Chapter 5
La’Nova sat Indian style on her camper bed with her back against the padded headboard. She perfectly balanced a paper bowl on her thick thigh. Inside was watermelon drowned in seasoned salt the way she liked it. The wind caused her camper to rock slightly as she chewed slowly.
La’Nova had been trying to relax her nerves since everything seemed to go wrong since Luca Bonetti stepped inside of House of Angels. She set her bowl of watermelon to the side, snatched her phone up next to her, and called Kentrell for the hundredth time that week.
“What bitch?” He finally answered after ignoring all of her several calls.
His hostility and disrespect was something that she had grown accustomed to.
Usually, she’d meet him right where he was disrespectful.
Today, she needed some form of clarity. She needed his help and guidance because Luca was getting ready to throw everything she had planned to the left, which was the wrong way.
“Kenny, I need you.” Her voice came out strained.
La’Nova bit into the inside of her bottom lip until she felt a pinch of pain. It ate her up to even utter those four words to a man like Kentrell.
“You ready to act right and give me some pussy?” His voice went seductively low.
“Bitch nigga, no!” She snapped.
“Then you don’t need me, ’cause that’s all I got for your fat ass right now,” he spat back.
If they were face to face, all the spit from each word he spoke would have landed right in her face.
Kentrell groaned into the phone, next she heard him sniff hard.
Those sounds told her that he was currently doing two things.
Getting some head from a dumb bitch while snorting cocaine.
She knew that Kentrell was going to hang up in her face since he hated any interruptions.
“Look Kentrell,” she spoke firmly into the phone, clutching it tightly. “Your brother wants me to marry him.” Her words were laced with panic.
“Sanarah, move a second baby,” he whispered in a hushed tone.
Seconds went by. La’Nova listened to the man she once loved breathe like he walked up a ton of steps. Rustling in the background implied that he moved from wherever he was sitting to find some privacy to talk to her.
“What the fuck you say?” He asked.
“I said Luca Bonetti wants to fucking marry me!”
La’Nova’s hands annoyed her instantly. They started to shake as her anxiety crawled up her throat. She quickly reached for her pack of cigarettes, took one out, and quickly lit it.
“You? He wants to actually marry you?” He chuckled in disbelief until reality dawned on him.
“Shittt, he does like fat bitches. I’m with his ex right now, and she a lil bigger than you. She prettier though, bitch pussy be smackin’ like a muthafucka too.” He tried to add insult to injury.
“Fat hoes ain’t worth being seen on a boss nigga’s arm though,” he continued.
Kentrell loved to get a reaction out of La’Nova. She was the only woman that went toe to toe with him. It turned Kentrell on every time. It made him determined to get the pussy again, since La’Nova stopped fucking him a year ago.
“Nigga I don’t give a fuck about you or that bitch,” La’Nova spat coldly into the phone.
She moved her head and pointed her cigarette at nothing in particular like Kentrell was right in front of her face. If he was in front of her, she would have tried to smack fire out of his high yellow ass.
“Oh yeah? That’s what you feeling like?” He taunted lowly.
“Fuck nigga, that’s exactly what and who I’m feeling like to be direct!”
“Bitch you ain’t hitting on shit but them mutha fuckin’ Newports. That’s why the pussy stank!!”
“And yet it’s the same pussy you dying to hit!” She chuckled out bitterly.
“Bring yo shrimp dick having ass to my camper so I can show you who the fuck I’m feeling like, Kentrell.” She unfolded her legs and scooted to the edge of her bed.
She inhaled smoke sharply into her lungs and swallowed the rest, allowing it to burn her throat and make her feel dizzy.
“I’m feeling like Ali in his prime, ready to rock yo shit. I’m getting fed the fuck up. I’ve done everything that you’ve asked of me. I stuck to the plan but have yet to see results or freedom. I’m not marrying no crazy dread wearing ass nigga,” her voice cracked out of anger.
“My family will—”
“I don’t give a fuck about you or your sick ass family either, bitch! I just want to help you find this so-called fortune that you claim your momma got, so I can get the fuck on with my life!” She yelled into the phone.
“Well plans change, La’Nova. You been dragging your feet with helping me.
If that nigga wants to marry you…it’s a good ass thing.
Maybe as the Don’s wife… you’ll find the stash that my pops left behind.
