Trap Goddess

by Sasha Ravae

  Omari opened the door to the study and snapped his fingers. A waitress quickly came into the room carrying a fresh tray of champagne.

  “Los, your girlfriend is here with you tonight, right?”

  “Yeah, she’s outside I think.”

  “What’s her name?”

  “Monique.”

  “Monique. Very pretty name. Why don’t you find her and invite her in? I wouldn’t want her to feel excluded from the festivities.”

  “Of course,” Los said walking out of the room. Trina felt her heart race again with each second he was gone. Inside, she was screaming that he belonged to her and Monique was just a fraud, but if she valued her life or his at all, she would keep her mouth shut.

  “There she is,” Franco said as Monique made her way into the room. The all-white crop top and skirt set she wore begged for attention, and that’s exactly what she got.

  “Hi,” she said smiling as she continued to make her way inside.

  “I’m Franco. Very nice to meet you,” he said kissing her hand, “Champagne?”

  “Yes, please,” she giggled, “I’ve already had three.”

  “Drink up. We share everything here,” he said eyeing her honey-colored skin,

  Trina stared at Monique and hated how much she looked like her. It was as if they came from the same Build-a-Bad-Bitch factory, but Trina looked down at her $3,500 gown and $2,500 shoes and knew that there was no way she could compare to the goddess.

  “How long have you been together?”

  “Well…”

  “Two years,” Monique answered, “I met him one day while he was out here on business, and we’ve been rocking ever since.”

  “Oh, you guys live together?” Trina asked now interested in Los’ supposedly fake relationship.

  “Yeah, in Natomas. We’ve been there for about a year now, right, baby?”

  “You knew that,” Los said looking at Trina in the eyes.

  “Of course I did. I don’t know how I forgot that fast. Sorry, it’s been such a hectic week.”

  “Workaholic this one,” Franco said rubbing her shoulder, “Well, I must say that you two are a beautiful couple. Do you have any kids?”

  “None yet, but Lord knows we be trying,” Monique giggled again, “We want to plan the wedding first, you know?”

  “Wedding?” Trina asked looking down at the rock that sat on her left ring finger, “Oh, wow, congratulations. Here I am introducing you to people as his girlfriend, and you’re really his fiancée? Wow.”

  “Thank you,” Monique said unsure on how to receive her response, “But we’ve set the date for April 3rd even though it seems like that’s right around the corner.”

  “Well, this is definitely a reason to celebrate,” Franco said raising his glass, “Here’s to Monique and Los and to our new partnership as well. Salud.”

  “Salud,” everyone said in unison.

  “Franco, I’m not really feeling well,” Trina said pulling him aside in the midst of all the blessings, “I think I’m gonna go home, but thank you so much for taking the time to do this for me.”

  “I like this guy. We have the same taste in women, you know?” he said winking.

  “Well, you make sure you take care of them. Whatever they need is on me, okay?”

  “Yes, Diosa,” Franco smiled, “Good night. Make sure you get some rest.”

  “I will,” Trina said walking out of the room.

  Los was lost in the crowd that filled the office. Between all of the well wishes on his upcoming nuptials and the champagne that continued to flow, he didn’t even notice Trina slip out of the room. “I can’t believe I’m still this stupid,” she said quickly walking outside to her car as she struggled to find her keys.

  She wanted to believe that she and Los were starting over again, but their situation appeared to be exactly the same. Trina didn’t understand who Monique really was, but she seemed to be more than just a fictional date.

  I can’t keep doing this to myself, she thought as she got into her car.

  She was glad the charade was over. In the morning, she planned on calling Omari and Franco to let them know that she had a change of heart about Los’ new position. He was never able to do anything other than play games with her, and she was tired of losing. Twenty minutes later, she found herself parked outside of her house in the driveway. Lines of tears mixed with mascara covered her cheeks as she stared down at her phone. Los hadn’t tried to call or text her once. He and Monique were obviously having too good of a time. Under the moonlight, Trina finally let go. She knew she couldn’t keep chasing Los for the rest of her life. He made sure to remind her that he would never be fully hers, and she couldn’t accept that.

  Not wanting to think about it anymore, she got out of the car and walked into the darkness that filled her house and instantly felt alone. When Jonah was alive, their home was always so warm and filled with love, but now it was just her and her loneliness. She slipped out of her black pumps leaving them by the front door before walking into the bathroom. She stared into the mirror and was embarrassed by the tears that still filled her eyes. Unable to look at the image any longer, she turned on the cool water allowing it to heat up a little. She grabbed a small purple washcloth, but before she could wipe away the pain that covered her face, the doorbell tang. Trina looked at the clock in the hallway. It was a little after 11 p.m.

  “Who the fuck is this?” she said to herself.

  She crept up to the door and peered through the peephole, and after seeing who it was, she tried to finish wiping off her face with the towel she still had in her hand.

  “So you just leave me at a party with some gangsta niggas I don’t even know?” Los asked waiting for Trina to invite him in.

  “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself. I didn’t want to interrupt you and your girl…sorry, fiancée, so I went home.”

  “Trina, I did all this for you,” he snapped.

