long I’m out looking for my girl and even took a trip to my old hood. Since it was dark, me and twenty of my goons, popped off a couple rounds. Men, women, and children started coming out of their apartments.
“Lemme talk to y’all real quick,” I had said, with a shotgun in my hands. Me and my crew checked everybody’s homes. Then I get a call from Lakitha that Rockwell just got in. I’m driving up the winding streets and at the crib in record timing. Soon as I set eyes on the most beautiful girl I know, I make sure she doesn’t have any bruises and hasn’t been touched… But lil mama doesn’t even address me as she and Lakitha talk in the living room.
“I stayed at a hotel last night.” Rockwell is telling her.
“You didn't think to answer the muthafuckin’ phone?” I must be a damn fly because she looks straight through me like the first time we met.
“How were my babies?” she asks, my sister.
Lakitha looks back and forth at the both of us, then replies, “They slept through the night, but Lisa has a little stuffy nose and I gave her some Vicks vap–”
“Which hotel?” I cut my sister off
“Did they have their formula yet?” Rocky asks, going to get Lila and I step in front of her. She rolls her neck, “Excuse you!”
“I said which hotel?”
“C'mon dude. You had a nice break last night I'm sure. Why can't I?”
“Which muthafuckin’ hotel, girl?” I lean in, scaring her a bit.
“As I said, last night I needed a break. I'm sure you enjoy one every time you step out the house.”
“See you gon’ make me go off–”
“As a matter fact, where were you last night?” Rockwell smirks.
“C’mon guys,” Lakitha tries. “It’s too early.”
“I went to the strip club where the bitches don't talk back and bust it wide open without acting scary!” I watch Rockwell’s face turn red, knowing she is pissed. Even though it’s a lie. Janyca and a few of my crew went over a new international deal and everything was strictly business. But, I’m fucking tired of Rocky’s tripping.
“Oh good.” She claps her hands. “Did you get a lil’ fellatio? Oh no, fuck head! Maybe you were working on another baby? Lorenzo the fifth, I’m sure there are more of your little bastards running around.”
I snatch Rocky’s ass up, and look her dead in the eye. “With a fucking stripper? Okay, Rocky use your brain.”
“Out my face with that Lorenzo!” she says, dangling away and trying to get down.
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Chapter 49
TOI.
My heart is pumping through my ears. I can't believe I gave Nino my address. Lorenzo would kill us both. My brah thinks he somebody damn daddy! Grew up that way. Loved it before because I was protected. Now I need to breathe.
I'm standing at the balcony of my bedroom in one of Rocky’s lingerie. Like hell would I have Santi buy me some. I'm sure Santi has no problem dropping money on it, but the muthafucka likes to approve of everything he purchases. I readjusted the straps of the magenta teddy since my boobies are smaller than Rocky’s.
“Sup, mommi?” Nino says as he climbs from the post over to the balcony ledge. “Wooow...”
I try to help him as his boot slips.
“I got this,” Nino replies in a smooth, slow tone and readjusts the blunt in his mouth as he finally climbs over. “Look at you,” he says finally taking a puff. His dark eyes roam all over my body, making me blush. “Antoinetta, you ready for me? Mommi, you finna let me sample that?”
“Um well...” I'm not a virgin but usually a nigga puts in work before tryna get the goodies. That's why I was so sad over my ex’s death. He always tried the hardest. Nino hasn’t even said anything sexy yet…
“Why you so different than them rich, sadity bitches?” he asks.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
He steps into my room. “When I first saw you with that muthafucka Santi, I knew you'd be a stuck up bitch.”
“Well I ain't!”
“Chill mommi. Damn, all I'm tryna say…” This nigga is too damn faded. At first what I thought was sexy with him talking slow and smooth, just doesn’t appeal.
Biting my lip, I sigh and say, “I think this ain’t…”
“Come here,” he says. “Stop all that pouting. I don't fuck with no pouting bitches.”
“Well, I’m not a bitch, and like I’m saying, maybe this ain’t gon’ work.” I start back toward the balcony, but Nino plops down on my bed.
He chuckles softly. As if I'm not walking fast enough toward the balcony, Nino gets up, his hand goes behind my neck. His nails dig deep as he pulls me closer.
“Stop–”
“What you gonna do? Besides piss of ya brah?”
“You know my brother?” My eyes widen.
“Yeah, ma. Stop acting up. You know I don’t live in this area. Shit, it took a cool minute for me to roll through.” The anger in those dark eyes leaves as Nino says, “I just wanna love you.”