It’s either at House of Angel’s or the estate.
It maybe even be somewhere close to that nigga Luca.
You find that shit, I’ll split it and give you your freedom without anybody coming after you. ”
Click.
La’Nova rocked back and forth fiercely, wanting to scream at the top of her lungs.
She didn’t bother asking God why she was dealt the bad deck of cards handed to her for this thing called life.
With painful memories too deep to rid herself of and Kentrell pulling her every way but loose, she wondered why she had held on for this long.
Everything had been too strange for her liking lately.
Her energy was off and she took pride in keeping herself well in check.
She felt like people were watching her, paranoia had kicked in to overdrive.
Even the air she inhaled each day felt thicker.
There was more security around House of Angels that she didn’t recognize.
She wondered if they’d been put in place to keep an eye on her.
Lucille sent her an email days ago telling her that she was granting her vacation, which didn’t make any kind of since to La’Nova. She felt like Lucille was moving funny and wouldn’t press her to work because she too, needed time away just to think, but her thoughts were so jumbled.
A hard knock at her camper’s door made her jump.
La’Nova froze, her cigarette mid-air. She swallowed down slowly and just eyed the door from where she sat.
Sixty seconds went by and another measured knock followed.
She stood up and padded to the door. Before she opened it, she peered out the small window.
Three men in black suits stood outside. They all looked out of place, like they came from the secret service. Her chest tightened, eyes widened as she cracked the door just enough to look out with her chin lifted. Her facial expression rested into an unimpressed glare.
“Yes?” She asked coolly.
“Mr. Bonetti awaits you,” the one in the front spoke up.
“Which one?” She asked dryly.
“Luca Bonetti.” A flicker of irritation crossed the man’s dark brown face.
La’Nova opened the door further and leaned out with her hand still on the frame for support. Her big gray eyes scanned the lot until they locked in on a sleek black Maybach. Behind the car was two Cadillac trucks.
This nigga thinks he’s the president… She thought in disbelief as her jaw tightened.
“Tell Mr. Bonetti, if he awaits me, he can come to me himself.”
The man opened his mouth to respond but La’Nova didn’t wait. She slammed her door and marched away from it, never locking it behind her. She had a baby deuce deuce underneath her pillow that she would gladly use if anyone of them came inside of her camper tripping out on her.
“Just fuckin’ relax girl… I see right now, I’m gon’ have to tune this nigga up like his nutty ass brother,” she spoke lowly to herself.
No matter how much courage she tried to pump into herself, she felt nervous as hell. She didn’t know what to do with herself as she paced back and forth. She looked down at her lavender fuzzy socks and instantly felt self-aware of how she looked right now.
Wait…why do I care how I look? She thought to herself as she approached her small body mirror.
She took her hair out of the twist braids they were in earlier, so her natural kinky hair was crinkly and wild.
Her double-D breasts sagged a bit, resting on top of her stomach comfortably underneath her cotton long sleeve shirt.
La’Nova had on her comfortable lavender boy shorts from Walmart.
Her thick thighs and butt practically ate up the shorts, leaving the cuffs of her ass cheeks out.
Soon as she took a step to go toward her oversized plastic bin to retrieve a bra and a more decent outfit to put on just in case Luca came knocking, her camper door creaked open.
La’Nova froze. Not because she hadn’t expected it but because her body recognized his presence before her mind could catch up.
Luca stepped inside calmly, hunched over slightly to fit his height inside.
A Starbucks Styrofoam cup filled with tea was clutched in his hand as he turned to shut and lock the door behind him.
When he turned to stare at La’Nova, her sex clenched followed by a needy thump.
She hated the way her body heated up and reacted at just the sight of him.
There was no denying how fine as hell this man was standing before her.
Luca looked unreal. He rocked a simple white button-down shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled just enough to see his tatted forearms. His black slacks were creased down the middle, and his dress shoes were shined to perfection.
Luca’s masculine scent reached her fast, mixing in perfectly with the smell of vanilla, spice and smoke.
Their scent mixed together and it made her head spin.
Then the simple sight of the Don himself hunched over, shoulders angled forward because he was too tall to stand straight up in her camper was insane.
Yet here he was in all of his fine ass glory, bending himself just to fit into her space.