“Yeah, but …” I can’t explain myself, but before I even have to, there’s crying from my twin’s room. So we head up there to feed them.
“I swear, if Blu was with any other nigga, I would have sworn the dude put hands on her. I woulda been up there tryna help her put his ass down, but Popeye ain’t like that. You shoulda been there, Blu started threatening Popeye’s life.”
When Rita mentions the banging and kicking Blu did to the door, I take a tense breath, remembering all of Chuey’s stunts. He seems to be escalating, bolder and bolder by the second. I was stupid for undressing at the pool, even felt like I was in a trance, wondering if I was good enough for Lorenzo. But these days, Chuey is taking it to the limit.
Granted, we first met when Lorenzo and I were feuding and I seen so much of his sexy body it’s a shame, but I put him straight in friend mode. Chuey had always reminded me of having a brother. Like all the dudes my Uncle Marcel once hired to keep me safe. All but my Lorenzo. Chuey is always one to joke and when we went to that hotel club, that shit was straight up crossing the line. But last night. I try not to even think about his kissing me again this morning as Rita says, “It took me, Lorenzo and Lakitha to force some Valium down her throat last night. I just woke up, and Blu is still sleeping off her craziness.”
God, what if they all saw Chuey climbing over my balcony last night?
After spending the morning with my children, I walk over to the pool house to go and kick it with my girl while my babies are sleep. Phillip and Lorenzo Junior are watching movies in the home theatre. Most importantly, Lorenzo's no good ass is gone, Popeye went with him.
Inside the bright yellow walled bedroom, I open up the windows to let in some of the sunshine and the paint pops. Blu makes a whining noise from her position all cuddled up in bed.
“Why were you over here getting active on Popeye last night?” I ask, opening up a window to let in the cool, salty breeze.
Blu rubs her face.
“Trick, get up,” I grab a silk pillow from the chair by the door and toss it at Blu. Since she doesn’t move, I reach over and take the pillow she’s been hugging on. “Now that’s how yo’ evil ass need to be treating your husband. You could be hugged all up on a good man, but nope, just some funky ass feathers.”
“Rockwell, be gone,” she mutters.
“Since we’ve been to Colombia we haven’t kicked it with each other much.”
“That’s because you always trying to take me shopping for clothes, and hair and nails and stupid shit.” Blu sits up. “Popeye gone?”
I pause, just to let this heifa’ simmer in the mess she’s made.
“Rocky, is my nigga gone?”
“Your nigga?” I fold my arms and look down at her. “Blu, what kinda nigga would want you, being so mean and evil?”
“He gone or what?”
“Girl, he’s wherever that no-good ass Renzo is.” I shake my head. “You know our problem?”
“Our problem?” She jumps up and goes into the adjoining bathroom to brush her teeth.
“Yup. Us girl,” I add.
“What is it?” Her reply is muffled from the doorway.
“We haven’t been to church in I don’t know how long.” I smile.
Blu comes to lean against the doorframe. “You know I wasn’t much for church, but we haven’t sang.” She kinda smiles.
“That’s right, my dear, we have not.” I pick up the remote control, and Blu quickly rinses her mouth out and picks up the DVD remote, while I flip through my iPhone Pandora radio app for gospel. We go from Kirk Franklin’s ‘Stomp’ from back when we were kids, to Mary Mary’s ‘I need Just a little More Jesus,’ and back again, singing off key till our throats get raw.
“Dang, I wonder if God is listening down, because you can’t sing, Blu,” I say as we fall back onto her bed.
“The hell I can’t! God enjoyed my singing. Trick, God is prolly laughing at you singing off key, because you think you sound cute.” Blu bumps shoulders with me, when I start to get up, she asks, “Where you going, Rocky?”
“To my room.”
“You finna lock yourself in?” Blu rolls her eyes. “See that’s why we ain’t been socializing because you wanna run and hide from Lorenzo when angry.”
“And you know it,” I put my shoes back on. “Lorenzo will be home soon. I need to go get Junior ready for bed, eat dinner. And lock myself in before your stupid ass brother starts jiggling on the door handle.”
Blu laughs with me. “Stay over here with me then. Get the kids, there’s enough room.”
