They suck their teeth as I shut the door again. I lean against the sink, looking at my phone. Out of sight, out of mind. I hadn’t thought about Chuey until that call.
Then when I hung up in his face, we went back to having a good vacation. Lila and Lisa enjoyed all the lights too.
So I quickly delete all the missed calls from Chuey, knowing that if he keeps coming for me, I’ma have to tell Lorenzo…
“Damn girl, the twins are sleep. What are you doing in here?” Lorenzo peeks inside.
“Elisha and Nelly are engaged,” I tell him quickly, flipping to a stream of texts with my bestie. “She keeps trying to get me to go over every little wedding detail.”
“Yeah, Nelly lost his fucking mind, lacing that one down,” he says as I give him the evil eye for talking about my girl. “Rocky, come get in the shower.”
“Let me get my clothes,” I step out as he starts to undress. Nope, I really didn’t need to get anything to wear since we have such a large penthouse, but I’ve noticed that Lorenzo’s phone was going off earlier. While he turns on the shower, I decide to step toward it in our hotel bedroom. Should I tempt myself? It could be business? Mama Rita or one of his sisters. But knowing a nigga so fine and with so much money could never be satisfied with just me, I decide not to. I toss my own cell phone on the bed, and go back into the bathroom to get into the shower.
I grab the loofa and wash the muscles on his back. Kissing him softly on the neck. “Bae, I love you.”
He turns and looks down at me like... I want to say like Chuey does every time he looks at me on the low. Like I'm worth the world. But I won't believe that shit. Yeah, Lorenzo loves me, but I’m not his everything. Lemme just take what I can get. And I'm done even allowing Chuey to try his luck. How the fuck I look allowing Chuey to fuck up the love that I've finally made with the man of my dreams?
While Chuey tries to make love to my mind, Lorenzo already has my heart. The rain sprouts pour down on his sexy abs as my hands caress his chest. I kiss my everything so soft, tenderly that Renzo tells me he loves me. He turns me around, cups one of my breasts. His fingers squeezing my hard nipple, as his other hand grabs my ass cheek, owning me. Lorenzo lifts up my leg, and his dick slides right inside of my pussy.
“Renz… bae…” I begin to pant as my nigga makes love to me.
Chapter 71
CHUEY.
For days I thought about being with Rockwell after that morning. We were almost there. With me on my knees, the scent of her pussy–the essence of it kinda like papaya, had me so ready to screw over my familia. I know when you’ve been with someone so long, grown so accustom to them, it’s easier to stay. The familiarity of it all keeps her running toward Lorenzo. I mean, if Rockwell wasn’t made for me, then…
Like I said. I’m patient and could wait forever.
But.
We.
Were.
Almost.
There.
Almost took Lorenzo’ girl.
The next morning, I was ready for us to go running. Hopeful that this would be the day Rockwell realized she could do much better than Lorenzo. But she didn't come. The day after that? No Rocky. Damn ma was tryna give me the shake again. Then late last night she finally answered my call to shoot me down one last time. But I’m good. Dressed in an Armani button up, slacks, and shiny shoes I get ready. look at my Rolex. Today is that day. Yeah, funny how shit happens.
~~~
The Feds are in an unmarked Charger, right in front of Santi’s mansion when I pull up. I start into the house and it's so quiet the walls echo. My scary ass father has let all his heat go home for this occasion.
My old mentor, Hernandez, and his buddy, Emerald, are puffing on Colombian’s finest cigars as is my father. And that muthafucka is smiling hard as fuck. They all are. They want to keep the money coming.
Santi wants to stay out the pen.
Emerald and Hernandez are seasoned vets with the Feds, but it’s been a while since they’ve closed a big case. The last one was dealing with a serial killer who raped women all around the country. Guess, no matter how infamous the psychopath still is, with movies and TV shows about him, these two want another trophy.
Lorenzo gon’ have to do that time then.
I nod at them. I was feeling bad for this. Lorenzo was my best cuzzo. But, Rocky is taking too long to choose wisely.
He needs to be locked up. So I can lock down my lady.
