“You don’t have to kill him, Tavion. I’m serious. It’s not because I still love him, or have feelings for him, either. It’s because of the love that I have for you, and me not wanting anything to happen to you. I would lose my mind if you had to go to prison for murder. Look at what I’m going through with my dad. I can’t handle that happening to you too,” she pleaded with me.
“I won’t kill the nigga. Ima beat his ass though,” I said, and she just rolled her eyes.
“I’m sure you are,” she tried to stand up, but I put my hands on her thighs that were folded. She was still sitting Indian style. I didn’t want her to get up.
“Let me go in the bathroom, so that I can get myself together. I feel like you have me acting like a weak ass bitch, and I hate that for me. It’s quite literally embarrassing,” she sassed, and that shit made me laugh.
“Bae, I don’t think you weak. I swear to God I don’t. I just think you crazy, and that’s the God honest truth. I can deal with a little crazy though,” I let her know.
I think it was too soon for her to laugh at what just gone down because she rolled her eyes at me again, and this time, she stood up.
I stayed on the floor, planting my hands behind me, and I leaned back a little bit, just looking up at her. She pulled the claw clip out of her hair, allowed her hair to cascade down her back, only to pull it back up, and clip her hair back. During the crashout that she had, her hair had gotten a little disheveled, so she was just fixing it.
When she finished, she walked over to me, stood over me, so her pussy print was right in my face. I had a perfect view of it from the biker shorts that she was wearing. With my hands still resting behind me, I leaned my head up a little bit, just to place a few kisses on her pussy through the shorts. Not wanting to start up anything with me, she eventually walked away, going for the bathroom, where she got herself together, just like she told me she would. She spent about five minutes in there, and then she came back out, leaving the room, going back downstairs, so that she could finish with dinner.
I stood up from the floor, and since I was already up here, I decided to go into the bathroom, so that I could take a shower. I removed my clothes, and I stepped into the massive shower, allowing the hot water to beat against my skin. During my time in the shower, I had no choice but to think about all the shit that I kept getting hit with.
Toby was at the top of my list. That was the one nigga where I could feel it in my gut that I had to tackle that situation before it got worst. I wasn’t too worried about that nigga Garrus. I planned to pull up on him tomorrow and wreck his world. It was a lot of shit going on, but I knew that I could handle it.
I finished up in the shower, and after that, I went over to the sink, so that I could wash my face. I walked back into the bedroom, where I threw on a pair of briefs, and sweatpants. I slipped into a new pair of socks, and some slides. After that, I went over to Dionne’s bags that she pulled out, and I took the clothes out that she’d packed inside and placed them back into the drawer. Next, I put her duffle, and her suitcase back in the closet.
From there, I jogged down the steps, and as I was walking into the kitchen, I saw that Dionne was plating our food. I wentover to the dining room, where she came with my plate, and hers. She grabbed one of her Poppi drinks out of the refrigerator and came back with a coke for me. She then brought over the hot sauce, and utensils, and once she sat down, I thanked her, said the prayer, and we started eating.
“To sprinkle some good news after what just happened, I’ll go ahead and let you know that on the ride home tonight, my mom hit me, and she told me about my dad. The night I got locked up, he came in there shortly after me. He was drunk, so I thought that it was just a simple DUI charge, and he would have been out. My mama told me that he was drunk driving, and he hit somebody. The person is in the hospital, in critical condition. If he dies, that nigga ain’t ever getting out of prison. It’ll be sad for the innocent man to lose his life, but I’m going to bed tonight hoping and wishing that that nigga get his karma in the worst way, where he’ll have to spend the rest of his days behind bars,” I told her, and when I finished, she smiled a little bit.
It was one of those things where I guess she was numb when it came to my dad, so she probably didn’t feel happy or sad about what I shared with her.
The dirt was already done. He’d already violated her, so I guess it wasn’t much that she could feel about the situation.
“How does that makeyoufeel though?” she asked me.
“I don’t feel any kind of way about it. I got a little relief that after all the bad shit that he has done, that he’s finally getting his karma, but it ain’t one of those situations where I’m overly excited about the shit, or I’m sad. You feel me?” I asked her, and she nodded her head.
“Was there ever a piece of you that longed to have him change? Where you wanted him to get it right, so that your relationship with him could flourish?” she asked me.
“Yeah, but that was years ago when I was a kid. I haven’t had those kinds of thoughts in years. I got older, and wiser, andI stopped dwelling on what could have been. I’ll never be the kind of father to my kids that he was to me. I just can’t imagine living a life where I have a product of me running around, and I’m not out here, handling my business like a man. Even if I didn’t have the kind of money that I have, where I could give my kids a good life, I would still be there and do my part with what I have. Motherhood going to be a beautiful experience for you. I know the way that I’m going to pour into you. Ima pour into you, support you, and do all the things that my dad should have done with my mom. Ima love on my kids so much that they probably going to be annoyed as fuck with me. Ima be the kind of the father that’s trying to heal the inner little boy in me, so you don’t ever have to worry about doing motherhood alone, or me being a deadbeat,” I voiced, putting my hand on her stomach for emphasis.
I could tell that I made her hot with my words because she nervously cleared her throat, removed my hand from resting on her stomach, and she finished with her food.
The rest of the night was cool. No more crash outs on her end. The food was good. Dionne was getting much better with knowing her way around the kitchen. Along with the videos that she would watch with recipes, she also had a relationship with my mom, so she would go to her sometimes for pointers, or she would call her mom, or her grandmother.
I could taste the love that she put in this meal. When we finished eating, I stayed down to help her straighten the kitchen up. When we got upstairs, I went out on the balcony in my bedroom, so that I could smoke a blunt. With the night that I just finished having, I needed this motha fuckin blunt.
Dionne handled her business in the bathroom, taking a shower, and stuff. She came out on the balcony about twenty minutes later, her body free of clothes, and she dropped right to her knees, getting my dick out of the sweats that I was wearing,giving me some of the nastiest head that I ever received in my life.
I came home with a mission, saying that I wanted a home hooked meal, head, and pussy, and I got all of that. It came with a crash out, and a full-blown tantrum, but look how it balanced out at the end of the night.
I was going to call this calm before the storm. I bet I pull up tomorrow, and I wreck shit. I have a few things to handle tomorrow. Shit that couldn’t be swept up under the rug any longer.
Chapter 14
Garrus Whyte
Cut The Check
It was ten at night, and I was the only one left at the show room. One of my employees rented out a Lamborghini Aventador to a client two days ago, and I was angry as hell with him because he fell for one of the oldest tricks in the game, not properly going through the steps of ensuring that the I.D that he’d given to him was legit, so he ended up renting to a fuckin minor.
It got back to me when another one of my employees came to me, showing me a video that was going viral on Instagram, where the little nigga that rented the car was speed racing on i-95 with another car. The video was reckless. So many bad things could have happened. Of course, the employee that rented the car to him was fired, and I had been personally calling the driver all fuckin day to have him return my shit, threatening him that if he didn’t have the car to me by tonight, that I was going to have the cops pull up on him. This simple ass nigga told me that he was in Tampa with the car, using it for a video shoot, and that he would have the car back to me by ten. Here it was, a little after ten at night, and I was standing outside, waiting for him to pull up. I couldn’t wait to lay into his ass when he got here.