  “You bring a bitch with you who you actually fuck with is helping me how? You haven’t changed, Los, you’re still the same selfish, lying, manipulative asshole you were back then. I’m tired of you playing with my feelings like this. I’m cool.”

  “Can we talk about this please?”

  “Talk about what?”

  “Trina.” She moved aside letting him in, but the sight of him disgusted her. “First, let me say that maybe I didn’t think tonight all the way through.”

  “Really?” she said rolling her eyes.

  “Can I finish?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “What Monique was saying was the truth…”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” she asked hitting him in the chest.

  “Trina, chill,” he said holding her wrists together, “You’re acting like a fucking child. Can I at least finish what I’m trying to say before you take a nigga out?”

  She snatched herself away from him and sat down on the stairs. If his words didn’t come out right, she was afraid of what she was going to do next.

  “Me and Monique used to fuck around like two years ago. I was with her for only like six months though. I did buy a house in Natomas last year. Where you think I’ve been staying at? But Monique has never lived there nor does she now. We’re not engaged. I bought her a ring, a regular ring, yes, not an engagement ring, but she started going around telling all her friends and family we were getting married almost right after I gave it to her. She’s obsessed with the kid.”

  “So why bring her?” Trina asked folding her arms across her chest.

  “Cause she’s obsessed with the kid. This whole night, I thought, was about your peoples believing that I was in a relationship with somebody who isn’t you.”

  “It was” she said beginning to cry again, “But you didn’t have to make it seem so real.”

  “Baby,” he said kneeling in front of her, “This was all for you. I could’ve stayed home tonight. I never meant to hurt you. I love you. Monique knows what time is it. I just thought that sh
e would be the most convincing. I mean she still thinks she has a chance.”

  “Does she?” Trina asked looking up at him.

  “I’m here, ain’t I?” he said gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

  Unable to resist any longer, Trina leaned in and finally let her lips meet his. He tasted so familiar, and soon her body began to crave his touch. Without needing instructions, Los stood up and picked her up in his arms. As they ascended the stairs, she continued to let him know how much she really did miss him. When they got to the room, he placed her down on the bed and began to undress. A sliver of moonlight cut through the window illuminating all of the tattoos that covered his body. Trina took his lead and slid her gown up over her head before she could change her mind. Los was taken aback by her perfection. The all black, lace panty and bra set she wore sent him over the edge. He climbed on the bed and pulled her by her ankles down to him. He started from her toes and slowly began to place light, wet kisses all the way up her body. Trina moaned out in ecstasy.

  “You sure you wanna do this?”

  “Yes,” she said biting her lip, “I’m sure.”

  Not needing to hear another word, he pulled down her panties exposing her freshly waxed pussy.

  “I love you, Trina,” he said kissing her clit. He wanted to savor her taste. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”

  She squirmed around in pleasure as Los unleashed his tongue game on her, and for the first time in a long time, she finally felt like the world had stopped just for a moment and things were normal again. As Los continued to feast upon her, Trina finally relaxed. She ran her fingers over his sea of waves not wanting to interrupt his devotion to the goddess.

  “Can I feel it?” she whispered. Just thinking about his eleven-inch dick fully grown made her pussy tighten.

  “You want this?” he asked coming up for air.

  “Please.”

  Los kissed her soft spot one last time before he hopped off the bed. He pulled a Magnum out of his pants’ pocket and slid the latex over his hard on. Trina licked her fingers and began to rub her clit as she watched. If Los couldn’t do anything else, he could fuck, and she was long overdue. He climbed back on the bed in between her legs and spread her thighs wide open as he slid inside of her. Trina let out a loud gasp as she felt her pussy tear, but soon her pain turned into pleasure as Los started to stroke it. The soft, wet sound of her pussy being pounded filled the house.

  “I missed you,” he said kissing her on the neck.

  “I missed you.”

  Her hands explored every inch of him as their bodies became one. Sweat lightly covered them even in the coldness of the night. As they continued to make love, Trina was finally ready to surrender to her heart. Los was the one and had always been the one, and she was ready to accept that. Under the light of the stars, she dedicated herself to him completely unafraid of the consequences.

  Chapter 11

  Six Months Later…

  As the sun peered through the window into their penthouse suite, Trina uncovered her head. The giant white comforter hid the outfit she wore the night before.

  “Babe,” she said trying to wake up Los, “Baby, wake up.”

  He began to move around from the sound of her voice, but the sunlight in his eyes refused to let him sleep. Finally accepting that it was wakeup time, he turned over giving her a small kiss on the lips.

  “Good morning, Mr. Marshall,” she said smiling from ear-to-ear.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Marshall.”

  She looked down at the diamond ring that sat on her left ring finger. “I still can’t believe we did this.”

  “I mean we are in Vegas. What else would we be doing but getting married?”

  It had been six months since they finally made it official. She was ready to really come clean to Franco and Omari about their past, but of course Los couldn’t let her do that, so he embraced his new role as her security. What started out as a here and there thing soon became their everyday. It gave them the chance to spend all of their time together without anyone suspecting a thing. When they were out in public, they barely even spoke being that he was the help and all, but in private, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Their passion was real, and Trina never wanted to let it go, so when they went to Vegas on business and Los asked her to marry him, of course she said yes.