Chapter 72
LORENZO
“Janyca, ma.” I snap my fingers so this bitch will give me eye contact. Man, I bet if she keeps sucking on that bottom lip of hers tho. I get up before she can sit down.
“Lorenzo, stop playing me.” Janyca toys with the button of her suit jacket. Her double-D breasts are damn near ready to fall out. My smart bitch, keeps opening her legs, even in such a tight ass skirt.
“Don't,” I reply agitated. I fucked up with that bitch at Santiago’s crib. But I ain’t never cheated on Rockwell before. Right now I need Janyca to focus on our next big shipment to the states.
“So I can't go there? Is that right?” She asks in this super soft ass voice. “It’s been months since I told you about our situation.”
“You fixed it right?” I look down at her belly, flat as ever. We’ve been about our business so I don’t know why the bitch wants to get brand new on me today.
I've made mistakes. Tryna be like my abuelo León is hard. I know my gramps ain't never stepped out on my granny. That's the type of love I always wanted to have. Fuck any bitch I want but when I get with that one. I'm supposed to be all about her. That’s how I did the moment Rocky scary ass finally gave me some play when she was seventeen. Soon as I tasted the pussy, I let all the other broads’ fallback. I know Rocky would never even think to screw another dude. I’d kill that nigga and I might even murk my baby moms and have to deal with my kid’s feelings later.
“Ma, what you got for me?” I rub my hands together, tryna get her mind back on business.
“What I always have for you, Lorenzo. Have I ever let you down?”
We start talking about the next big drop. Santi wants to send pound over pound to America. Enough to where we really gon’ have to push out the Cubans in Miami, even the few Jamaican crews around New York and Illinois just to get this paper right.
Chapter 73
TOI.
“I have a…uh… test today...” I murmur as the windows of the Rolls Royce roll down. It continues to creep along side of me. Santi doesn’t understand ‘no.’ Shoulda went to first period, instead of the coffee shop this morning, but last night Lorenzo and them came home. He told me I had an attitude for nothing, when I wasn’t even bothering nobody. I couldn’t deal with these stupid ass teachers without a double shot of caffeine. Now my homegirls are all looking at me sideways as Santiago's driver creeps along.
“Antoinetta, vena ca–come here! Get in the car,” Santiago commands.
“Nah. Not today. I've been ditching too much. My moms will whoop my ass when she sees my grades.”
He takes his cigar from his mouth and points at my friends, speaking in Spanish, he asks, “Chicas, quieres ir de compras–Girls do you want to go shopping?”
“No creeper!” one of them says. They start cussing at him, and I know a few Spanish cuss words. Besides, the look on Santi’s face is priceless as the girls start toward the school for the next period.
“Toi. Show your tio some respect!” Santiago taps his cheek with his gold dripping fingers. When I roll my eyes and step forward to kiss his cheek, Santi turns and I kiss his nasty ass lips instead.
“Ugh!”
He chuckles.
“Get in.”
“No Tio! You need Jesus!” I start away but the front door opens. The driver comes and grabs me by the waist. My Tio opens the back door. And the driver tosses me inside so hard that I hit my head on the wood grain at the opposite side of the car.
Santi grabs my face. “I've had enough of you! So much like your sister!
”
“What?” Here he goes again saying sister. What is he talking about? None of my sisters act like me.
“You wanna be an ungrateful bitch?” He lets my face go so hard that I fall back again.
“But you’re my unc...”
Those words mean nothing to him. Santiago’s face is a blur of anger, anger that I didn't cause. Hate for me and everything I love. He quickly unbuckles his pants as I realize to this dude, blood is equivalent to shit.
Chapter 74
RITA
“Miguel, have you lost your mind?” I stare at the gold band and this fool on his knees in the sand. The turquoise water and the sunset makes this the perfect place, but… “Why?”
We were just enjoying a picnic at the beach. Now the sea air is clogging my throat and the sun is burning my neck. “Get up,” I snap under my breath as the people nearby start to clap, adding a soundtrack of sighs to this romantic setting.
“Margarita Marisol Mendoza Medina…,” he begins to spout off my entry government.
DING. DING… I lucked out as my phone alarm goes off as a reminder. I quickly begin to get up saying, “Bye. Miguel, I gotta go pick up the kids!”
