The Story of DeLano Trevino

by Briann Danae

  “Thank. You,” Anika enunciated when Sen dropped the money into his hand.

  “How you let them come in town and take my new Chanel bag money? Your ass sleeping on the couch,” Neicey fussed walking out to go check on the twins.

  “Couch my ass,” Sen laughed following behind her. “Shanice quit playing! Come here.”

  “Leave me alone, Sensay!”

  With a few shots in his system, he was feeling good and horny. Seeing Neicey host his family, as if she hadn’t before, had him ready to put another baby up in her. Two, if he could keep it one hundred. The twins were now six months and busy as ever.

  Anika went to go take her seat, but Lano pulled her toward him in the chair he was now sitting in. Smiling, she leaned his way and gave him a kiss before sitting on his lap.

  “That nigga said carrots,” she laughed, feeling the effects of the white Hennessy they were drinking.

  “Right. You good?”

  Anika nodded and felt herself get emotional. “Yes. I’m so glad we came home.”

  “Me too. We gotta head back in a few days. You want to do anything else before we leave?”

  “Not really. Just relax and kick it with my girls. Probably stop by and see my mama so she can stop blowing me up. I’ma go see Aunyae, Harvey and the kids tomorrow when they get back in town. The twins asked if I could take some pictures for their new line, but I don’t know,” she said somberly.

  The idea of pursuing anything regarding modeling was canceled. The mere thought of modeling anything, made Anika’s stomach churn and anxiety flare up like a horrible forest fire. She went as far as unfollowing all the modeling pages on her Instagram. Them attacking her went far beyond the physical. They had tarnished her spirit, drive, and what she felt was her purpose in life.

  Before she even thought of modeling and taking it seriously, other heavy-set women and young girls stayed in her comments on social media. They’d show her praise for her banging plus-sized body, beautiful chocolate coated skin and confidence. Anika was cool as a fan and thanked them all but didn’t take them saying she should model into consideration until her abrupt departure to California. It was something about the move that had motivated her to pursue modeling, but now she wished it hadn’t.

  Rubbing his hand back and forth over her stomach, Lano said, “Don’t feel obligated to do anything you don’t want to, Nik. You won’t be the first person to tell their spoiled asses no.”

  She smirked and looked Amiya’s way. Her male friend Soterio had slid through the crib and had Amiya blushing like crazy. She was spoiled true indeed. She and Maliya both were, but it wasn’t even about saying no to them. Anika really wanted to model, but she hadn’t reached that point where she could do it, and it come naturally. She wanted the feeling she had the morning of her attack but didn’t know how to get back to that place. Her writing it all out had been therapeutic, but it just wasn’t the same. It was so bad, she didn’t even want to take pictures when they went to Greece.

  “I know, but it’s not about them ya know? I just wish things were normal again.”

  Not needing her to break down in front of everyone, Lano pulled her face to his and soothingly, whispered encouraging words in her ear. He was more than a killer to Anika. Lano was her best friend, confidant, protector, business partner, and man all wrapped into one. More than anything, Lano wished he could take the pain she was feeling away. Since he couldn’t do it mentally, physically, niggas had to pay.

  “They will be. Just give it some time. You are so strong and watch this come back be more than what you ever expected. Fuck them little photoshoots you thought you was gon’ be doing,” he said, and Anika chuckled wiping at her face. She was turning into Tesh with her cry baby ass.

  “We all have to start somewhere. You want something more to eat?” she asked.

  The way he was nibbling on her neck, Anika thought he may have been hungry still. Sliding his hand between her legs, Lano gave her plump middle a squeeze.

  “Yeah, not no mothafuckin’ food though,” he spoke nastily, sucking on her neck.

  Squirming in his lap, Anika shied away from him. As much dick as he had given her while on vacation, she didn’t understand how he still was all over her. That was a man in love for you, though. When he mentioned them sneaking away real fast, Anika shook her head no and made eye contact with Solai. She was across the room running her fingers up and down Juvie’s back in a calming manner.

