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It should’ve been illegal for a man to eat pussy this good and have the dick to match. I think I came four times on his face before I passed out. The last thing I remembered was him tongue kissing between my thighs while I came down from my release, before kissing me on the neck and saying good night in that deep voice of his.

SIXTEEN

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TWO DAYS LATER . . .

My personal phone buzzing around on my nightstand stirred me from my sleep. Carefully removing my arm from under Daylin’s head as she stayed knocked out possibly from last night’s sex, I sat up woodenly.

A nigga was tired, and the nuts I was releasing were powerful as fuck, taking everything out of me. I wasn’t complaining at all though. That fire Daylin carried between her legs had me mystified as to how even her exes before Shaun weren’t stalking her muthafuckin’ ass. I knew I probably would be, and I wasn’t even that type of nigga.

“Hello?” I frowned, already feeling anxious since it was Josias’s name on my screen.

Nothing good came from a call made at three in the fucking morning.

“Aye, they found Zaire unresponsive in some fucking hotel room! He en route to Little Company now!” Josias hollered, and I could hear the ambiance of the outside, letting me know he was driving.

“Aight. Aight.” I tried to keep calm, though I wanted to be on edge and spazzing the fuck out like he was. I didn’t have the luxury of showing emotions with my brothers, because they were some emotional niggas. If they saw me panicking and shit, they really wouldn’t be able to calm the fuck down. “Relax and don’t drive crazy. It don’t need to be two of y’all in that hospital, aight?” I spoke as I slipped on some clothes.

I glanced at the bed to see Daylin was still passed the fuck out and debated on whether I should leave her ass here and with no restraints. I quickly brushed my teeth, thanking God I had showered only a few hours ago after fucking the shit out of her, while I pondered on what the fuck to do.

I felt like Daylin and I had a different relationship at this fucking point, and me tying her up would take us back one hundred steps. Same time, if she played me, putting that good ass pussy on a nigga to distract me and then escape, it would be nobody’s fault but mine.

Spitting the mouthwash into the sink, I decided to take a chance on what I felt like was some real shit and leave her there unbound.

Hurrying out the house, I hopped in my whip and sped toward Little Company of Mary, praying the whole time that this was another case of Zaire doing too fucking much. I was pissed off at him but more so at myself because, like always, I felt responsible for him.

While I was worried about Daylin and romancing her, I should’ve been paying more attention to my little brother. I could only shake my head at myself dropping the fucking ball as I pulled into the hospital to park.

Rushing inside, I walked right up to the receptionist desk.

“Aye, I need to see Zaire Godfrey,” I let her know, tapping on the elevated counter she sat behind.

“Alright, and who are you?”

“Rakim Godfrey.”

She stared up at me and simply nodded, choosing for whatever reason—though a good one—not to ask any more fucking questions. We had the same last name, and that was good enough, shit.

She passed me a sticky name tag while telling me what floor he was on, and I was halfway on the elevator before she even finished her damn sentence. I shot Mylo a message to let him know it was an emergency and to guard the ranch, not to be sure Daylin didn’t leave but to be sure she was protected. The home was in a deserted area, but you could never be too safe in the industry I’d worked in, despite my obscurity.

Mylo: On it.

Stepping off the elevator, I charged down the hall and spotted Josias waiting alone, which I hadn’t expected.

“Fuck. They got me waiting still.” He hopped up to approach me as I entered the waiting area.

“You hit Pops and Ayan?”

“Nah, just you.” He shook his head, and I nodded, pulling my iPhone out of my pocket.

Dialing my father, I listened as the line trilled before he finally answered, clearing his throat.

“Yeah?”

“Aye, Zaire was found not breathing, and they had to rush him to the hospital. We up here now waiting to see what the verdict is. I can shoot you the address⁠—”

“For what? I ain’t coming up there, Rah. This is typical Zaire behavior. You niggas can continue to let him pull you in on the fucking merry-go-round, but I been got the fuck off.”