“Not sure, but she’s good now.”
“Jah… Mi o’ mek aunty run a check on her tomorrow,” he says, already solving the problem. That simple promise loosens a knot in my chest.
“Thanks babe.” He moves closer, stretching out beside me, and the mattress dips with his weight. This man is trouble in black, plain tee, track pants, and that aura that steals breath. I still feel shy sometimes, crazy as that sounds.
“You good?” he asks, searching my eyes. Instead of talking, I let my eyes answer for me. He smiles, slow, knowing. My heart trips.
“Everybody know you a mi woman cause words inna the street. So mi wah know yuh Gov when mi nuh round yuh zi mi?” he tells me. He reaches for a small box on the nightstand and set it on my lap.
“Open it.” I lift the lid and suck in a breath. A compact 9?mm rests inside, matte black.
“Nickoi…”
“Mi know you’re not about this life even though yuh did mek it clear seh yuh wah be apart of my world. So, now you are,”I said that?Yes you did.
I nod. “Uh… Okay.”
“You said you wanted to be part of my world,” he reminds me gently. “If you ride with the Don, you ride strapped.” His tone is matter-of-fact, but his hand squeezes mine. “I’ll get you proper training.”
“I hope I never need it.”
“Me too,” he nods. I sigh, closing the box. The weight of it is reassuring. He tucks the gun away, then rolls onto his side, head nuzzling my neck. For a moment we just breathe. The house is quiet enough to hear the twins sighing in their sleep on our monitors we keep on the nightstand. I climb across the bed and lay on his chest, inhaling his aroma. His hand slips to my waist… then lower. Firm grip on my ass. I let out a soft laugh and peek up at him. His attention on his phone, I smile down at his fingers playing with the edge of my shorts.
“What’s that?” I ask, curiosity bubbling.
“Mi just a look pon the video,” he mumbles, clearly amused by something. I lean over, my chin on his chest. He tilts the screen and I see the two of us, he zooms in on my ass, then his hand gripping my hair, me hugging his waist. My hair spilling over, him shirtless, both of us looking like the perfect match, like we could be on Pinterest.
“Aww,”I smile and snatch the phone before he can pull it back. He doesn’t fight me.
“Don’t go in a mi gallery though.” He bites his lip. So basically he wants me to.
“Why not?” I tease, already swiping.
“Zara…” he playfully warns. But I already see the “Hidden” folder. Of course I press it. I know what to expect. It was never a secret. “Zara,” he repeats, more ‘serious’ now, but it’s too late. His Face ID unlocks it. A grid of thumbnails loads and my heart skips a beat. My mouth hangs open.
“I am a rude likkle girl…” I mutter and he chuckles.
“Mi tell yuh nuh go in deh.”
“No sah… this what y’all be doing when I’m sleeping?” I say, pretending to be an onlooker. He’s watching me now, clearly entertained.
“How dem make yuh feel?” I tap the screen and one of the videos starts playing, just enough to catch a whisper of my voicemoaning his name, his fingers tracing my skin, and his phone propped against a pillow.
“Sexy…” I laugh breathlessly, half hiding my face. “Grown…”
He leans up on his elbows. “So yuh like dat?”
“Do I like it? My favorite part is how yuh angle the phone like you a content creator,” I blush. He starts laughing, voice raspy.
“Mi affi get the angles right.”
“I seeee,” I laugh. He’s literally catching everything.Ugh. My moans are one thing, but the view, and this man’s face expressions???Oh. My. God.I pause, glance back at the screen, then lock the phone and toss it beside us. “We aguh do more?” I ask, sitting on his waist. He grips my thighs and smirks. His eyes answer for him.
“From yuh consent to it… we can make it happ’n.”
36
Corrupt