  “Look at them, bae. Juvie got a small cough and acting like the world is about to end,” Anika snickered.

  “What you over there whispering to Lano about?” Solai asked, already knowing she was talking shit.

  “How you babying that grown man. Give him some cold medicine and tuck him in so we can party,” Anika said just as Sen walked back into the living room.

  Juvie sat up and yawned. “I don’t have a cold. My head is killing me.”

  “Come smoke this blunt then and quit whining,” Sen said nodding his head toward the back porch where patio furniture and a fireplace was at.

  Tapping Anika’s thigh, Lano kissed her on the cheek before she stood up.

  “I’ma go smoke, and then we can leave,” he told her, and she nodded her head.

  “We gon’ shake in a second too. E. Y’all good, baby?” Meechi asked his wife. Very pregnant wife.

  Meechi couldn’t even lick his lips around her, or she’d be pregnant again. This was baby number three, and at the beginning of eight months, Erica was so ready to meet her baby boy. When they found out she was having a boy, she cried tears of joy. She loved Daiya and would’ve felt blessed if she was having a girl, but the way Sen had her spoiled, another girl wouldn’t make it with her big sister.

  Rubbing her belly, she nodded and yawned. “Yes. Go find your daughter and tell her I said it’s almost time to go.”

  With a head nod, Meechi and Lano left out of the family room and headed toward the porch. His search for baby girl would happen once he blew a few back with his fam. Standing from the seat Lano was in, Anika walked over to the couch and sat down. She hadn’t gotten a chance to sit and talk to the ladies about Lano’s court date and all the craziness of him getting arrested and now was the perfect timing.

  “Once he gets off probation, we’re moving back,” Anika said when Erica asked how much longer they’d be in California.

  “That’s not long at all. Y’all still gon’ make the wedding hopefully,” Neicey said.

  “Yes. I need to be a witness to you actually marrying Sen’s crazy ass,” Anika laughed.

  “You and me both. Thankfully, I hired a videographer so when I wake up the next day I don’t be tripping.”

  The women laughed at Neicey’s comment before it got serious.

  “So, about that photography bitch and Samia. What they on? We need to make a trip?”

  Monroe had apologized more times than Anika could count. The level of her remorsefulness had Anika side-eyeing her in the beginning, but it wasn’t fake at all. She felt so bad for what had happened, and though it couldn’t compensate ever, she refunded Anika her money for every service and sent over her edited and unedited pictures for free. Anika still hadn’t looked at them, and she didn’t know when she would. Some things just needed to stay untouched until ready. Her business was back open, but the energy she once had when doing shoot wasn’t there any more. Not how it used to be.

  Samia on the other hand, was a different story. Anika still wanted to lay hands on her, but she was waiting. She knew the broad was on some weird shit but had no proof. The big man upstairs needed to send her some receipts Anika knew he had on her. All she needed was one piece of evidence that she had anything to do with her attack, Lano’s arrest, hell just the simple fact that she had let her slide one too many times, was going to warrant her an ass whooping. The only thing saving her was Lano’s business with her and since he hadn’t too much mentioned anything about it in a while, the next time she saw her she was fair game.

  “Nope. I’ma hand
le Samia by myself. As far as Monroe, I truly believe she was just caught up with the wrong nigga business wise,” Anika replied, and they nodded in agreeance.

  “Yeah, it’s unfortunate she was so close to losing her life behind him. Niggas be into all kinds of crazy shit then wonder why women cut them off or never give them a chance,” Solai said.

  “Right. They’ll mess around and have you lose your life over some beef they had.”

  “So, y’all ain’t no ride or die?” Anika asked, and heads were scratched, lips were turned up and chuckles circulated the air.

  “I’m not dying behind no man. I have kids to live for,” Erica said evenly. “I love Meechi with all my heart, but my kids? Baby, that’s a kind of love I’ll never risk mine over.”

  All the women nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. That ride or die shit was cute and something to do when they were younger, but now? No, sir. Sen and Meechi knew not to even place their women in a position to leave their kids motherless. Regardless of how much street shit came their way, their kids were their lifeline.