  “What you wanna do today, wifey?” he asked yawning as he still laid in his tuxedo from the night before.

  “I saw last night that they have a spa here.”

  “Of course they do. The Bellagio has everything, baby.”

  “Let’s do that then, and maybe we can go to dinner or something later. I mean we don’t leave until tomorrow.”

  “Whatever you wanna do, babe,” he said finally getting up. He opened up the thick curtains all the way letting in Vegas’ day life. “But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

  “What is it?” she asked trying to smooth out her all-white ballerina dress.

  “I feel like through all this fake shit we started with me being security for you turned into something real. Franco fucks with me tough, and I know that if I’m positioned right, we could really get this money.”

  “So what are you saying?”

  “I’m saying that I want to move up.”

  “Move up?”

  “To something. You got me out here looking like a sucka. You’re my wife now, Trina,” he said snatching her hand, “What’s yours is mine, remember?”

  “You know I can’t do that, Los. You were never even supposed to be a part of this. This shit is dangerous. I just don’t want you to get hurt…”

  “Miss me with the bullshit, T. I don’t need you protecting me. I’m not new to this. I’ve always been around even when you didn’t notice. I’ve earned this, Trina.”

  “Los, what are you talking about?”

  “I killed Jonah.”

  To Be Continued…

  Coming March 2015!

  Counterfeit Dreams 4: A Coke White Dream

  Jewel Sanchez and Reagan Taylor had been to hell and back trying to keep their relationship together. After infidelity, murder, and the loss of his best friend, Jewel wasn’t willing to lose her too. Ready to put the past behind them, he decided that he was ready to spend the rest of his life with Reagan, and with his decision to finally step down from the M.A.C. Boys confirmed, he prayed that things would somehow become normal again. After Pop’s funeral, he realized he had nothing else to lose but family, so in an effort to change his ways, Jewel agrees to trade in the guns and drugs for a suit and tie and work alongside of his father. But when someone from their past shows up, will that tear down the new found life Jewel worked so hard to rebuild? Or will the M.A.C. Boys’ empire pull him back into the shadows?

  Counterfeit Dreams 4

  “How you holding up, bruh?” Sacario asked noticing Jewel’s lifeless expression.

  “I’m straight. Listen, I know that before Golden passed the M.A.C. Boys to me, he was looking at you, Sacario, for who was gonna be up next. He made a mistake by choosing me. I want you to take over the M.A.C. Boys. I’m done with this shit, blood.”

  “Jewel, what are you talking about? I know this is hard for you. It’s hard for everyone, but don’t you think that’s a little drastic? What’s the M.A.C. Boys without you?”

  “Since I stepped up, mothafuckas have been dying all around me. The people who I held closest are all gone. I wanted to believe that I was meant for this shit because Golden and Brandon spoke that life into me, but they were wrong. I did what Golden wanted me to do, and it worked at first, but to be responsible for the lives of my niggas, I failed ya’ll. How can I live with the fact that Pop’s dead because of me?”

  “If that’s the case then we’re all responsible, Jewel. I hate to put it like this, but it was the young g’s time. We all got one. Hating yourself isn’t gonna bring him back.”

  “I kept Pop on this path, and it cost him his life. I hav
e two sons to take care of now. I can’t let them be raised into this shit. It has to be different for them. It has to be. I have to save them.”

  “So that’s it?”

  Jewel stared into the mirror and couldn’t believe how far he’d come. It had been a year since Pop died, but he could still see him so vividly. Giving up his rights to the M.A.C. Boys was the hardest decision he ever had to make. Although the life still created a hidden spark in him, he had no choice but to change for the better. He had Reagan, Chase, and Jailen to think about now.

  “You ready son?” Joe asked sitting down in a dark mahogany leather chair.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said continuing to tie his tie, “With all the money I put into this thing, I really don’t have any other choice.”

  “Welcome to my world,” Joe said laughing, “but I know it’ll be worth it. Reagan loves you, and I know you love her. Some things in life are just that simple, Jewel. It’s about time ya’ll do this.”

  “You’re right.”

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  “It’s open,” Jewel yelled.

  “Ay, nigga,” K-2 said busting into the room, “You ready to walk that plank, or what?” He couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I don’t know why you laughing, I heard you about to be next,” Jewel winked.

  “The hell I am,” he started to say, “Oh, hey, Joe, I didn’t even see you sitting there.”

  “I bet you didn’t,” he said slowly standing up.

  “I was just joking. You know giving Jewel a hard time.”

  “Well, I don’t play when it comes to my daughter and future granddaughter, Keith.”

  “Neither do I, sir,” he hurried to say.

  After Pop’s funeral, K-2 decided to move back to the Bay, but this time with Gabrielle right by his side. With high school and her first year of college out of the way, she felt like she was ready to take on the world, but K-2 was in love with her and wanted to do nothing but protect and provide for her. As hard as it was, he decided to follow in Jewel’s footsteps and put the M.A.C. Boys behind him too. He did have a baby on the way after all.