Chapter 20
TWENTY
ASAD
“She passed away this morning.”
“I’m so sorry, Miss Albright.”
“No, I’m sorry for all the trouble she caused you and your new lady.
I’m also sorry that you are just now hearing from me.
Truthfully, I’m embarrassed. While I know Mila had her mental issues, I know she also suffered a lot from the trauma her uncle caused her.
The mental issues were there before that.
The rape amplified them. I just wish she would have let me help her.
It seemed, after that, she trusted everyone but me .
. . blaming me for what she was going through. ”
“I understand.”
“Do you think you would be able to bring Jayceon to see me sometimes?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m still a little—”
“You don’t have to explain. I understand you not wanting him out of your sight right now, and you probably won’t for a while. It will be good to see you, too, baby.”
“I’ll try to bring him later today, if that’s okay.”
“It’s perfect. I’ll be here. This is my new number by the way. Lock me in.”
“Yes, ma’am. See you later.”
I ended the call, then rolled over in bed and put my arms around Ashanni.
We had a late night, partying at the family barn.
Z-Ro had pulled Mr. Storm out of the funk he was in, and that nigga was rapping every lyric right along with his ass.
The twins laughed at their dad and had let everything go that had happened earlier.
I truly believed that was his way of getting them out of the funk they were in as well.
My dad said the men were all in agreement to just leave shit alone unless it couldn’t be helped.
That talk was more for those Henderson hoodlums, though, especially Seven.
According to my dad, the nigga was heated, just like Mr. Storm used to be back in the day.
I just hoped those niggas adhered to the instructions set out before them.
I was glad that Mr. Storm and Uncle Legend didn’t allow this shit to come between them.
They’d been friends for a long time, before Mythic and Maui were even thought about.
I would have hated to see that come to an end over two grown people who were more than capable of making their own decisions.
Ashanni stirred in my arms and asked, “Who was that, babe?”
“Mila’s mother. She died this morning.”
She turned to me, staring into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“It is what it is, baby. I lost a lot of love for her over the past couple of years. I can’t say I hated her, but I was somewhere in the vicinity.
I try not to hate anyone, so I feel like this was God’s way of taking her before I got to that point.
As long as she was alive, she was gonna keep fucking with us, and eventually, I was going to really start hating her. ”
“Are you going to take Jayceon to the funeral?”
“I don’t know baby. He’s still so young and may not understand. We’re going to her mother’s house later.”
“Don’t sell my boy short. Jay understands a lot for a three-year-old. He’s so intelligent. Although he’s almost four, he’s still so advanced for his age. Make your decision after you talk to her mother and explain things to him.”
I kissed her lips and pulled her close to me.
It was ten o’clock, but neither of us wanted to get out of bed.
Jayceon stayed with my parents last night.
They’d left us at the barn, acting an entire fool.
Ashanni was drunk as fuck, and I had a slight contact high.
Z-Ro was like, “I didn’t know y’all got dine like this in the sticks! ”
Mrs. Tiffany had yelled out, “Big City Nome, Texas, baby!”
Rother couldn’t do shit but laugh at her crazy ass.
He didn’t leave until nearly two this morning, fucking around with the Hendersons.
He was tripping when he saw Jessica and Tyeis.
He recognized them, especially Jess, for the Noah video she was in.
Ashanni was all starstruck and shit. I had to make sure I was with her when she went to meet him so he would know that her fine ass was taken.
Whenever we went places, I would see niggas scanning her curves.
Couldn’t even go to the grocery store in peace.
I didn’t trip though. I knew I had the cream of the crop. I was the envy of every nigga that admired her. She wasn’t just beautiful on the outside. She was beautiful inside as well. She knew how to cater to me just like I catered to her. I loved every minute of it too.
After stretching, she got out of bed, and said, “Come take a shower with me. I smell like sour Tequila and spoiled weed.”
I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head.
She definitely inherited her parents’ sense of humor.
Mr. Jasper was in rare form last night. He was high as giraffe pussy, no lie.
The man’s eyes were barely open. I didn’t know how he was seeing anything.
For a minute, I thought he and Mrs. Chasity were gonna fuck on the dance floor.
Mr. Storm went to the kitchen and opened the door, telling them to go to their usual spot in the bathroom, because we didn’t wanna see that shit.
Everybody hollered in laughter, and they actually took his advice and disappeared inside with everyone watching.
I followed Ashanni to the shower, still on a high about having her all to myself.
We had to have a sit down, so I could let her know that I would be paying all the bills.
I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do regarding a job just yet though.
My boy, Brian, said they were really struggling without me, and that they would probably be calling me back.
As much as I loved what I did, they could kiss my ass.
I wasn’t finna be like Jimmy Kimmel and go back.
Their asses could suffer until they found someone else.
They obviously underestimated my abilities and didn’t appreciate shit I did around there.
People were making money on social media, so I would probably check that out and start my own analysis channel, breaking down the games like I knew how to do.
I knew it would take time to build my platform, but I was up for the challenge.
Ashanni insisted that I could work for their family business since I was good with numbers and shit, but I knew there was no way I could be in the office with her ass all day.
We wouldn’t get shit done. She wasn’t about to have her Uncle WJ on my ass.
Red Squared was also trying to get me to travel with him and analyze his technique and everyone else’s he had to beat.
We were supposed to be going to the Bill Pickett Rodeo to see everyone compete.
He and Carter Legend had also gotten an invite.
It had been a minute since I was able to chill out at one.
Plus, Ferris and I were slacking. We were so wrapped up in these women we didn’t have time for shit else.
Everyone was busy. The ladies found time to kick it, but it was always when Carter and Red had shit going on.