  Anika was the only one who couldn’t agree with what Erica said and for one reason alone; she didn’t have kids. A mother’s love for her children was unparalleled to any love either of the mothers had known. Because Anika’s mother missed out on majority of her life from being depressed over a man, she missed out on that love. From both parents. Her dad was gone, and in sense for years her mother had checked out as well. Aunyae did her best to shower her with love, but as her sister, it just wasn’t the same.

  “I guess I’ll change my mind whenever we have a child,” she said.

  “You will. Trust me. I’m over all this violence. At some point in a man and woman’s life, they have to stop and ask themselves what are they living for? Before my kids, it was myself. I mean, I still do for myself, but my babies come first. Every thought, decision, plan, and execution is made with them in mind. What’s in their best interest? Not whether or not my husband thinks I’m a ride or die,” Erica chuckled but was serious as ever.

  “I’m down to support my man through his endeavors. Whether that be legal or illegal. Through the good, bad, and ugly. Encourage him on the days he feels like giving up. Provide him with strength, love, and be his shoulder to cry on because men do shed tears too, ladies. Meechi knows what his purpose is in life and even before I had Daiya, he knew I wasn’t dealing with any more bullshit or foolishness I could lose my life or self over. It’s all about what you’re willing to ride for. That same nigga you be riding for will cheat, lie, be insecure, get caught in a jam, or worse you die, then what? They want you to stick around and work it out all for the sake of trying to prove a point. He doesn’t respect you, your peace or anything you stand for, and that’s damn sure not love. All men aren’t worth riding for. Some you have to ride on by and let the next woman hop in the passenger seat.”

  Anika let Erica’s words sink in and sat in deep thought until she and Lano retreated to the hotel they were staying at until they left in a few days. What am I living for? She asked herself while stuck in a daze, staring out the passenger window. It seemed the question was getting tossed her way every other month, but she never had an answer. Making a promise to herself, Anika vowed to write out her goals for the next year. With so much happening this year and it only being the beginning of June, she was sure she’d have tons.

  The thing was, she had to follow through with accomplishing them no matter how hard the task seemed. She could admit that being a ride or die wasn’t something she lived for, but she did go hard for her man. The love he showed her on a consistent basis, the type she never received from any man, prompted her to have his back one hundred percent. Anika knew Lano wasn’t the type to leave her out in the world alone. He was worth riding for ‘til the wheels fell off. Another bitch could try to hop in the passenger seat if she tried. Anika would be kicking her ass right to the curb for sure. There was no room in their two-door coupe.

  “Bae,” Lano called out as he watched her amble around the room in deep thought.

  Pausing her strides, Anika faced him. “Hmm?”

  “C’mere right quick.”

  Lano’s eyes were red-rimmed, lids low and movements slow. The smoke session he and his boys had turned serious once Lano informed them about their impromptu visit. None of them were worried, but the heaviness of their conversation could be felt in the atmosphere. Pulling her onto his lap, Lano rubbed her back as she inhaled slow, deep breaths.

  “What’s on your mind? Talk to me.”

  “Tonight, just made me realize how much I miss being home. And how much things have changed between us.”

  Lano detected the sadness in her words. “Us? We good, right?”

  “Are we going to be good? I don’t even know what my days will be like anymore. The last few weeks of our lives have been peaceful, but I know there’s going to be more killing, more tears, more… everything of some shit I’m just tired of.”

  She sniffled and shook her head. The life he lived was the shit she was tired of, and Lano knew it. He couldn’t do anything about that right now, though. They were in the thick of it all, took a quick vacation to clear their minds, but it was back to it once he touched down and left court. He just needed her to ride it out with him a little while longer. Even if she didn’t want to come back to KC, Lano was going to let her pick whatever state she wanted to live in just to bring that peace back into their home. The niggas who disrupted it would surely be a distant memory by then.