“Nah, I don’t trust you.” I wave her off.
“You think I’ma let my brother in?” Blu says, but I’d swear this bitch was a twin with her brother from way back when how in sync they were.
“Did we not just get finished praising the Lord? Too soon to start lying.” I start for the kitchen door.
“Okay okay, look. I would let Lorenzo come in. But when you see him again, you’re going to forgive him on the spot. Just like you did when you were little, long as he was gone, you could hate on that nigga. But he is the fucking devil when y’all ain’t good. If y’all in love, that nigga human. So why the whole house got to suffer?”
“Pump your brakes, Blu. The whole house ain’t suffering because of me and Lorenzo. Did we not forget yo’ craziness last night?” I ask. “Blu, tell me why you so hard on Popeye these days?”
“Nothing,” Blu shrugs.
“Is it because he didn’t come save you? I heard how much he had been looking for you, night and day. Ain’t his fault he didn’t get to you first.”
“Rocky…” She begins, looking me in the eye. “It’s just that, I might be…”
“What, honey?” My stomach ties in knots, at how Blu is acting.
“Nothing.” Blu shrugs.
“Nah, Blu, girl you have me worried as fuck. Blu… What’s wrong,” I ask. She again says nothing.
“You sure?” I ask. Me and Blu have really just begun to work on our old friendship, but I know she’s keeping something from me. Typical ass Blu, she will wait till the last possible minute to tell you something, that’s if she tells you at all.
“Okay, my lovely Blu, lemme go check on these kids.” I sigh deeply while walking around the pool. I need to be there for Blu, but first I need to get Chuey to slow his roll.
Chapter 54
TOI.
“Uncle Santi...um I mean Tio...” I try to sound seductive and try to speak some words in Spanish. I don't know which he likes more.
“Yes.” He smiles those big, pearly white teeth as I stand in the middle of his home office.
“You wanted me to tell you when there was trouble at my house?” I ask, biting my lip.
“Um hmmm.” Santiago stares at my lips as if he isn’t even hearing a single word I’ve been saying.
“Lorenzo and Rocky been fighting.”
“Anything else?”
“Uh...” Does he sound satisfied? I want to go back into town. I’m supposed to see Nino today, and I want a new outfit. Nino had apologized for being cruel last week, so everything is good with me and my man. Now I need Santiago to get to the point. But I don’t know what Santi wants... “Uncle. Uh Tio.” I bite my lip. As he gets up from his leather chair and comes around the heavy wood table.
He stands before me. And it seems like forever, Santi just stares straight through me. Then his hand glides over my bangs, pushing them back behind my ears. It makes me so uncomfortable, nah, he's not doing anything wrong. I breathe his Gucci cologne in and try to remind myself that my uncle is not weird. And his hands. Why do they always seem to feel sticky against my skin? His fingers trace down my cheek.
“So much like your sister.”
“My sister? Which one? You know I have 3 of those right?” I chuckle, wishing his fingers would leave my chin so we can get me a new outfit for Nino, but his hands guide up my face. I'm not as tall as Santi. If this old ass muthafucka reaches down to kiss me, I'm telling Lorenzo. Fuck
tryna get back to the shopping district and kick it with Nino again. I’m going straight to my brother if Santiago gets any creepier, because he hasn’t taken me shopping in a cool minute anyway.
“I don't mean... I uh... Toi, I need a new suit and my tailor is on vacation this week. How about we go down the hill?”
“Hell to the yeah!”
Nino.
Before we leave I go into the bedroom that uncle put most of my clothes. I’ma sneak my items home one by one, just like Rockwell used to do. Her father, Thomas, had beef with her uncle Marcel. Yeah, m y uncle Santiago is just like her cool uncle Marcel. That’s what I tell myself while stepping into a Mui Mui dress, tryna remember how Rocky used to do. She still stays bad as fuck. But she used to be hood fly. Now she's more sadity. I'm feeling like that bitch while putting on some Lou 5-inch heels.
As I step downstairs, Chuey is coming in the double doors. I smile, “Cuzzo!”
“What the fuck you doing here?” he shouts.
Well dang, my neck almost snaps to see who he got an attitude with. Last I knew, me and Chuey was good.
