“I wasn’t making fun of it, and I’m sorry if it sounded like I was. It’s just…Angel, I’m mad at myself for even pushing you to that point. And I hate myself for letting it get that far gone with us,” I walked her over to the bed as she cried. “I’m a flawed ass nigga, so I’m not perfect, but I am trying,” gently, I laid her down and pulled her shirt up to her neck. “I want to build something real with you, Drek, more than anything in this world and you know that.”
“Then stop fuckin’ talkin’ to me like I’m supposed to be over it because you’re finally ready to get your shit together.”
“You’re right,” I French kissed her clit, causing her back to instantly arch off the bed. “You’re entitled to your feelings, Angel. I don’t wanna drag you through nothing else. I just wanna drag my tongue through this pussy until you go to sleep. Can I do that?”
Pressing on the back of my head, she opened her legs a lil’ wider. “Stop talkin’ and eat.”
With a smirk on my face and a song in my heart, I ate my favorite meal with pure pleasure.
Chapter Six
Dreka
“Wassup parentals?” I greeted my parents after walking through their house and finding them in the dining room.
My dad was the first to stand and greet me with a hug and kiss to each cheek. “Dreka.”
“Mmhmm, you’ve got that glow again,” my mother buzzed, hugging me next with a smile.
“What glow?” I snatched one of the muffins from the center of the table and took a seat.
“Xy glow,” they said at the same time and then laughed like something was funny.
“Well,” I shrugged and bit into the chocolate chip muffin, releasing a soft moan because it was so good. “Mm, Mommy, this muffin is to die for.”
“It’s to be high for,” she giggled.
I immediately spit the muffin out after having already swallowed some of it. “This is a damn edible?! Why didn’t you say so before I ate this shit? You know I can’t eat your edibles. They have me on my ass for twelve hours!”
I didn’t know where my mom found the weed, THC, or whatever the fuck she used to put in her edibles, but that shitwas dangerous. Making edibles was her passion, and whenever she made a batch, she sold out within an hour. I just didn’t understand how people could eat them and still move around during the day. I smoked weed but edibles were a different type of high that I didn’t enjoy that much.
“Relax,” my mom continued laughing, letting me know she was probably on her way to being higher than a kite. “I used very small amounts of THC in that batch.”
Throwing the muffin down on the table, I rolled my eyes. “The last time you said that, I was high for two days straight.”
“Rahdreka, stop exaggerating,” she laughed loudly and shook her head. “Have you heard anything else about what happened with your shop?”
“No. The police didn’t find any prints that didn’t belong, which means they used gloves, and Xy still hasn’t been able to track down the current owner of the car. It’s looking like a dead end.”
“And no one has said anything to you in person or on social media?” my dad investigated further.
“Nothing out of the ordinary, I guess. Since me and Xy have been out in public more over the last week, of course haters are in my comments, but that’s about it. No one has messaged me to claim their handywork, so I’m still at a lost.”
He nodded slowly. “Do you know if Xyleek has contacted any women he’s been dealing with?”
“He swears that no one he was dealing with would want to do that, knowing how he would react. Is that something he can be undeniably sure of? No. Women do stupid shit when they’re pushed to the edge.”
“You would know,” my mother gave me a playful look.
“Okayyy, I go to jail oneeeeee time,” I rolled my eyes again with a laugh.
I loved my parents with everything in me. I never knew my birth father, but Giulio had been in my life since I was ten, so I only saw him as my dad. When my mother met him, he was deep into the mafia lifestyle, yet it was never an issue for my mother or I. None of that street shit touched our doorstep, and that was the only thing my mom asked of him as my father.
Sometimes, Giulio pushed for me to be the image of what he thought his daughter should be like. And at the same time, he knew my mother and how she raised me to be; strong willed, hard-headed, and determined to do things my own way. They were my best friends though, and I was grateful to be able to say that.
“What brings you by anyway?” My dad looked up from his crossword puzzle.
“Damn. I need a reason to come see you two?”
