A Street Doctor's Virgin: Standalone

10. Carmine

10

Carmine

“ W hat?” Carmine answered the phone for Nico, pulling the blanket over his son then kissing his forehead.

“How fuckin’ long do you plan to hold this shit over my head, Carmine?”

“As long as I damn well please,” Carmine smirked, knowing that Nico was cracking under the pressure.

Initially, he planned to tell Luca how much of a snake Carmine was, then he thought better of it. The information he had was worth more to him if he held on to it. He could make Nico do whatever the fuck he wanted him to do so long as he was holding on to it.

Nico sucked his teeth. “I’m not going to do this with you—”

“Actually, you’re going to do whatever I fuckin’ say, Nico, or you can tell Luca yourself. Fuck off my line,” he snapped before hanging up.

“Daddy!” Caterina joyfully shouted as she jumped up and down on her bed.

Carmine grabbed her mid-air and kissed all over her face. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for bed, princess?”

“I am getting ready for bed. First, I jump. Then, I sleep,” she wiggled out of his arms and resumed her jumping.

He lovingly stared at his three-year-old daughter while she jumped and squealed with excitement. Carmine had it bad for his little princess, so he was never able to enforce the rules with her. His kids’ bedtime was eight on the dot, and his Junior typically went to bed with no problem. Caterina, on the other hand, was always a wild card. Sometimes she’d go down without a fight and other times, it was a struggle. Regardless, Carmine always let her get away with whatever she wanted.

“Okay, okay,” he grabbed her again after a few more minutes of her jumping. “Mini me, you must go to sleep now.”

“Wait, Daddy, I didn’t say my prayers,” she tried another tactic.

Chuckling, Carmine put her down and kneeled beside her while she said her prayers. She started telling Jesus everyone and everything she was thankful for. What Carmine thought was going to be a quick prayer turned into a fifteen-minute-long thank-you list.

“Okay baby girl,” he scooped her up and placed her in the bed, kissing her forehead as well. “Time for bed, beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too. Do you want to read me a story?” She peered at him with her bright, blue eyes.

“I would love to read you a story, but something is telling me that you’re just trying to stay up.”

She pouted. “No, I just wanted you to read to me.”

Carmine looked at her for a few seconds before grabbing a book from her bookshelf. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he read I Don’t Want To Be A Frog . By the time he got to the last page, Caterina was fast asleep. He put the book back in its place, tucked her in then walked out of her room.

Since he didn’t want to be bothered with Victoria, he headed downstairs to the basement that he had converted into his mancave. He prayed that Victoria stayed her ass in their bedroom and didn’t come fuckin’ with him. After receiving pictures earlier from the person he had keeping an eye on Saige, he was liable to shoot Victoria right between the eyes. Even though Saige was who he was mad at, he would never take it out on her. The way his blood was boiling after seeing Saige smiling in Quadir’s face had him ready to kill Quadir on sight. He had no idea that they knew each other or even how, but he planned to end that situation quickly.

Firing up the blunt that he’d rolled earlier, Carmine placed a Facetime call to Saige. She ignored the first call which sent Carmine into an abyss of anger. He tapped her name again and started making mental plans to get on the jet if she ignored him twice.

“Yes, Carmine?” She answered with a look of annoyance etched on her face.

He blew out a cloud of smoke and smiled slightly at the sight of her beautiful face. Looking at her full lips instantly made his dick hard, and his anger melt away.

“Why you answering the phone with an attitude? You’re too beautiful for that. What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing. It’s late. Did you need something?”

“I thought you were over me being married?”

She sighed loudly. “I am.”

“Then why am I getting all this attitude? Does it have something to do with a certain doctor?” He decided to confront her.

“What are you talking about?”

“Saige,” he chuckled, inhaled, exhaled, and stared directly into the screen. “Whatever you thought you had going on with Qua, kill that shit before I kill him.”

Her eyes enlarged. “W-w-what? Did he tell you?”

“He didn’t have to, Saige. Just know that I know, and you won’t keep seeing him,” he told her.

“So, you get to be married, but I can’t go on dates with other men?” She chuckled sarcastically. “That’s classic.”

“I pay you good money not to see other men. That’s the whole point. And I told you, I don’t love her, babe.”

“Then how about you stop paying me, Carmine? Huh? I want out of this situation.”

Quietly peering into the phone, he continued smoking his blunt as if Saige hadn’t said a word. Finishing his blunt a few minutes later, he tossed the roach in the ashtray and reclined comfortably into the sofa.

“Love, you know me and you are a forever thing.”

“Tell your fuckin’ wife that,” she scoffed with an eyeroll.

He smiled at her attitude. “I’m going to come see you tomorrow. You’re acting out because you need some act right, but don’t worry, papa will come make it right.”

“That’s not a good idea,” she voiced, running her hands through her natural, loose curls.

“Why the fuck not?” He barked more intensely than he meant to.

Saige screwed her face up. “Carmine, who the hell are you talking to?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. You know I never want to talk to you like that,” he quickly calmed himself down. “I just…I need to see you, tomorrow.”

“Well, what if I don’t want to see you?” She asked quietly, looking down.

“That’s fine. I’ll just see you another time,” he told her before hanging up.

He immediately texted the family pilot, Aden, requesting to be flown to Virginia right away. Saige had him fucked up. He wasn’t sure if it was because of Quadir, or if she was still hung up on the fact that he was married, but he was going to get to the bottom of it. Once Aden confirmed that he could be ready in an hour, Carmine went up to his bedroom to shower.

“Going somewhere?” Victoria asked from the bed after Carmine got out of the shower.

“Why?”

