“We still going to roll tomorrow,” Popeye says, looking focused as ever as we all sit in the lobby. I know my homie is trying to settle everything. Knowing Popeye so long, his mind is to get that cheddar this one last round and then him and Blu can be out. Wish Lorenzo would think like that. But Lorenzo’s in this game, and I am too.
I look at Mama Rita to see what she thinks about that, but she nods.
“Yeah.” Lorenzo pats my hand. “Biggest shipment of the century might as well.”
I love my Lorenzo, and I don’t think he’s mad at me but somewhere deep down, I get sad that I’m wearing a dead bitch’s engagement ring. Finally, I have what I want. The love that I’ve been waiting for damn near a lifetime, the boy I’ve been daydreaming about since I set eyes on him as a child. So I’m going to act right. I speak up, “That’s right, do y’all thang. Lemme go get y’all some coffee.”
In the long corridors of the hospital, I walk down the way. Torn between being a don’s wife and worrying about him all at the same. I'm in the line at a coffee trolley for coffee when Chuey comes up to me. He gets all up in my ear, but keeps just enough space to be respectable while asking, “After Lorenzo set you aside, couldn’t deal with Toi’s death, and you found out the nigga was going to marry Janyca, you let that nigga lace you down?”
Oh my god, this dude is still on that. I haven’t seen him since the wedding. He kept his distance. Now here Chuey is trying to bash me and Lorenzo like usual.
“Seven cups of coffee, please,” I tell the barista, trying not to let jealousy overcome me about Janyca and Lorenzo. I can’t ask my husband how much he loved her, but the way he wouldn’t speak after we went to see her dead body, I know. I start digging through my wallet, but Chuey puts his hand over mines. “Look, get lost, boy. We've already had this discussion.”
“The fuck we did. You was on some fatal attraction type shit, Rocky. Okay, I can live with that. One day you gon’ realize that Lorenzo ain't that nigga for you. But now you really went and tried to make this shit legal.”
“No, boy it is legit. You heard the vows, we read our own. I’m a Medina now, did you not enjoy the lobster and scrimp?” I smirk, then grab enough change to pay for the drinks. Why is Chuey going back on his word? Technically, he didn’t promise to leave me alone after ambushing me in one of the guest bedrooms before the wedding, but I assumed we had an understanding.
God, how I was so glad that we married quickly before Lorenzo could hate me for murking the girl he really wanted to marry. The girl whose ring I’m wearing. I move to the side so other people can order. Chuey grabs my arm and pulls me over to a table, almost making me stumble in my Dior’s as if the nigga didn’t recognize–tag–game.
“Stop,” I snap in a whisper.
“Sit,” Chuey commands with a tensed jaw.
“Nah.”
“Sit ya ass down,” he practically yanks me into the seat.
“Why can't I be happy? You’re supposed to be so in love with me, huh? Ha! If you love me, then you know just how much I am in love with Lorenzo and step the fuck off. Ain't nothing for you here. A’ight.”
“Not a’ight.”
“Okay. This what I’ma do. You have 60 seconds to dish out ya bullshit. If that’s what you want. To chat me up like it’s not too late. Chuey honestly,” I laugh, “you just want me because I'm taken.”
“No.” He leans close as usual. And his lips damn near kiss my ear. “I love you so much that it hurts to see you with that nigga. I will do anything to keep y'all apart.”
My hand comes up. “Oops, you don't even deserve a full minute. Bye!”
I grab two sets of cup holders and hurry out without even grabbing sugar and cream. I want to cry. Why the fuck did I mess with this psycho? I didn’t let Chuey hit, but for some time, I allowed this muthafucka’s words to be my nigga’s. In my sadness of Lorenzo being away after Toi’s death, and trying to keep up home, I allowed Chuey to mend my heart with words.
That was a no-no. Letting Chuey in a place of my heart that belongs to Lorenzo. My whole heart belongs to Lorenzo. And I almost fucked that up with his damn cousin. Shame on myself.
Chapter 95
RITA.
Power is king in these street,s so I try never to get it twisted. Like when Santi almost got bodied in 1989 that look in his eye. The lack of power is the worst thing in a world to a muthafucka like him. I try to take myself back to Hoover. Especially since Henry decided not to claim Toi and he hadn’t even come to her funeral.