I stepped under the spray and pulled my baby to me.
It felt good to finally be worry-free. I hated that I took relief in knowing Mila was dead, but I supposed that was her fault I felt that way, especially after this last stunt she pulled.
I had a couple of nightmares the first two days, dreaming that she’d killed Ashanni and Jayceon, so I could live in misery.
I tried to be quiet about it, but Ashanni noticed because I was tossing and turning.
I kissed her head. “We should’ve gotten our drunk asses in here when we got home.”
She chuckled. “So we could fall and bust our heads open? I’m just thankful I don’t have a hangover. You weren’t nearly as drunk as I was.”
“No, but I was high from being around your dad.”
She giggled. “You better get used to that shit. I told him I would go smoke with him next weekend. I can only handle one. He will sit there and chain smoke that shit. I guess he’s used to it after all these years.
My mama said he started smoking to suppress demons and trauma from failed relationships, but now, I guess it’s just habit and a part of who he is.
Everybody know who the plug of Big City Nome is. ”
I slowly shook my head and chuckled. “I got the coolest father-in-law in the bunch. I swear.”
She looked up at me with love in her eyes. “Father-in-law?”
“Girl, you know you it for me. You being my wife is inevitable. Our families get along, especially our dads. Your dad been cutting his hair for over thirty years. He wouldn’t dare look for another barber unless your dad retired.
Jayceon loves you and calls you mommy already.
Everything is perfect, just like I knew it would be before I even stepped to you.
Fear is a dream killer, and that bitch almost killed us before we could start.
I’m grateful you gave her her walking papers so she could get the hell on. ”
She bit her bottom lip as she stared up at me. I smiled slightly, as she said, “I love you so much, baby.”
“I love you, too, but what’chu tryna do?” I asked as she slid her hands up my chest.
“You know what I’m finna do. I ain’t gotta try to do shit.”
She went to her knees and slurped my dick up like that shit was melting. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Her head game was to fucking die for. I grabbed a handful of her hair then lowered my head and jutted my hips forward so I could watch her mind-blowing performance.
“Shani, fuck.”
She stared up at me as she released her throat-gasm all over me.
That shit had me at the point of no return every time.
She went back to work, massaging her saliva into my balls, and deep throating my shit, letting me hear that gawking noise.
I couldn’t take that shit. She knew it. When she stared up at me, my lip twitched.
My savage was getting activated. I knew that was what she wanted.
I put my hand around her neck as my nut surfaced. “Here it comes, Shani. Fuck!”
I released her neck because I would have choked the shit out of her while I was nutting down her beautiful throat.
When she’d drained me dry, I grabbed her roughly, lifting her in the air, and pushed her against the marble wall.
This walk-in shower was the shit. It was spacious as hell, which made fucking her up in here so much more pleasurable.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, but I quickly adjusted her, sliding my arms beneath them and pushing her knees to her shoulders. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her head dropped back as I reached around her leg to grab her neck.
When I pushed my dick inside of her, she squirted. “Asad! Oh my God!”
“Damn, baby. Your pussy wanted me that bad? I should’ve woke your ass up at eight. Nigga had to piss outside, because my dick wouldn’t bend.”
“You can . . . push this big ass . . . dick in me whenever . . . oh shiiiiit!”
“You better remember you said that shit too, ’cause I’m gon’ hold you to it. As much as I love this pussy, you better not ever get off birth control. We gon’ have a fucking football team in this bitch.”
I bit my bottom lip as I dug her shit out recklessly, still slightly choking her.
Lowering my head to her shoulder, I bit it, then bit her neck.
As good as this shit was, I was surprised I didn’t have trouble with her past niggas not knowing their place.
They were fools for letting this shit go.
She had me a whole ass fiend out here after the first time.
I licked her nipple then sucked it into my mouth as I slowed my pace.
She slid her fingers through my short curls then grabbed my beard, pulling me to her face.
I licked her lips then slid my tongue to hers, kissing her with all the passion I could muster.
When I separated the kiss and went to her neck, she said, “I stopped my birth control last week, Asad. Get yo’ mind right, because when that shit wear off, we gon’ be off to the races. Hendersons don’t fuck around.”
I frowned and a carnal growl left my lips as I did my best to breach her cervix to place my seed right where it needed to be. “Don’t be saying shit like that. Every room in here will be double occupied. You ready to be the old woman in the shoe?”
She smiled but couldn’t laugh, because I was tearing that kitty apart piece by piece.
I lifted her further up the wall, letting my dick slide out so I could get a taste.
I sucked her clit in my mouth as she rested her legs on my shoulders and rolled her hips against my face.
When I felt the water falling on me from above, I knew she’d hit the switch for the showerhead above us. That shit only intensified the moment.
I gripped her trembling thighs and prepared to be anointed by God. When she released, she screamed out in ecstasy. I lowered her to my dick so I could join her there for the family vacation. I fucked her hard as I noticed her cream coating me perfectly.
“Ashanni, fuck! I love you, baby. Marry me.”
Her eyes opened, and she stared at me . . . barely. “Let’s go get the license tomorrow.”
I couldn’t contain my emotions, and neither could she.
She released tears of satisfaction, and I even released a few of my own.
She was everything in my world. I was begging and crying like Jodeci to be in her world and that shit paid off.
Now we were creating our own world filled with love, devotion, loyalty, and sex out of this fucking stratosphere.
I released inside of her, hoping my soldiers reached their intended destination. She slid down my body as I soared in the clouds, high from our love, until she pulled my dick back into her mouth, tasting our combined flavors. Yeah, this was the shit I was missing. A nigga would never miss again.