Chuey grabs my arm and pulls me down the last step. I almost snap my ankle, still can’t work these shoes like Rocky does. “What's wrong? Primo, what did I do?” I ask, tears burn my eyes, since I’m wearing eyeliner and mascara.
“You need to go home,” he orders. Chuey finally looks at the streams down my cheeks and softly says, “You... Don't need to be… uh traveling by yourself.”
“But I’m not by myself, I came to see Tio–”
“Son,” Santi speaks so hard that I jump. I’m too afraid to move toward my uncle with Chuey’s grip on my shoulder.
“You come into my home and disrespect me? Manhandle your little cousin?” Santiago makes it sound like a catastrophe.
“The fuck you addressing me for?” Chuey says, finally looking at his father. When his hands let my shoulder’s go, I grimace at the pain.
He steps closer to his father, asking about a tape.
They have a heated quiet discussion, but it’s in Spanish so it doesn’t make a difference to me. I go and get into the back of Santi’s Rolls Royce. The difference between me and them, I don’t need to be in nobody else bidness.
Chapter 55
CHUEY
The second my eyes landed on Antoinetta, I went off. What the fuck was Toi’s young ass doing over here unattended? Nah, it ain’t the Colombiano way. Familia is everything, and we greet each other with un beso–a kiss, but I lit up on her. Santi ain’t the type of dude a little girl needs to be around, no matter how grown she thinks she is.
First of all, I don’t address him and he doesn’t address me. Came through to see my moms, Mayté this is the only mansion he gave her. So I was shocked that Toi was here with Santi. As Toi leaves, I ask Santi, “Have you lost your muthafuckin’ mind?”
Santiago laughs. He fixed the handkerchief in his suit pocket and starts outside like I ain’t shit. I’ve been getting this treatment all my life, but today, I’m not going to give up, this muthafucka has something that doesn’t belong to him.
“You want that tape, eh?” Santi asks.
“Yes,” I snap under my breath, praying Toi doesn't hear.
“Will you attend that meeting I've been so kindly asking you to attend? My son.” Santi smiles.
“Fuck that! I ain't ya son. Being blood doesn't make me have to do shit. I bet your crazy, old school ass thinks so, but nah.”
“Rockwell always looks so beautiful.” He licks his lips. The lustful thoughts running through his mind, yeah I could see them in Santiago’s eyes. It almost make me throw a haymaker his way, but Toi is getting into his car. Santiago sighs, “There’s a heart shaped birthmark right above her left ass cheek. If I could just get my hands on her…”
“Damn,” I rub the back of my neck. I had taken the tape of Rockwell and me by the pool when she took off her bikini. I hid it in my room, because I would want to see it every once in a while. But why didn't I know my father still had those cameras on rotation for a reason? I thought he’d forgotten about them. But evidently, this nasty muthafucka has been watching me watching Rockwell. And I need the tape back with the pool angle.
“Santi Junior, I’ve always waited for the day to give you the crown, to let you sit on the throne,” Santiago says.
I roll my eyes away from the bullshit. My father has never considered me as a leader. I don’t want shit to do with being in the drug trade. Knowing he’s wolfing, Santiago adds, “So you say you and Lorenzo are best friends? él es tu amigo? él es tu primo? So you no fuck him over?”
“He’s fam,” I reply as this muthafucka laughs in my face.
“Yes, he is your primo. I am your father. So don’t fuck over the fam, right?” Santi pats my back. “Don’t fuck over your cousin, don’t fuck over me, huh?”
“Didn’t I just say, that I'm not coming to your psychotic ass meet and greet!” I start down the hill toward my car. My father could play games forever. Ain’t no such thing as don’t fuck over Lorenzo or Santiago. In Santi’s eyes, one of these muthafuckas has to fall.
Santi comes for me again. His hand over my shoulder as if giving fatherly advice. “One last thing, my son.”
“Gimme my tape back,” I try.
Santiago ignores my request and says, “But how do you explain where you were that night Rocky was missing? Should I presume that her overnight outing wasn't a solo mission? Surely not. These streets are grimy. Any crazy muthafucka could have so easily snatched up Rockwell that night. Surely the streets have spoken, and they all know the beauty, exactly what she looks like, and just who she belongs to. So it was a miracle that Ms. Rockwell made it through the night. But maybe not,” He rubs his beard. “Because Lorenzo’s bitch was with you.”