  “I’m tired too, but we gon’ ride this shit out for a little more. Or, you wanna stay here?”

  Anika’s brows dipped as her face scrunched up. “Stay here while you’re there and leave you out there alone? Never. I love your cousins and all, and I’m sure they’ll be down to slide on them niggas with you, but right now I’m the only person you can trust. I’m not that damn tired.”

  Lano chuckled and massaged her breasts. They were sitting directly in his face; he had no choice. “You must really love a nigga, huh?”

  Maneuvering her body, Anika straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You know I love you DeLano Trevino. With all my heart.”

  Sealing her words with a long, passionate, tongue-filled, nasty kiss, Lano snatched her breath away. Her words had turned him on in the worst way, and his dick was straining to be let free. Those little biker shorts she was wearing, he slipped his hands into the back of them and groped her luscious ass cheeks while never breaking their kiss. Standing to his feet, Lano made them switch positions with Anika’s ass high in the air.

  Pulling her shorts down, he tossed them to the side while biting her cheeks and giving them a lick. A hissing noise was released from Anika, and he smacked her booty.

  “Don’t be all quiet. I need to hear you moan, scream, and cuss as loud as you want in this mothafucka, a’ight?”

  “Yes,” she responded breathlessly.

  “Yes, what?”

  She damn near came at the tone of his voice. “Yes, Papi,” she moaned.

  The seat of her thong was nestled between the lips of her pussy and Lano opted on pulling it to the side rather than taking it off. Kissing from the tip of her ear, collarbone that made her shiver, sexy as sin spine, and crack of her ass; Anika came undone just by the touch of his warm lips.

  “Bae,” she breathed needier than ever. She wanted to feel him, but Lano was a master at foreplay.

  He worked Anika’s body into a frenzy as her caressed each curve. Her body was a masterpiece, and the more he touched, the more he knew he couldn’t be without her. Live without her. If she was riding, Lano planned on making it worth her while. There was no sense in half stepping.

  Spreading her legs apart, Lano nastily slithered his tongue up her slit. Slowly, torturously, he flicked his warm tongue against her clit. As if a feast of food were spread before him, his tongue dipped into each crease, leaving no part of her puffy flesh untouched. She was so wet, the sounds of him slurping her mess up had Anika gripping the bedshe
ets for dear life. Her ass bounced back on his long tongue as if the two had practiced this dance to a science.

  “B-Baaaae! Yes! Yes! Yes!” her loud pants made him suck on her clit with fervor.

  The taste of her was so sweet, so fulfilling and Lano wanted to guzzle down every drop of her juices. Arching her back more and pulling her legs closer to her, Anika reached back and stroked his dick. When he discarded his shorts and briefs, she had no idea but was glad. Pre-cum oozed from the head he was so aroused. Eating her pussy was a sport, and Lano loved coming in first place. Though he loved seeing her fat ass bounce from the back, Lano was in the mood to make love. They could fuck another time.

  Flipping her over onto her back, he sucked on her clit a few more minutes until Anika cried to the heavens above. She thanked and asked God how anyone could eat her this good and Lano smirked while leaning over to suck a chocolate nipple into his mouth.

  “I wanna ride you,” she moaned out, feeling the head of his dick at her entrance.

  Rolling over, he pulled her atop him and ran his hands over her satin skin. The new body butter and scrub Lina had given her only enhanced her smooth skin. Grabbing his dick, Anika eased onto his meaty pole and let out throaty groan. Her head fell back, and heart skipped a beat at his intrusion.

  “Ride me, baby. Ride this dick like you own this mothafucka,” Lano gritted through clenched teeth, encouraging her.

  Her pussy was so warm, wet and tight, he thought he’d bust prematurely when she wound her hips. Anika rolled her body while Lano thumbed her swollen clit. When she lowered her legs to his side, he pulled her to his chest and kissed on her neck. Pumping his hips upward, Anika gasped.

  “Oooh, shit. You’re so deeeep.”

  “This wet pussy keeps sucking me in,” he hissed, not mad at all about it.