“Love me?” My eyes widen at that bold face lie. Since his hand moves, I decide to let that go. I need to get this idiot out of here real quick. But then he looks me in the eye and nods.
“Yeah Toi. You that type of bitch that needs to be loved.” Nino’s hand goes to my cheek. “Me and you been chilling, chatting it up for a while, I really like you. Damn, girl, maybe I love you
.”
Since he’s rather short, 5’ 6", it's easy for us to see eye to eye, and I’m feeling his words. A genuine smile spreads across my face for the first time since being in Colombia. I no longer feel the pain of when his fingernails dug into the back of my neck minutes ago.
Nino takes another puff of his blunt and adds, “Mommi, I’ma lace you down.”
“Yeah?” My eyes sparkle with curiosity.
He pulls a gold necklace from his army fatigue pocket. “You like that? You gon’ let papi lace you down?”
“Yeah.” I smile as he comes behind me. He's so warm and smells so good as he puts the necklace on me.
“Now papi ain't lacing you down for nothing. You on lockdown. You mine.”
I nod. My body melts as he kisses me, loving how Nino claims me.
“You mine.” His hand grips my chin, fingers digging in. I seen Lorenzo and Rocky fucking once. I wasn't tryna be a creep. But I will admit it was so hard. Like the nigga was tryna break the pussy or something. I've been waiting for a hard nigga. So I smile through the pain.
Nino kisses me. Bites my lip. He gets my mouth a little too wet but that's okay when his trail of slobbery kisses jumps to my neck. He sucks and bites. That shit hurts till my pussy does a bebop as his other hand starts to sneak into my panties. He grips my panties, and roughly pulls me closer, “You belong to me?”
“Yeah,” I grin, beginning to feel stupid for that being the only word I’m capable of in front of this sexy ass man.
“Now get on them knees girl.”
“Okay...” I get down as he sits at the edge of my bed. I remember being at Hoover High telling these buzzards that I wasn't sucking no dick. That was for ugly, bald eagle bitches like them. Well, now things have changed, I have me a man that loves me. With the full moon behind me, I get to work. Nino doesn’t have the biggest dick in the world, maybe 5 or 6 inches but it’s on the chunky side. For such a thick muscled man, I was expecting more to work with, but I’m new to the game.
After about 10 minutes, Nino says, “Open up wider.”
My jaw has started to hurt and the plush carpet is digging into my knees.
“Wider…”
Damn, does Nino think this is the dentist? I look up at him with a slight smile, like ‘nigga, I’m trying!’
“It's okay, mommi. We gon’ teach you. Now let me see how right the pussy is.” He grabs my armpits and yanks me up. Before I can even get prepared–wasn't hardly wet yet, Nino pushes my thong to the side. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he slams me down onto his dick. He grabs my hips and pumps at it.
“Kinda tight.”
“You kinda small.” Ooops.
His fingers go around my neck. Those hard hickeys that Nino has been giving me the past few weeks are stinging, and I can't breathe.
“Whatchu say?” Nino asks as he continues to pump my half dry vijayjay.
“I...I ca...can't brrrreathe.”
Nino laughs. I can feel the sting of him skeeting inside of me. He lets my throat go, with a grunt. When I scurry over to the other side of my queen-sized bed, Nino shakes his head and zips up his pants. “You a dramatic ass bitch, mommi.”
I glare at how funny he thinks this is.
“Dang, so now you don’t want to talk as many hours as we spent talking and shit, for real? Come here, ma. Quit playing,” he climbs over. I squirm my hips away from his grip, with my insides feeling uncomfortable at how his tiny dick had just poked at me.
He points his blunt at me, “Work those pussy muscles, girl, for the next time I come through. Oh and work on that head game. Get you a cucumber or something, watch a YouTube video because that dome wasn’t worth climbing up to your room.”
Why am I so shocked right now? Beyond speechless, I vow to never see this man again. But the muthafucka won’t even take back his raggedy ass gold necklace.
Chapter 50
ROCKWELL
A few days later, I'm coming down from my anger as I finally remember that I haven't had sex for two months. Lorenzo and I were finna get shit popping right before the fire in Hoover. Now everything is all fucked up.
After forcing Junior and Phillip to take showers since they spent all day n the indoor basketball court, Lakitha and I tag teamed the twins before putting them to bed.
Showered and just in panties and bra, I sit on the chaise in my room, knowing Lorenzo has been in one of the guest bedrooms downstairs. Super late every night the nigga comes up stairs and jiggles the door handle, and I text him to keep it pushing. Then after a while I go check on that nigga and make sure he's sleep.
