“She’s going to hate you anyway, nigga. I’m going to make sure of it.”
“Please– I love my family. I would never hurt Aubrey. I– I’m– I.”
WHAM!
Another foot to the face made him curl into a ball, pain soaring through his body. I leaned down, grabbing him by the collar. His body slid across the floor like a sack of cement. Blood smeared on my newly renovated floors. I didn’t bother to care. Tonight, nothing mattered but justice for the little girl I lovedmore than anything in the world and the rest of the little girls who had monsters living in their homes and in the bed with their mothers.
“Shit.”
I massaged my forehead. The pain from colliding with the metal of the top bunk was vicious.
Darkness surrounded me. I tossed my legs over the bed and placed my elbows on my knees. Warmth had overcome me. I was drenched in sweat.
I peeled off my shirt and hung it on the top bunk. Morning had yet to come. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since I’d fallen asleep. Neither was I sure when I’d fallen asleep. The days felt like months in here. The hours felt like days. The minutes felt like hours.
But I was awake now, and there was only one thing on my mind.
Freedom.
I retrieve the cell I’d been concealing. Upon powering it on, I was bombarded with text messages. I bypassed those from Fahaad, my mother, and an unknown number. It wasn’t until I opened Range’s message that my heart settled a bit.
The beating slowed. The heat didn’t feel unbearable. Neither did the reality of my situation.
Happy Birthday, handsome.
Underneath the message was an image. Range, at the counter I’d customized, with a cake in her hand and candles with fiery tips on top. She was wearing a gold cap shaped like a cone. A birthday horn protruded from her mouth. Balloons surrounded her.
Celebrating another year under the circumstances felt pointless. However, Range was proving otherwise. Underneaththe text and image was a video. I pressed the volume button before tapping the middle of the screen. It was imperative that there was little to no sound.
On top of the comforter, I hoped felt like a cloud underneath her, was Range in a cream gown. The silk glided across her skin with each movement. I watched intently as she slid it down her legs. It pooled around her waist.
I hardened watching as she propped the camera in front of her. FaceTime with Range’s pussy felt more like a gift than another year of life. Her parted legs showcased her sweet spot. She ran a finger up her slit, exposing the pinkness that hid within her folds.
I lifted my ass, shoving my briefs down my body as I planted my back on the bed. Even in the worst situation, Range had a way of making it feel worthwhile. I was locking her down once I touched ground. There was no doubt in my mind. Baby was a winner.
FOURTEEN
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Champagne fizzled as we withdrew our glasses and tipped them over our bottom lips. Rome’s eyes were pinned to me. I sipped the bitter bubbles and lowered my glass onto the table.
“Pump and dump. Pump and dump,” Royce chanted, pointing at Rugger.
Both women had children awaiting their arrival. Nursing was a large part of their worlds. It was an honor witnessing their adjustments. Life was treating them all well.
Baby Psong was a dream.
Baby Izzy was a ball of energy.
Both were splitting images of their mothers. Izzy had taken a liking to her father’s genes, but Royce’s were most dominant.
“What is it, baby?” I questioned Rome.