I know why. Every year Henry would come during peak season for vacationers. Just so happened right before Henry got me pregnant with Toi, I had gone home for the first time. Mayté had gotten her ass plumped–the bitch had a nice thicky thick shape. But y’all know Santiago. So she had just gotten plastic surgery but her asshole had been reconstructed incorrectly and she had gotten sick. It was me, Lorenzo, Blu, and baby Lakitha. Lorenzo was four, and Blu was running up after him as a toddler but I tried to keep him away from the family when I came to see my best friend in all of the world.
Unfortunately, Santiago still has a hold of my children and has become the good “uncle.” When Henry came home and I was pregnant with Toi, Lorenzo had been talking about how much fun he had with his new uncle. My nigga was a bit skeptical about Toi because her hair wasn’t as nappy. Nah, I ain’t a hoe like Henry tried to make it seem when I overheard Blu arguing with him on the phone. All the Medina girls are his. But he left me so soon after Toi’s birth. That’s when things changed…
I could tell the only man, my rock, who was holding me down was changing. With each child Henry worried. He hated on Lorenzo even more. So after a while we just stopped seeing each other. Henry stopped coming to work for the resort. He stopped sending money for me too. Then Lorenzo was sneaking around working for his fucking uncle, Santiago. My son was twelve and that bastard had him on payroll! That’s when I knew we had to get the hell up out of Colombia.
Mayté helped me and four kids get into the States. Claiming that the few pennies she had given me weren’t from her husband. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t, but my babies and I got to Hoover. Henry was there. He still looked like Denzel Washington and, even worse, I learned that the man I had married, had bitches who loved to take care of him…
“Henry!” I started, screaming outside the house that was supposed to be his mom’s but was actually his wife’s mom’s house. Funny since I was supposed to be the nigga’s wife also. I felt like a fool but glad that Lorenzo was at the rat-infested motel taking care of his kid sisters.
“Henry!” I picked up a brick and then this black chick finally comes out.
Her hair was pressed bone straight and she had big hoops in her ears. Too cute with an attitude to boot. “You look like a fucking fool, stupid trick,” she had said.
“I’ma speak to my husband. One way or another,” I snapped. Damn, came to the USA the right way so I didn’t even have my heat.
“Take ya wetback ass back down to Mexico.”
Oh Lawd... I must have went off on her for that because punk ass Henry finally came out the house with his new mother –in- law popping him in the back of the head also. While his bitch was getting beat the fuck down!
“Man, Margarita, what the fuck do you want!” he shouted, trying to keep his distance. “Aye, go in the house.”
The new wife that broke us up gives me one of those looks. Scared, and with a busted lip she hurried up on into the house.
Shit, lemme keep it 100. I tried to steal this nigga back. I’m telling you before he couldn’t get over Lorenzo not being his son, Henry was the best man in the world. He loved Lorenzo while I was pregnant. He was so honorable before.
“C'mon Henry. I got our kids. I need some help.”
“Here’s $5 for you, my pretty Blu, Lakitha, and you know what, even that silky hair child, Antoinetta,” Henry said, holding up $20 worth of fives. “Fuck that lil’ nigga.”
I glared at the chump change. Tears came to my eyes. Ne
ver cried over a nigga, but that’s the day I learned. The day I became so stupid, wanting Henry to love me. “Henry... Just a few months ago things were good. We were living on a resort country taking care of the kids. Then...”
Henry gave me a look that made me just take the money and walk away. The lowest form of shame I had ever been in. Still, I wished things had changed. It wouldn't be the first time that he made me feel like a fool for picking up the money off the ground. See, every once in a while Henry remembered that good love we had. I mean, he would become the dream I had said, ‘I do’ to while pregnant with Lorenzo. The good man, that was confident enough to take care of another dude’s child. All because he loved me. So I let him come over sometimes, thinking I could do no better. And hoping with all my might that my Henry would return. The nigga that really loved me. Then came Lorenza.
After walking back down Hell's Drive, I stepped into the cheap motel that I had gotten for my kids, even though Mayté had called and said she would book me a better place.
