She hesitantly placed her paintbrush down with a heavy sigh. After a quick pause, she stood and floated over to me. I knew she was burdened. It filled the room with a darkness that I didn’t like coming from her, because it wasn’t her natural aura. I was going to do whatever required to get her back to her normal.
By the time she was in front of me, I had my arms open, and she walked right into them. “What’s wrong, mama? You know you can talk to me, and before you lie, I know it’s something, so just put it on the flo’. I’m listening.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, a clear indication that she was debating on whether she should tell me or not. The stern look I gave her made her release a shaky breath before backing out of my arms. She walked to the other side of the room for her phone, then came back. I watched her unlock it and whatnot before handing it to me.
My blood began to boil, seeing the picture and the message. Not many people had Lo’s number, and I was going to figure out how this nigga had it. Palming Lo’s cheek, I bent down so we were eye to eye.
“He only wants to scare you because he knows he don’t scare nobody else. We look good as fuck together. I’m about to use that photo as my profile picture, because fuck him and whoever works for him. You are safe, LoLo. He can only have control over you if you let him, and I say fuck that nigga. You’re tougher than that. This is a mind game. You’re a woman, and y’all are much better at them.”
I smacked her on the ass for emphasis because I’d already told her about that scary shit. “Wait . . . you’re mad at me?”
I sent another sharp slap across her cheeks that made her hiss. “Damn right, because I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you’re safe for you to get it. Fuck that nigga. He’s nothing. Do you understand me?”
She was not expecting this reaction out of me, but by the look on her face, I could tell it made her pussy leak a little bit. She knew I was right. She had decided not to be afraid anymore, and I wasn’t going to let a little threat reverse all the work she’d done. It was fuck Emir for life. He had no power over her, but the woman in front of me absolutely had all the power over me.
“I understand,” she replied before dropping to her knees in front of me.
I looked down my body at her, and she was so beautiful that I could only act on my impulse to have her right now. Because of my sweatpants, it was easy for her to push them down my legs and release my erection into her soft hands. She moaned, seeing the precum oozing from the tip.
“Wow, so a spanking turns your freaky ass on, huh?” I teased in a low voice. The same way I’d surprised her, she’d hit the reverse card on me, because now I was stumped.
She nodded, then swiped her tongue across my tip. The hiss I released seemed to satisfy her in every way. In a quick motion, she gripped the base of my dick and pushed all of me inside of her mouth. She told me I was the perfect width and length. Nothing too crazy but something so right that she creamed every time she thought about me.
I gripped her hair in my fingers, while she thrived off knowing she was getting to me. Lo’s head was fire as fuck. She sucked my dick like she needed my forgiveness to breathe. She had allowed Emir to get to her, but it had better be the last time. There was nothing to fear because . . .
“I got you, mama. I promise I’m handling it.” My strong voice ripped through the sound of her slurping my shit up with passion. The feeling of her jaws tightening around my dick kept me in the present. Her mission was to weaken me, and because of the way she was taking me to the back of her throat, I would continue to let her ass win.
“You know you don’t have to do this?” Dior said when I entered the garage.
He was in there with my father, Keem, and Mo, chopping it up while I finished getting ready. I lifted my chin higher to look up at him when we came body to body. My arms went around his waist as he pinched my chin. His locs were wavy, and I loved that crinkle fry look on my man.
“I know, but I want to. I’m bringing home that money,” I assured him. It had been a long time since I was in a race, but I was fiending for an opportunity to push my bike to its limits. This was going to give me the burst of freedom and adrenaline that I was craving.
Dior sighed with a quick nod. He released me only to pull a jewelry box from his back pocket. “This is for you. I want you to wear it tonight.”
He opened it up to reveal a beautiful CCB chain that was dainty and girly. My eyes teared up when he walked behind me to place it around my neck. The diamonds were cold against my sternum, but I welcomed the feeling. Once the necklace was on me, he placed his lips by my ear.
“There is a tracker on this if there is ever an emergency. All you have to do is hit this button here, and I will be on the way to you.” He showed me where the tiny emergency button was on the back side of the chain. “Press it.”
I did as I was told, and the phone of every man in the garage started to scream this obnoxious ringtone. I realized they all would know where to find me in case of an emergency, and that was so assuring. I swallowed my bubbling emotions to look at Dior. I motioned for him to give me a kiss, and he did.
“That’s why I’m about to win this fucking race. No one does it better than CCB.”
He winked at me with a proud smile. “Damn right. Real cutthroat shit. Let’s ride out.”
I was racing against five other women today, all from various biker clubs in the state, but Dior said most people were rooting for Lauren or Lady Fox amongst FBA. She was the ol’lady for their president and a very good rider. We’d grown up together from grade school, up until we graduated high school, because her father was a member of CCB. He was exiled, though, forstealing back when we were teenagers. I was sure it would feel like a personal victory to beat the daughter of the man who embarrassed her father.
I knew she was my only competition for real, and I was looking forward to beating her. Anybody that was against my father was against me. I understood that now, and since respect was earned, my only goal was to get mine. I saw dirty stares from the women because, obviously, if you were going to go for any president, it would be Quadior.
He was a catch, but he was selective. Bourgeois even when it came to his women, and yet I was his choice. I loved that for me, but these hos hated it. There was one other girl in particular who kept giving me the stank face. I paid it no mind as we lined up at the starting line.
I glanced over at Dior to see him standing proudly in place. He winked at me with a grin that almost shifted my focus to him. But the sound of revving engines brought me back to the present. I released a breath and got into position. I didn’t inhale again until it was time to take off. I shot off like lightning, headed straight down Main Street.
The path for the race was secured by cars blocking any intersections we were supposed to go through. I saw Lauren gaining on me in my rearview, but there was a right turn coming up. Instead of slowing down, I increased my speed to hit it. I was halfway down the road when I noticed the way Lauren and the other girl who was mugging me began to try boxing me in.
I increased my speed, but they kept gaining on me. I was so focused on them I didn’t notice they were leading me in a new direction until it was time to turn. I nearly went tumbling, feeling the heat of the road as I came close to the ground. However, I regained control and lifted back up again. We all went left while the rest of the girls in the race continued down Main Street headed toward Prosper Ave.
My gut was screaming at me that something wasn’t right. I knew without a doubt that they were leading me into a trap. There was traffic in this direction, yet we were zipping through lanes, ignoring any and all traffic patterns. I saw the sign saying we were headed for the interstate and slowed down enough to hit the emergency button on my necklace. I didn’t know if Quadior suspected something like this could happen or what, but I was thankful for his readiness. I exhaled a sigh of relief knowing help was on the way.