Miguel looks up at me, still holding up a gold engagement band. He has a bewildered look on his face as he asks, “Why?”
“Blu, Rocky, and Lakitha went to some spa in the tourist area,” I say, beginning to pick up the picnic bag and things.
“Toi can get the girls and get a cab up to your place.” Miguel gets up, he tries to take my hand, the look in his eyes, reads that he’s trying to make this work.
“Nope, I gotta go. Miguel, you need to think twice before embarrassing yourself again,” I all but snap. My stomach feels so unsettled at the thought. Toi is my most childish daughter. She's naive like Rocky, but not as nice. While Rocky can smile her way out of trouble, that little mouth of Toi’s digs her deeper into it. Sitting back down on the blanket, I grab the picnic basket and place the unopened wine back inside of it. We hadn’t even eaten lunch before Miguel began to ask that stupid question about trying to lock me down.
“Okay.” Miguel helps grab the plastic cups. “Let's go get the kids.”
He doesn't sound as jealous as he was when finding out I was pregnant with Lorenzo. I know it had to be hard on him seeing my five kids when we thought we would be together.
He loved the name Lorenzo for goodness sakes. That was supposed to be our first born’s name, but...
~~~
When we get to the school, children are already moving like roaches away from the buildings.
“Miguel, can you look for Toi,” I say, getting out the car.
“Okay,” Miguel nods. I point to where the upperclassmen building is. Just my luck, Toi is still chilling with her friends. “I’ma see if she went to get the twins and Lorenza from class,” I add as Miguel kisses me then moves along.
I start to call Lorenzo. He doesn't pick up. Figures. After twenty more minutes of walking around a school that looks like a palace, pride has been consumed by worry so I call Santi’s son. “Chuey did the girls and Phillip come home?”
“Nah Tia. You a’ight?”
“Yes, I breathe easy as I see Lorenza talking to a few classmates against the brick wall near their classroom. Lorenzo Junior and Phillip are a few yards away throwing a football.
“Where is Toi?” I ask after giving all my babies a kiss.
Lorenza shrugs.
“Where is Antoinetta Lyoni Medina!”
“No sé, mama,” Lorenza shakes her head. That feeling comes back up. The bile from the pit of my stomach.
Chapter 75
LORENZO
“The fuck you mean, y’all don’t know where Toi is?” I bark at Miguel, putting down my PlayStation 4 remote. I’ve been playing NFL Madden with one of my goons, while Popeye naps on the other lazy boy. The goon pauses the game, while I get up to address Miguel. I ain't no idiot. I know he smashing my moms and that shit doesn't sit right with me. Yeah Moms deserves to be happy, but I haven't yet determined if this dude is good enough. Now we all worried about Toi. She’s been showing her ass on a daily.
Miguel tries, “Rita took my car–”
I start laughing. Yeah Rita can fuck this lame all she wants. If anything Moms is getting over on this dude.
Miguel continues to speak levelheaded adding, “She's on her way to Santi’s.”
“What's that gotta do with me?” I start to puff on my blunt and continue with my Madden game. “Toi will come home when she feel like it. When she does, there’s a belt with her muthafuckin’ name on it. Waiting for her disrespectful ass.”
“There are things about Santi and Margarita that you don't know,” Miguel says, fidgeting with his fingers.
“They’re blood,” I begin, even though my mind goes straight to our night of arrival. Moms had put that knife to Santiago’s throat as if she meant for my tio to pay penance by slitting his own throat. But still this muthafucka before me doesn’t need to be in the family issues. So I add, “You ain't mi familia. So deal with getting ya car back.”
“She just dropped off your sisters and your nephew. Rita is going to try to kill Santiago, so that may not be my business, but I’m sure Santiago’s people aren’t going to allow it.”
Damn, I get up. The goon to my side takes one last swig of his beer, and Popeye grabs the keys. I grab my gat from the coffee table. Like Miguel’s said, Santi won't let anything happen to my moms. But his goons stay ready, when shit pop off they might react before he can check the situation.
“Rocky, watch the kids!” I shout up the stairs.
