Royal
A LESSON TO LEARN.
Maniac didn’t look like the cocky nigga that was so sure of himself when he asked for us to invest in his bullshit. He looked scared standing in the middle of his own living space with a busted lip along with fresh blood leaking on his white carpet.
Fear quickly made rich men look regular every single time. Brutal stood beside Amaris near the staircase with one hand wrapped around her upper arm, keeping her still enough for her father to see how real shit got from the slip of his mouth in the streets.
Amaris’s bull headed ass kept trying to pull away. She demanded for Brutal to get his hands off of her. I could see the annoyed look on Brutal’s face, but he remained calm and kept his hand in place.
“You a feisty ass broad,” Brutal murmured.
“Move bitch!” She tried to shrug him off again, failing to break free.
Her honeyed eyes flashed toward me next, and that bold shit right there almost made shit harder than it needed to be.
Because she wasn’t looking at me like she was petrified how any other woman would have looked in the moment.
This nutty ass girl looked at me like she was ready to challenge every obstacle I had in store for her ass, and that had my dick on brick mode.
Maniac took a step forward— a little too fast for my other guard, Tobari’s, liking. Tobari yanked Maniac back by the shoulder, pressing his nine-millimeter into the back of his bald shiny head.
“Roy please,” he cried out hoarsely. “Please. I’ll go get the money right now!”
I laughed dryly at that in disbelief. This greedy nigga never needed no money in the first place, but we entertained it since his personal matters was no concern for Luca and I.
We only cared about making the investment back in tenfold.
Maniac thought he was getting over. I was actually astonished that he felt bold enough to think shit would be sweet and easy.
Men like him always thought money fixed disrespect after the damage had already spread.
I reached inside my suit jacket calmly while his breathing picked up harder.
He probably thought I was reaching for a weapon.
Instead, I pulled out my blunt that I had been needing to hit since seeing Amaris’s fat pussy from the back.
The smell of her arousal haunted my senses.
It took all the self-control within me not to take her fine thick ass down right inside of her closet.
I wasn’t against dating big girls, none just ever crossed my radar like Amaris did. Everything on her was voluptuous, and she had the nerve to be tall with her weight. She was the perfect combination of everything I never saw coming my way.
I sparked the blunt while staring directly at Maniac with thoughts of his daughter’s pussy and thickness in the forefront of my mind.
I’m gon’ teach this nigga a valuable lesson that’s gon’ end up being a long-term lesson… I thought, cracking a sinister smile. I closed the distance between us then blew smoke toward the ceiling.
“You still think this about money, when I know you got it to give.” I smirked.
I refused to refer to him as Jeremiah since he lived up to his street name. This nigga had to be a true fuckin’ maniac to try to play dangerous games by even speaking on the Bonetti name. I had the right mind to make a new example out of him, and I would… starting with Amaris.
“I can fix this shit, man,” he drawled cautiously.
“You could’ve fixed it before you started talking reckless.” I pointed my blunt in his face before pulling it back to take another deep pull.
His eyes frantically darted over to Amaris then back to me.
“My baby girl ain’t got nothing to do with this,” he reasoned.
“No,” I agreed calmly. “She don’t.”
“Then why the hell am I standing here?” She sounded off from behind me.
I looked at her, catching her feisty ass yanking her arm again. Then I found myself transfixed on her oversized shirt that said ‘Love Overreacting’ down to the loose-fitting sweats that still didn’t hide none of her luscious curves.
Her small locs were still tied up in a bun at the crown of her head as her angry eyes tried hard not to reveal anger and confusion in them.
Amaris was too damn beautiful to be caught up in the middle of her father’s bullshit.
What I wouldn’t do is go back and forth with her and her bitch ass daddy at the same time.
“Stop giving Brutal a hard time.” I squinted my eyes. “Stand yo ass still before I tell yo daddy how you were acting in the closet.” I winked at her.
My dick twitched seeing all the color drain from her face. Her mouth fell ajar, eyes pleading with me not to reveal how naughty and tempting she was being earlier.
“What’s it gon’ be?” I raised a brow at her.
She quickly straightened her posture, eyes now fixated on the white carpet.
Checkmate! Her sick twisted ass was actually turned on about me coming to kidnap her nutty ass. Wasn’t shit normal about Amaris. I couldn’t wait to reveal more of her true colors.
“Good fucking girl,” I praised lowly.
Dammit! I’d be damned…. Amaris’s toes curled into the carpet.
