“Twenty,” Vani stuck her hand out with a grin.
Peeling two twenties from his bankroll, he moved back over to her and placed it in her hand. “Here. That should buy your silence forever. Now,” he unlocked his bedroom door and swung it open. “Get the fuck out, and next time, knock!”
Blowing raspberries at me and her brother, Vani switched out the room, and I finally started breathing again. He closed the door and locked it that time.
“Give her some more money later,” I encouraged him. “Xy, my parents would kill me if they knew I was here having sex.”
“They’ll never find out, baby, relax,” he kissed me, taking his shorts off and getting back into the bed with me. “How do you feel?”
I nodded with a smile. “A little sore but good.”
“I hurt you?” His eyebrows knitted together in deep concern.
The main thing I loved about Xy was how caring he was. Some of my friends said he caredtoomuch, but I didn’t see that as a problem. Any girl would want a man who cared too muchversus not at all. I hated all that non-chalant shit. I liked my man very much chalant about me! Xy cared how anything he did affected me, and he always sought my opinion with everything he did.
“No, you didn’t. You were very gentle, handsome,” I caressed his face. “I knew it was going to hurt a lil’ bit.”
“You want me to kiss it?”
I giggled at his freaky ass. “Youwantto kiss it, but no. Let’s just take a minute.”
“Anything you want, Angel,” he stretched his arm open, allowing me to snuggle against his bare chest.
Kissing his soft skin, I got comfortable in his embrace. “I love you, Xyleek.”
“I love you more, Rahdreka. I can’t wait to make you my wife, the mother of my kids, all of that. You’re my everything and as long as I got breath in my body, you’re mine. ‘Till death do us part.”
I pouted as the butterflies lit up my stomach. Little did my silly ass know, Xyleek meantexactlywhat the fuck he said.
Chapter One
Xyleek
June 2024
Said I’m never lackin’, always pistol packin’ with them automatics, we gon’ send him to Heaven, wait, wait, wait, wait…
Pop Smoke’sDiorblared through my sound system as I sat in my armchair puffing on a blunt. I fucked with his music heavy, so it was always in rotation. Watching the three shorties in my bed please each other, I rolled my eyes and my head fell backwards, my focus shifting to the ceiling. No matter how many women I used to pass the time, none of them measured up to Rahdreka. Every bitch was plain and lame in comparison to my baby.
I knew she was grieving her husband’s death and shit, but how sad could she really be about a nigga she didn’t truly love? I was a firm believer that in life, you get one true love, and we were it for each other. Somewhere along the way, things got fucked up between us, so we had to end our relationship temporarily. At least it was temporary onmyend, but she called herself moving on and getting married.
Drek knew good and gahdamn well that she was never supposed to get married to anyone but me. I felt like she did thatfor some get back for my prior indiscretions, so I took it upon myself to get my own get back. I made sure to look her husband in the eyes and let him know why his life was ending before I snapped his neck. That was nearly two years ago, so the fact that Drek wasstillcrying about it irritated the fuck out of me. That nigga wasn’t her soulmate.
I’d be glad when she stopped all that pump faking. Two years of dating and one year of marital bliss, Igaveher that while playing my part. We agreed to be friends after we broke up, but she knew just like I knew, there wasn’t shit friendly with us. That pussy, mouth, body, mind, heart, and soul all belonged tome. I stamped that shit long before Mr. 9-5 came along but still, I let Drek feel like she could make her stupid lil’ point.
For a year, I watched her post her ugly ass relationship goals posts with that nigga, pretending she was in love. Honestly, I’d seen enough, so I had to step in and do what only seemed logical tome. Otherwise, Drek would’ve let that shit carry on, and I just couldn’t have that. Her point had been proven, and now it was my turn. Of course, she had no idea I killed her husband, and she never would. Who I killed didn’t concern her, even if she did lay next to the nigga every night.
She accused me of his death, and truthfully, I was fuckin’ offended. Drek ain’t have one piece of evidence that I did anything but ran up on me talkin’ ‘bout,You killed him, Xy! I know you did!She didn’t know shit except for what she needed to know, and that was that I loved her. Period. The crazy part was that I didn’t even kill him out of jealousy. I can’t lie like the thought of him having what was mine made me smile, but it wasn’t the reason I snapped his neck.
No matter what Drek may say, I’m a nigga with feelings and a heart. I just express my feelings differently than most. When I approached her husband, I politely asked him to divorce her. He started acting like he couldn’t hear what the fuck I was saying,so I stepped in a lil’ closer to make sure he heard me loud and clear. I had zero intentions of killing the man, but when he told me he’ddiebefore he gave Dreka up…well, I made it happen.
For me, the problem was solved, but it then created another problem: Dreka’s grief. I’m not saying she’s not supposed to be sad; I mean, she did spend three years with him. All I’m saying is that if I were to die today, then she’d better be grieving for the rest of her fuckin’ life. She’d still been keeping me at a distance as her friendwithout benefits, and I was ‘bout tired of that shit, too.
People called my type of lovecrazy, but I just called itreal. I loved deeply, honestly, and for life, whether that was my life or hers, it really didn’t matter to me. Love didn’t come with no fuckin’ instructions, so I made shit up as I went along. Sure, my love might’ve come with body bags and a lil’ broken heart, but in my opinion, that was better than black eyes and side babies. I’dneverput my hands on her nor would I give another bitch a child.
“Papi, come to bed with us,” one of them called out to me, pulling me out of my deep Drek trance.
Standing up, I finished my blunt and dropped it in the ashtray next to the chair. Before I could join them and fuck out my frustrations, my TV turned on, which alerted me that someone was on the premises of my house. The only people that should’ve been there were already present. Shifting my eyes to the screen, my dick bricked up immediately seeing Dreka’s Lexus in my driveway.