“She’s gone. Blue and Lakitha too,” Miguel says. I look at this dude like has he been kicking it at my house all day.
How the hell did these women leave us in a house full of kids! Shit, I put my young sister Lorenza in charge, I was a little younger than her when Moms had to get to work anyway. Then I quickly tell the rest of my soldiers to stay. It ain’t a good look if Rita is up at Santiago’s tripping, for all of us to roll through.
Miguel silently hops in the backseat, rolling with me and Popeye.
When we get up there, guns are already out. Santiago’s hands are up to show Rita that he means peace, but she has that damn knife and is going for his throat. Fucking loyalties and shit. I shake my head and slam the driver door. “Damn Moms chill the fuck out!”
“No!” She looks at me with tears in her eyes. “You love this muthafucka more than me?”
“Nah, mi amor. Nobody in this world means as much to me as you and you know that,” I tell her softly, every word is true.
My words haven’t got through to her, because Rita doesn’t lower the knife. She just turns those narrowed eyes on me to ask, “So if I say Santiago has hurt Antoinetta, what you gon’ do?”
“Handle that, Moms,” I snap back. I look at all of them. We all mad dog each other, and I need to get my crazy ass moms away from Santiago’s crew before the entire garden is painted red. “Okay, we familia, let's go inside and talk. Where's Toi?”
“Ask this bitch?” Rita points her knife at my tio.
Santiago shrugs. He looks over her dramatics, the same way I look at Rocky when she pops off at the mouth. “Nephew, like I’ve told my sister, I don’t know where Toi is. Haven’t seen her in a while.”
“I bet,” my moms bucks up and a sea of guns click off their safety.
“I will murk all you muthafuckas!” I reach over and slap the gun from one of their hands. Half the crew puts their guns down the other half don’t give a fuck. Half give me respect. Half give me fear. And a select few just want my moms to shut the fuck up–one way or another.
Popeye’s ready behind me, making me second-guess my idea of not bringing my crew. But this is a family situation and so far, Santiago is handling it correctly seeing that my mom’s still breathing. Now, Miguel tries to bring God into the convo, in his calming preacher voice.
“Hell nah, y’all muthafuckas going to show my moms some respect. This
is León’s daughter!” I shout. My gun goes off. One clean hole goes into the forehead of the dude to my right. He drops to the ground faster than the flow of blood dripping from his head. The other disobedient ones finally put their guns down. Now I ain't afraid of dying, but I need my moms to handle her shit in a different manner. I can't have my moms getting capped today, all because Toi probably ran after a stanky ass nigga.
“Moms what's this shit between you and mi tio?” I ask, both my Desert Eagles still up at each side.
“Ask Santiago,” she replies quickly.
I shake my neck. All the time Rita spent talking mad head when I got in to trouble as a child. She has never had a problem keeping it 100. I shake my head. “Nah, that’s a negative. Moms, you brought your ass over here ready to start some shit. You tell me! What the fuck is wrong with you, ma? Do I need to get down with my muthafuckin’ uncle?”
I try to connect eyes with my moms. Even if she gives me the signal, I’ll drop my Tio no questions. But I don’t want to fuck over blood over old sibling rivalry.
“Yes, Rita?” Santiago asks, just as confused as I am as Rita still holds her knife to his neck. “Does blood need to go against blood?”
She starts crying. Her voice opens like she wants to say something. If this was any other dude I’d murk this muthafucka on suspect.
Mom turns back around and walks back to the truck, with Miguel following after her.
All Santiago’s goons have been watching but they seem to relax more until I lean closer to my uncle. “Lemme holla at you real quick.”
Santiago shrugs. “Yes, anything.”
It takes a minute, but I grab the back of his neck and look him in the eyes. My words are so muthafuckin’ calm, so collected that we shouldn’t have a fucking problem, “If this is more than some sibling bullshit, it ain't gon’ be pretty for you. Your crew ain’t going to be able to stop me from cutting yo’ ass down, if my moms got a good reason to be acting a fool.” I pat his shoulder to take away some of the tension. But right now, I don’t have no love for this dude before me. My eyes are dead, though I give a slight smile, “You my tio. I love you.”
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