She took in a deep breath, making her titties rise and fall slowly.
The graphic shirt she had on failed miserably at concealing the fact that she had on no bra.
Her nipples protruded through the cotton material.
I damn near was getting ready to drool over her.
I swallowed down, ignoring the vision of her thick thighs spread far apart from behind.
“I know you love your daughter dearly,” I said to Maniac, keeping my eyes on a now humble Amaris.
“I know you’d give your last breath for her,” I continued.
Amaris’s eyes shifted from the floor to mine; it was evident she was still affected by my praise.
I licked my bottom lip then sucked it into my mouth before mouthing ‘good fucking girl’ once more, just to see if she really had a praise kink.
My eyes landed on her curled toes again.
My balls tightened, followed by pre cum oozing out the tip of my dick.
Gotta stay the fuck away from Breasturant… I thought. She was my kind of freak which could end up being some toxic shit.
“Roy—”
Maniac clamped his mouth shut soon as I snapped my head in his direction.
“I know she your weak spot too.” I cocked my head to the side, clasping my hands behind my back.
See Luca had decorum about his shit when it came to surprise visits like tonight. Me? I stood there, not giving one fuck that my dick was hard as steel. It was Amaris’s fault anyway, she just had to tempt the fuck out of me.
“For the next forty-eight hours.” I smirked. “Your precious brat stays with me…. So, I suggest you tell her to be on her best fuckin’ behavior.” I barked out an amused chuckle, then glanced back over at Amaris. “I don’t mind whooping people adult kids.”
This time Brutal laughed behind me. Jeremiah’s face lost color then turned cherry red.
“No.” He shook his head rapidly.
“Or…” I gestured my hands like Donald Trump. “She’ll just stay with me for however long I decide is enough.”
“Please bro—”
“Nigga, you damn near sixty years old calling me fucking bro,” I spat.
“Don’t do this, Roy, please,” he begged shamelessly.
The word please sounded disgusting coming out his mouth. It was too late to beg.
“You should’ve thought about consequences before speaking on the Bonetti’s like we wouldn’t be able to touch you.” I shrugged casually.
“I can make this right, man. I told you I got the money.”
“You already made shit wrong, and besides…I know you got the money, you just still missing the lesson.”
His eyes glossed over, and I smiled at that. A lesson wasn’t a lesson without proof of a mutha fucka feeling it. This was the part any man hated the most. Maniac didn’t fear for his life, his fear was for his daughter’s life. Just for that, he gained a small ounce of respect.
“She’s my everything. I fucked up, Roy.” He sniffled.
“Every man has a weak spot… A spot so tender and fragile… if you simply touch it or show interest in that spot, they’d shatter right on the spot. Their ego, pride, and power dissipates… it’s like being stripped of your manhood and becoming boneless.” Dontrell’s words replayed in my head.
“Don’t punish her for my fuck up,” he continued to plead.
I looked over at Amaris. She stood next to Brutal unusually still now, eyes flitting between me and her dad.
“She ain’t being punished.” I looked back at Maniac.
He frowned in confusion as I took another step close to him.
“She being protected while you learn how dangerous your mouth really is for her safety… This gon’ be a lesson you’ll never forget. Make sure you have that money with interest ready to wire over first thing in the morning.” I smiled crookedly.
“You gonna learn big fella.” I reached out and tapped his shoulder firmly. “Send extra bread for her room and board too.”
I leaned close enough to keep my words strictly between us.
“Now you get to watch our worlds collide in real time,” I whispered lowly.
I moved past Maniac toward the door.
“Bring Breasturant to my car then wipe this mutha fucka down,” I ordered.
Soon as I rolled my window down to toss the butt of my blunt out, Amaris was being carried out by her ankles and arms by Tabari and Brutal. I squinted my eyes to make sure I wasn’t just seeing things. The closer they got to my truck, things became clear on what took place after I walked out.
I didn’t need an army to run down on Maniac, but I didn’t consider Amaris and how nutty she really was. Tabari’s left eye was damn near swollen shut. He had a dark purple and red ring around his eye from Amaris’s fist. Brutal’s lip was busted, I could sense the murder he had on his mind for Amaris.
“Nah, I ain’t doing this bullshit,” I murmured, hitting the locks.
Tabari put her legs down slowly, while Brutal kept a deadly grip on her arms.
“Ahh, that hurts you stupid bitch!” She yelled.