My words didn’t matter because they dragged me across the apartment floor, and out the door and the stairs, shielding my screams with their hands. When we got outside, they shoved me into the back of a van, and when I hit the metal floor, the impact vibrated through my belly, my spine, and my skull.
Once the door slammed shut, the darkness swallowed me, and all I could do was cry.
What the hell is happening, and how did this become my life? Was I dreaming, and was this even real?
If it is, I don’t care what they do to me. I just don’t want them to hurt my daughter. She doesn't deserve the wrath of whatever her father did, but something was telling me that heror I won’t make it through the night to see tomorrow. I see now that Crew finding out about the baby was a mistake after all.
Chapter 15
Crew
The next morning
When the sheer curtains exposed the sunlight, my eyes shot open, and Bria was sitting on the side of the bed in a silk robe, with something hot steaming from a cup.
“Good morning she smiled brightly.
“Good morning, how did you sleep?”
“Like a fucking baby.”
She reached over and rubbed across my chest.
“I'm sure you did. I hope you had fun last night.”
“Why are you saying hope like you don't know what the fuck you did to me. I haven’t had that much fun since I went to Coney Island as a child.”
She laughed because she knew what the fuck she had done to me.
“So, what are your plans for today?”
“Is that your way of telling me to get the fuck up out of here?”
“No, not at all. I'm just asking because I was wondering if you had time for breakfast, that’s all.”
“Of course, I do. I always have time to eat. You will learn that about me. What kind of food do you have?”
“Well, I was thinking we could do avocado toast and egg whites. Something light and fluffy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her ass.
“Nah, baby girl. I'm from the hood, so you can leave that Manhattan shit where it's at. Put that bread in the oven and substitute that avocado for some cinnamon and butter, like my mama used to make.”
“Oh, my god. You just brought back such a fond memory of my childhood. My grandma used to make that on the weekends when we would spend time with her. With a little syrup, too. I'm getting on that right away.”
She got up from the bed and went to the kitchen, and the sound of rattling pans filled her condo.
I made my way into the restroom, and Bria had all the fixings and personal hygiene shit I needed sitting on the counter. She even laid out an extra toothbrush for me. She had the same hospitality that I showed her when she was my guest. That shit stood out to me. Most women only want dick and don’t give a fuck how you leave out of their spot.
After I brushed my teeth, I made my way back out to the kitchen, where she was preparing breakfast, looking sexy as fuck in that silk robe. Every time she reached for something in the top cabinet, I got a little peek of her ass.
That shit turned me on so much because Bria was the type of girl that you don’t see her body exposed like this every day. Most females I fuck with make it so any nigga on the street couldsee their ass cheeks, but not Bria. Her ass was covered up most of the time, but now I was in here getting a show I had never seen before. It felt more personal. It made me want to stick my dick in her right now and listen to her struggle to breathe like last night.
Bria finished the cinnamon toast and made some eggs before pouring herself and me a glass of cold water. I tore my plate up and then sat on her couch to let my food digest.
“Are you satisfied, Crew?”
“Yeah, for the second time since I've been here. Come here.”