Pride wouldn’t let me take it.
“Aye Moms, what dad say?” Lorenzo asked when I got there. He was handsome then, even as a knot head twelve year old. I know he missed his daddy. Lorenzo didn't learn to hate the nigga till later because of how long and hard Henry tried to love him. Lorenzo never even knew why Henry slowly stopped caring for him. I guess that’s the only thing my baby daddy ever did right, not tell Lorenzo to his face.
“Daddy gave me some money. I got y'all happy meals,” I smiled showing the girls the meal toy.
“Moms,” Lorenzo was smarter than his age. So I held my breath as the little nigga asked questions that I could not answer. “How much Daddy give you and why he ain't roll through, come check on us?”
“Lorenzo, go eat your Big Mac.”
“Nah. I ain't hungry. I just met this new nigga, Big Bo. He took me to this rib joint. I brought some back for the girls, they ain’t hungry either.” Lorenzo says, looking at me like food ain’t what he and his sisters need.
I sigh, looking around the two queen sized beds in the raggedy ass room. Yeah, they needed much more.
I could tell Lorenzo was disappointed in Henry but like before, Henry could whoop the shit out of Lorenzo–for nothing– and still be his daddy. When Lorenzo was a baby, Henry treated him like blood. Seeing Henry read to him, or talk to him about being grown up made my heart swell with love. So I just let his hatred for Henry build slowly by seeing things. This was just the beginning.
“Moms, I’ma go around the corner. Big Bo got a job for me.”
“What kinda job?” My eyes narrow. I grab my son by his chin while he tries to look away.
“Don’t worry about that, Moms.” Lorenzo gave this smile that would melt the girls’ hearts already.
And my son was already on his way out the door so I quickly checked his ass, “Aye, you be back before night.”
Lorenzo laughs at me as he started out. So I begged God to keep him safe. Since Big Bo would become the newest vocab word in our family with how much Lorenzo hung out with him, I prayed for that nigga too.
No. I was just starting to learn about God. Funny in Colombia we learn about The Lord. Verses learned in Spanish, English, and Latin because Catholicism is everything. But these days I didn't have León’s money, my mom’s love, or a good brother.
Now I only had God.
Chapter 96
LORENZO
This morning, lil’ mama made me breakfast and brought it upstairs on a silver tray. I know Rockwell is worried, those hazel eyes are damn near glazed with tears and her worst fears. When we said our vows during the wedding, I promised to be the best husband I could. Love her forever. Keep her safe. Shit, I had already confessed about Janyca even though lil’ mama had murked that bitch. But I let her know that it was one week. I hadn’t cheated before and damn sure well wasn’t finna fuck over my vows before God and the only girl I’ve ever loved.
“Mrs. Medina, what you got for me?” I ask, following my gorgeous wife onto the terrace outside of our bedroom.
“It’s a gorgeous morning, I’m blessed with the love of my life. So I made your favorite,” she says, ass swaying in her sexy pajamas.
“Nah, my favorite is between those thick thighs,” I reply, hugging Rocky from behind. I kiss on her neck. When Rocky takes the silver covers off the trays, I add, “Damn, you prepared a feast.”
“My king doesn’t deserve any less,” Rocky smiles back at me. As I settle down on a wicker chair to eat, my girl is barely on her first slice of bacon and I’ve almost finished my omelet and a few slices. Damn, my main goal is my girl’s happiness so I command, “Mommi, speak.”
“Nothing…” Rocky bites her lip, then sips on her favorite apple juice. Then Rockwell gets up and comes behind me. She massages my shoulders.
“I'ma miss you, Renzo. I miss you every second when you’re away,” Rockwell murmurs, making magic with tiny hands. Then her lips go to the back of my ear and she kisses me softly. “This is going to be your last run for Santi.”
Yup, she got the hammer on beast mode and says some stupid shit. “Nah.”
Rockwell pops me in the back of my head, and I turn around in a flash pulling her closer to the edge of the table.
“Blu said that Popeye is just doing this mission then no more. Renzo we have three baby’s, we don’t need any more money.”