Drake and Beyoncé song, ‘Mine” keeps weaving through my mind. How Beyoncé keeps saying, ‘we’re taking it a little too far…’ I feel so connected to that right now. It all just makes me wanna cry and run to my man, but I’m pissed.
“Rocky!” Somebody knocks on my door.
“What!” I shout.
“It’s LaLa,” Lakitha replies.
Grumbling, I get up and unlock the door.
“C'mon Rocky, you and Lorenzo are acting like babies.”
“So?”
“Don’t you want to be civilized with the man you chose to have children with? Falling in love with your best friend is a dream, at least I would think, because you have someone that knows you.” Lakitha pulls the chair from the vanity table and sits, ready to dig in with the words of wisdom. “I can remember when y'all were younger. You would go straight to my mom and tell her to whoop on Lorenzo when he wasn’t acting right. Or you’d have Lorenzo tryna whoop on some nigga for treating you wrong. So why y’all can’t get it together?”
I shrug, trying not to smile about the past.
“Go talk to him,” she adds.
“Okay.” I start going through the closet for something cute to wear, but Lakitha keeps hounding me. I slip on a cute jean mini skirt. It's not till I sit down to do my makeup that I notice Lakitha is really trying to rush me. Sighing with irritation, I pull an Armani t-shirt on. When we get downstairs, I know why LaLa was in my ear so tough. So I stand there looking at Lakitha and at the foolishness in front of me. She’s guilty as sin. I almost have to shout over the music just for her to hear my words, “This what you were rushing me for? I shoulda got down here before the function began?”
While niggas and bitches alike are enjoying themselves partying, I go to the sound system and cut the music off.
Somebody speaks, wanting me to turn the music back up. Rolling my eyes, I say whatever, “My head hurts. It’s too late for partying in a house full of kids.” I add, even though we couldn’t even hear this blaring music up the stairs in this big mansion.
Lorenzo glares at me saying, “Aye Rocky, lemme holla at you real quick.”
“Um hmmm,” I don’t even wait, but start walking out the room seeing Lakitha shake her head from the corner of my eyes.
The music comes back on even louder than before. Lorenzo is posted at the system, waiting for me to bust a move. Standing at the arched entryway, I growl, “You are a disrespectful ass nigga, Lorenzo! Got them hoes up in our house, grinding on you.”
“First, wasn't nobody getting no action. Second, your legs have been on lock–”
“Whateva, this ain't even my home. Fuck it. It's yours, I'm leaving. Me and my children are.” I start walking back to the hallway, and knock a vase to the floor. “Enjoy your STDs bitches! Adios!” How the fuck he going to say my legs have been locked down in front of all these easy ass hoes, sitting here waiting for the dick? Even though the music is loud, the closest trick’s eyes widen with greed.
Before I can make it down the hall, Lorenzo snatches me up like I’m a kid with a tantrum.
“Put me down, dumbass so I can go home!”
He brings me to eye-level, barking, “You are already home! Every time you say that stupid shit–”
“Bet?” I roll my neck, hopping down from his arms. The music has been cut off again, I think it was Lakitha this time, but now I know everybody is listening.
“Keep it up with the attitude, Rocky. I will snap that little neck of yours. I'm so tired of you acting like you so good when you let that lame ass white cracker put a ring on it!”
“Shut up!” I shout as people start to crowd around the hallway from behind him.
“You let that fucking Italian claim Junior!”
Tears stream down my face. How could Lorenzo say these things, and in front of some muthafuckas that I don’t even know.
“That muthafucka put hands on you. I bet you ain’t ever buck up or disrespect the lame. But you ain’t ever respect me. You ain't satisfied because of my hustle? But that bitch was taking care of you with his mom’s money. I ain’t never touched you, but you tryna muthafuckin’ leave me?”
Lorenzo doesn’t see all the people since they’re behind him. I try to zone out their smirking faces as I reply, “First of all, I don’t–now or ever– need any dude to take care of me. So miss me with that shit. Like I need you!” These bitches just heard it all. Lorenzo makes me sound like the foul one. “Yes, I’m out!”
“Okay,” Lorenzo nods. He starts calling the hoes and telling them to follow him. “So you can toss your clothes down, put shit in luggage and leave. Fuck that, what size y’all bitches wear. Rockwell is six and a half in shoe and four in clothes.”
I stand there, stunned as he goes up stairs. Less than a minute later, clothing with tags, barely worn are raining down, this nigga is tossing down all my shit!
“This will look good against that ass, ma.” He throws one stretchy skirt at one and a blouse at some trick with big boobies.
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