“Carmine, I thought we could spend some time together tonight,” she spoke softly, slowly standing up and revealing the lingerie she wore. “You haven’t touched me in a while, and I know you have her , but I still love you.”

Carmine looked at Vicky like she had three heads. “Victoria, what in the fuck are you talking about? I only fuck you when I want to. It’s never on your terms, and it’ll never be on your terms again. You lost that privilege when you decided to sit on the next man’s dick.”

“Why don’t you just leave me, Carmine?” Vic shouted with tears in her eyes. “You’ve already moved on, you don’t love me anymore so just go!”

He dropped a Nike t-shirt over his head and took a few deep breaths. Victoria was begging for him to rock her damn jaw.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at her as she continued nagging him while he got dressed. “I’m doing my best not to put my hands on you!”

“See what I mean?” She shook her head. “Do you knock that other bitch around, Carmine? Or is it only your wife you see fit to abuse?”

Charging at her, Carmine raised his hand to slap the fuck out of her but stopped when he noticed there was no fear in her eyes. Victoria had grown accustomed to the abuse, so nothing he did put fear in her heart anymore. A devilish grin spread across his face once he realized what he needed to do. He quickly walked over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and grabbed his nine-millimeter out. Victoria let out a scream as he shoved it underneath her chin.

“Bitch, say another word, and I will fuckin’ kill you!” He spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t have to beat her ass because she does exactly as I say and when I say! You know why I keep yo slut ass around? To raise my muthafuckin’ kids! That’s the only thing you’re good at! Keep yo fuckin’ mouth shut and make sure my kids are good, or Ima put yo ass in the ground. Simple as that! Am I clear?”

“Y-y-yes,” she said with tears streaming down her face.

“Good,” he kissed her cheek then tucked his gun in his waistband. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Make sure CJ gets to school on time.”

Carmine grabbed his phone up and walked out of the room. When he reached the living room, he put on his black Nike hoodie, grabbed his car keys, and left the house. Sliding behind the wheel, he started the engine and drove to the hangar. Aden met him there, and Carmine boarded the plane. They were off the ground within twenty minutes and landed in Virginia in under two hours.

Hopping in the driver’s seat of the car that was kept at the hangar, Carmine sped off to Saige’s home that was thirty minutes away. By the time he was pulling up, it was well after midnight. He knew that Saige was sleeping, and the dark house was indicative of that. Shutting the engine down, he got out of the car and strolled up to the front door. Using the key that Saige had made for him, Carmine let himself in and quietly placed his keys on the table near the door.

He kicked his shoes off then pulled his hoodie off and slowly walked up the stairs. He wanted to see if he could hear any movement which he didn’t. Being that it was a Tuesday, he knew she had to work the next day. Saige always went to bed early when she had to work. As he inched closer to her room, the only thing he heard was the voices from the TV. Pushing her bedroom door open, Saige was sprawled out in the bed, naked as Carmine expected.

Licking his lips, he took his phone out and snapped a few pictures of his sleeping beauty before sitting his phone and gun on her dresser. He stepped out of his pants then pulled his shirt off. Sliding in the bed with her, he was relieved that Quadir wasn’t there because that meant that she was still his .

“Carmine?” Saige woke up groggily as he stroked her face.

He smiled. “Yeah, beautiful. It’s me.”

“What the fuck?” She woke up completely and looked at him like he was crazy. “W-what are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you, Saige. You were worrying me when you said you didn’t want to see me. What’s going on with you?”

She stared at him for a few seconds before sitting up. “Why would you just pop up at my house like this? You’d normally call first.”

“Is it because I’m married? You’re still not over it?” He ignored her questions.

“Carmine,” she rubbed her eyes and slid out of the bed. “I don’t want to talk about shit until you tell me why you’re here.”

“Here at the house where I pay the mortgage? The bills? Because I live here too, Saige,” he got out of the bed as well and stood in front of her. He attempted to touch her face, but she leaned away from him, causing him to screw his face up. “Oh, I get it. I can’t touch you now because Qua is touching you?”

“What? No, why are you stuck on that? He has nothing to do with the fact that I think you’re wildin’ for pulling up to my crib unannounced,” she took a step away from him.

“Saige, lay down,” Carmine demanded. “Let me inspect your pussy and make certain that that muthafucka hasn’t tainted you.”

Her head jerked back in shock. “Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“As a fuckin’ heart attack,” his jaw muscles clenched at the thought of Quadir touching her.

“No,” she spoke after an intense stare off between the two of them.

“No?” His jaw clenched tighter. There was nothing more he hated than a defiant woman.

“Carmine, you are seriously trippin’ the fuck out. Just go home, you’re starting to scare me.”

He smirked then walked up to her. Staring down at her, he tried to control the rage inside of him, but nothing was helping. He gripped her neck tightly which made her yelp in fear.

“Lay the fuck down before I lose it on you, love,” he whispered in her ear.

She started swinging on him because she was immediately in fear for her life. Carmine released her neck and grabbed her by the wrists next to stop her assault on him.

“Why the fuck are you being so defensive!” He shouted to the top of his lungs. “You let him fuck you, didn’t you!”

“Let me go!” She shouted back at him.

Letting one of her wrists go, Carmine slapped her across the face then tossed her on the bed like a rag doll. In his mind, Saige was acting just like Victoria, so now he had to teach her a lesson too. After punching her a few times and knocking her unconscious, he spread her legs. Sticking two fingers inside of her, nothing felt ‘off’ to him, and he was satisfied with that. Grabbing the remote to the TV, he changed it to ESPN, got back in the bed, and patiently waited for her to come to.