“Of course, I do.”
“Then know that I will never let you down. I’ll protect you and my little man, a’ight?”
“Okay,” I reply softly with a smile as my heart explodes inside. He takes the damp washcloth, runs it between my thighs, and then pulls it to his mouth.
I watch in amazement as this crazy ass man sucks my washcloth into his mouth until he has sucked all my water and any residuals remaining from me on it into his mouth.
He can easily make a girl fall in love all over again with him.
Charisma got a little too comfortable last night. As we lay in bed, talking about CJ, she started up on the old shit about me leaving the MC. I told her that I wasn’t doing that, and she asked what kind of life we could have with me being affiliated with crime.
She said that she didn’t want her and CJ living a life on the run or him being exposed to the club activities. She pointed out that it also didn’t align with the public image she had built for herself.
In the end, we argued. I slept in the guest bedroom on sheets that smelled like my little boy, making me miss him. I hated that what had been a beautiful evening turned into an ugly night.
This morning, she brought it up again, and we argued some more. I think it’s time to give her a heavy dose of reality thatwe can’t be together. I’m not changing who the fuck I am, and I don’t know why she expects me to.
Why is it that women always want to make a man into their image? She needs to go out and find that perfect fucking man. When I told her that, she said that she already had, but I had kidnapped her from him. He was everything that a woman could want in a man, is what she said.
That pissed me the fuck off, and I went off. She ran upstairs to the bedroom, and I was hot on her ass. It took hours before we calmed down enough to even have a civil conversation.
Now that we’re pulling up to the clubhouse, that same tension pulsates between us. She climbs off the bike, throws her helmet at me, and storms away. I forced her to come today. She said that she wasn’t in the mood to be friendly or make small talk.
That’s fine; she doesn’t have to talk to a muthafucka, but she is coming because I said so. I snatch her helmet off the ground where it rests and place it on my bike before I follow her inside.
She’s in a corner pouting, and I see Juicy and Torch approach her. They say something to her, and she looks at me and rolls her eyes. They both turn to look in my direction, too, but I’m not on that shit.
I walk to where they’re sitting and snatch her up by the arm. “Aye. Don’t ever throw a muthafuckin’ thing at me again. You got that shit?” I shout so close to her face that I can see the deep amber sparkling in her eyes.
“Chaos,” Juicy warns with a harsh look on her face.
“Mind ya bizness, Juicy,” I growl.
“Just calm down, Chaos,” Torch pleads.
“You see this shit? You wanna throw tantrums and sashay ya li’l ass in here and show out for them. Now you bringing innocent folks in our shit. I’m not on that. Like I said, throw another thing at me, and I’m spanking that ass, Charisma.”
She snatches her arm. “Grow up, Chaos.”
I snatch her back again. “Keep frontin’,” I growl in a low warning tone. When her eyes water, I release her and shake my head. “Ya ass gon’ learn to quit playing games with me, girl. I’m a grown ass man.” Turning from her, I call out to one of the sweetbutts passing by. “Aye, Spank! Have you seen Digger or Priest?”
“Yeah, they’re holed up in his office again, baby,” she answers, sashaying by me in her bikini panties and nothing else. She pops herself on the ass and winks. “This ass misses you,” she calls out and blows a kiss as she saunters by.
“That bitch,” I hear Charisma hiss in the background.
“Girl, don’t play into that shit,” Juicy replies.
I walk away from them. It’s ironic that the same people Charisma wants me to stay away from are the same ones that she runs toward to have her side in our argument. I grunt and head straight to the back where Priest and Digger are. I knock on the door and wait for Priest to call out before I enter.
“Wassup, boy?” I greet Digger, who daps me up when I walk in.
“Can’t call it, my guy.” He hands me a beer, which I take and immediately open. I guzzle that bitch down as I drop down onto the couch.
“The fuck? Are you good, bruh?” Digger asks.
“I would be if it weren’t for nagging ass women.”
Priest shakes his head and replies, “Yeah, welcome to my world.”