“Rockwell ain't no bitch!” I snap under my breath, looking at Toi sitting in the backseat of my father’s Rolls Royce.
My father’s eyebrows rise. “You like her? You were always a weak piece of shit!”
“Your first born! Your blood! A piece of shit?”
Santi sighs. “Come to the meeting. Lorenzo's out the game either way. You are my don, Chuey. Who the fuck you want me to give the keys to the throne to? Lorenzo or you? That’s not even a fucking question. So come to my meeting about dethroning Lorenzo and you might get a chance at how.” There's a glint in his eyes that tell me my primo might get the hard way out.
Bodied.
Damn, my big cuzzo. My primo...
Then I remember all the times Rockwell and Lorenzo have been apart over their lifetime. She always goes back. Just like I saw this morning. Before the sun even came up, Rockwell wasn’t ready to work out like usual. Okay, so she was avoiding me. But instead of those tight shorts and a tee, she had on one of his button ups that just barely made it over her fat fatty. Living proof that she always goes back. He’d been coming and going since she was in high school. And here she is, still going back. That shit got me mad as fuck. One day, might not be no Lorenzo for her to go back to.
“Gimme the tape, at the meeting,” I counter, my father nods with a grin.
Chapter 56
LORENZO.
I'm posted in the bed with a bottle of Jose when somebody knocks on the door at 6 am.
“Yeah!” I shout. The door slowly opens and Rockwell comes in.
“What's your sadity ass doing in my neck of the woods?” I ask, then sip on my drink.
“Can't sleep,” she murmurs.
“Well, me either. Been up for days, ever since I came home and you nutted up on me, Rocky, listening to some irrelevant ass bitch.”
“A trick that evidently has your child,” Rocky pauses, and gives me this look like she didn’t mean to come in arguing. “Lorenzo, everything just blew up out of proportion. Bae, I'm sorry.”
Man, I want to tell her to get the fuck outta here with that bullshit. I’ve been trying to make shit up to her for a week, since I’ve been back home. Aint smashed in almost three months fuckin with this girl.
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br /> “Lemme tell you how it was in Hoover.” I smile, intimidating her. Rockwell has always been afraid of death. “How I went away, tryna get shit done for you, and come home thinking my girl would be happy–ain’t that some bullshit?”
“I know. I'm sorry Lorenzo,” she tries. Knowing that doesn't cut it, she finally says, “Okay, baby, tell me.” Rocky sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. Her big breasts play pick-a-boo in my button up, but I’m too pissed to react. So I tell her, “I found that bitch Tamms.” I put a hand up as Rockwell tries to speak. She squirming just at the thought of death. “Lemme tell the story, Rocky!”
“All I wanted to do was offer you a back rub while you tell me. Bae, I’m down for whatever you want.” She comes close and tries to take the bottle from my hand. I quickly guzzle more down before she can get it.
“Come here,” she says softly, pulling off my undershirt. Rocky sits on the wood headboard and the warmth of her pussy at the back of my neck. The hammer is ready, but I'm pissed.
“Okay bae,” she says with her tiny hands getting to work. “Tell me what happened.”
I look back at her.
Chapter 57
ROCKWELL.
Lorenzo's bloodshot eyes stare through me. I apologized but that doesn't cut it. Even though I'm sitting behind him, I lean forward and kiss his lips real quick. “Lorenzo, Bae, I'm yours. You know I won’t ever leave you, so don’t even listen when I say stupid shit.”
His eyebrow raises. “Fasho’?”
I want to slap him and tell him don't get brand new on me. But I know it wasn’t just him acting a fool, I’ve done some stupid stuff too. Especially if he could even bring up Raphael while we argued the other night in front of an entire party. Taking a deep breath, I push all the madness from my mind. “Lorenzo, I belong to you no matter what. We can argue, because that’s who we are. We started as best friends who are bound to clash sometimes, but above all I love you, Renzo, with every bit of my heart. Lorenzo Henry Medina...” I say between kisses. “You got me. I got you. Tell me what happened.”
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