She clamped down around me. Her walls gripped my dick, like she knew she owned it and me. I fucked her hard, slammingin deep. The hood creaked under us as I drove in again and again. Her hands clutched my shoulders, and her nails bit into my skin through my shirt. As she muffled her moans against my neck, I bit her shoulder, teeth sinking into the soft flesh out of pure anger, marking her while I pounded relentlessly. Our breaths came in harsh pants as moans buried into each other's skin—hers hot against my collarbone and mine growled into her hair. I didn't care who saw. The lot was emptying out. Cars peeled away in a hurry, without the drivers glancing our way. A couple walked by twenty feet away, heads down in their phones, oblivious as I rutted into Ava like an animal.
Her pussy squeezed me tighter with every thrust, milking my dick as I fucked the shit out of her. Her juices coated me, dripping down onto the hood. I hated how good she felt, how her body pulled me in deeper, even as my mind screamed to stop, to walk away from this trap. But I couldn't.
I could feel my balls tightening. I felt the urge to cum, so I pulled out, yanking free with a wet pop. My dick jerked as cum shot onto the concrete.
“You so fucking stupid,” she seethed as she slid down off the hood. She fixed her clothes while snarling at me. She laughed, mockingly. "It ain’t like you can get me pregnant again right now, dummy. You should have pulled out five months ago, then we wouldn’t be in this shit."
I stood there, dick still out, softening in the cool air, chest heaving as the anger returned.
She glared at me as she walked towards the driver’s side door. “I’m so stupid. Leave me alone, Reek!”
Then she tore the door open and hopped in. She started the engine, glaring at me, and for a second, I thought she was going to floor the gas forward, pinning me between the wall and car, but I was too in my head, thinking about how good that pussy just felt to make sudden movements.
But, instead, she backed out of the spot and sped off.
After that, I headed straight to the laundromat. Rome might’ve been dead, but the accomplices he was going to hit the trap with were still a problem. They knew too much, particularly the value of what we had inside that trap house. Going through his phone gave us those accomplices’ phone numbers. These niggas weren’t even smart enough to use burners. Jamir pulled the numbers and tracked their movements until some of our soldiers were able to pull them off the street.
I parked out front and sat there for half a second with the engine running. Part of me was glad to have something to take my anger out on. Ava had me feeling too many different things at once. I knew what to do when I felt anger and lust, but all the wanting, fear, possessiveness, and regret, I didn’t know what to do with. So, yeah, I was ready to put my hands on somebody.
Finally, I killed the engine and went inside. Dryers hummed up front. Machines clanked. Customers folded clothes and minded their own business, having no idea what was beneath their feet.
I moved past the machines and through the back, then took the stairs down to the basement. Saint and Big A were already there waiting on me, and so were the three accomplices. None of them looked older than thirty. All three were tied up by the wrists and ankles. Their mouths were taped shut, and their backs were against the brick wall. Their fearful stares snapped toward me the second I came in.
Saint scoffed as I walked in. “Finally, damn. I been waiting to put in work.”
I shut the door behind me. “Let me get my rocks off first. I need to get some anger out. After that, you can do whatever you want.”
Saint grinned. “That’s cool with me.”
I looked at him. “Go get the table saw.”
He and Big A both looked at me with inquiring, curled brows. But Saint didn’t question it. He turned and headed out.
The second he left, the three men looked at each other, then back at me, breathing hard through their noses, eyes wide as hell. One of them started shaking his head like maybe if he did it enough, he’d wake up somewhere else.
“You ready to make that move to New York?”
One of our buyers in New York was receiving a large shipment through one of the trucking companies the cartel used for transport. I was appointed to go to New York to make sure everything went smoothly.
“Yea,” I grumbled. “I’m ready to roll. I need to get out of this city for a few days anyway.”
Big A watched at my frustrated scowl. “You good?”
I scoffed. “Hell nah, I ain’t good.”
He leaned against the wall with his arms folded. “Ava?”
I laughed dryly. “What the fuck else?”
He waited, letting me talk if I was going to. At the same time, I could hear the sound of Saint dragging the table saw down the hallway.
“Out of respect for the family, I’m always going to be there for me and Ava’s child. That was never really the question. I know I told her I didn’t want no parts of the kid, but I could never do that to the family. The problem is I never wanted this. I never wanted to be a some-timey dad. But since I don’t want a family, that’s my only option in this situation.”
“You don’t have to be with your child’s mother to be a great father,” Big A told me. “And you don’t have to have had a great father figure to learn how to be one.”
The saw scraped louder against the floor, getting closer.
“I know that,” I replied. “But I didn’t want any of this.”