“Don't start the bullshit, Rockwell. You asked before, the answer is still no.” I glare at her harder than any of my goons. They all back down, but she glares at me. Little spoiled ass. This shit reminds me of her sadity ass back in the day when I worked for her uncle Marcel. Yeah, I appreciate lil’ mama always wanting me to be safe. But I have one queen, two pretty little princesses and a don. Lorenzo Junior, won’t ever have to hustle like this. None of my kids will, and I do plan on Rocky giving me more babies. But I also remember Rockwell’s little hazel eyes glued to the newest, the most expensive shit as a kid.
“Renz…”
I pick her up and place her on the table. My hands go to either sides of those thick thighs and I look my girl dead in the eye. The pouting on Rocky’s face fades away as I kiss her. “You know what's the best taste in the world? Better than that omelet? Better than moms food?”
“Nigga,” Rockwell purses her lips with a smile. “You used to pull this shit in college when you came over for dinner. You would hardly let me finish cooking for you, that’s why–”
“Nah, girl. I just didn’t want no appetizer, I just wanted you,” I say, pulling down her panties rubbing on her soft thighs.
“Bae… You’re leaving me soon…” Rocky sighs as the morning wind sways through her light brown hair. “Just eat so you can play with the kids before you go.”
Ignoring my wife, I repeat the same line I used to, “So like I said, what’s better than mom's cooking, smell better, taste better? Rockwell, you want a nigga big and tall, you gon let me get some sustenance real quick?”
Just like we did a while back, Rockwell gives me that sexy fuck face.
I start kissing her clit, damn near got my mouth all wet. Then go back up to her lips, letting her taste that good good straight from my mouth. “Now, ain't that sweet?”
“Mmnm,” she licks her own sweets off her lips.
“That's my girl.” After chopping the pussy down and sopping them juices up like a biscuit, I pick up my queen.
“Renzo, bae… I need that,” she tells me while I carry her back into the bedroom.
Placing Rockwell on the bed, I continue to love every inch of her body with kisses while my dick slides in that silky, wet ocean. The pussy clinches my dick and I fuck her so right. She gets all mellow, so I tell her, “Mommi, I’ma get you pregnant.
Rockwell kisses my lips and look me straight in the eye. “Nigga, I wanna have your baby…” Rocky start tonguing me down, begging for it. Got me feeling her love, then I spread my girl’s legs wide. I slide out, lick my lip and bit down, while looking at her swollen clit then slide back in slowly
taking Rocky to her brink.
~~~
Two hours later, my wife is all mellow, so she won’t be bringing up that quitting anytime soon. Rockwell stands at the door to the nursery, with one of those high fashion dresses loving on her shape. Her smile is bright as ever as she watches me with our five-month-old twins.
“Popeye is downstairs waiting for you,” she finally speaks after I’ve finished the nursery rhyme. Rockwell picks up Lisa and all four of us go downstairs. I chat up my don, letting Junior know that he’s in charge while I’m gone.
Rocky softly punches Popeye in the arm, “Nigga you will be home soon. Blu is recuperating. Right here in the main house, so you know we got her back.”
“Yeah,” he nods, mentioning the forty-eight hours.
“Aye Chuey, you ain't rolling with ya boys?” Popeye asks as we start downstairs with a duffel bags.
Chuey scratches the back of his head. “Uh, my moms...”
“Just a round trip. Twenty-four hour drop. Shit, even I know how you like to chill with those Miami bitches on the way back.”
“Oh yes, you should go...” Rockwell says from behind me. “But make sure you bring my husband back soon ‘fore I have a bunch of Miami bitches to murk.” She smiles as she says that shit, but I'm thinking lil’ momma got a taste for blood and turned into a shark. Now I do like my title “husband” coming out of her sexy ass mouth. Damn, I know soon as I brought Rockwell home from Janyca’s house a month ago that my girl was pissed. Didn’t even think she would want to give a nigga a chance, so I quickly gave Rocky the engagement ring that I had given the design style and money to Janyca to arrange for. That bitch shoulda gave me Rocky’s engagement ring long before, now I know Janyca was stalling.
That night I took her to Janyca’s house I was shitting fucking bricks, hoping my girl’s ring was there and glad to see it less than a few feet from that bitch’s dead body.
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