Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Remedy’s deep amber eyes seared into the ceiling, her attention fixed on the ceiling fan that spun around continuously.
The fit and toned frame hovering over her used to make her core wet and her stomach do somersaults.
After years of infidelity, disrespect, and lack of intimacy, his body now felt more like a burden weighing a hundred tons that was slowly suffocating her.
Tone thrusted his dick inside of her pussy that he had to spit start just to make his way inside.
She laid on her back, letting him seek a thrill as the minute man he had become.
Sex just didn’t feel the same anymore.
Remedy had mentally disconnected from the relationship a year and a half ago, and with that, left her libido.
Tone spent countless months tearing her down and telling her something was wrong with her.
He didn’t realize the reason her pussy didn’t get wet for him anymore was because all she could think about was him slapping her around and leaving her black and blue.
As he peered down at her, tangling his fingers in her long ash blonde bundles she got reinstalled, he noticed the distant look in her eyes as she avoided his gaze. Still stroking her, he used his other hand to grip her face, forcing her to look at him.
“I’m sorry, Rem-baby,” he crooned into her ear with his heavy breathing.
Another apology. One he expected to magically turn her back into the pornstar she once was for him.
Her eyes bore into his, searching for the softness she once fell in love with but came up empty. He didn’t want her anymore, just like she didn’t want him anymore. Yet his pride prevented him from letting her find a better man to love and appreciate her and had both of them stuck.
“You hear me, baby? I’m sorry,” he grunted out another apology as their legs tangled together in bed.
“Mhm, Tone,” she let out a fabricated moan before tearing her eyes away from his.
The nigga was so fried off exotic weed and lean, he actually thought he turned her on and got her back. After a few more rough strokes, his built chest rose, and his jaws sank inward.
“Fuck, I’m about to nut inside you.”
Remedy’s eyes widened at the harrowing thought of him busting a nut inside of her.
She planted her hands firmly against his chest, attempting to push him off before his warm nut could shoot off inside her.
He clenched her wrists tightly and pinned them on either side of her head as he continued to ram inside of her.
“You’re mine, Remedy. Ain’t no other nigga sliding into this pussy besides me.” He fell limp on top of her as his nut left him breathless.
He always knew how to make her life worse.
Laying underneath him made her feel like trash.
His sweat against her skin made her itch as she desperately stirred around so he would catch the hint that she wanted him off her.
He eased out of her, crashing down on the bed beside her.
She didn’t waste a second springing up from the bed and rushing to the bathroom.
She peed before flushing the toilet and rushing into the shower.
There was no way in hell he was about to trap her with a baby to hold her hostage in a relationship.
She planned on hitting up CVS to buy a Plan-B before she went to the shop.
After cleaning herself up from the one-sided sex she just had with Tone, she got out.
Usually, he would be knocked out after getting his rocks off, but this morning, he sat at the side of the bed with his robe on and his phone pressed to his ear.
She floated around the bedroom, getting ready for the day while hearing bits and pieces of his conversation. “Yeah, I can catch a flight tonight. I got a shorty out here who’s good for it.”
Remedy rolled her eyes. In so many words, he had just told whoever he was on the phone with that he was fucking another bitch who could hook him up with some flight tickets.
See, the old Remedy would have crashed out about him dropping dick inside some other bitch, but now, she didn’t give a fuck.
Whoever was occupying his time enough to keep him off her was fine in her book.
“Scrap, I’m handling it. The club shit only went down ‘cause I wasn’t there. We’ll talk more once I touch down,” he assured the person on the other end of the call. From what Remedy could tell, Scrap shared a few more words before he and Tone mutually agreed to end the phone call.
Scrap was the big homie, the one who ran shit, so she was sure he called to order Tone around, and his ass obliged like a puppy.
Tone had only recently elevated his grind when Scrap entrusted him to run his Miami distribution.
He had some big-ass shoes to fill, but the Zone 7 Disciples were making a name for themselves in south Florida, and Scrap had Tone to thank for that.
Sure, there was a fuck ton of bloodshed, and niggas were dropping like flies, but the money was good, so Tone was doing alright.
There was always room for improvement, especially after word got out to Scrap that Kross was walking around Miami untouched after Tone put money on his head.
Getting Tone back in Chicago for a few weeks would allow Scrap to see where his head was at when it came to handling Kross and the Paper Chase Crew.
These niggas needed to be put down, and if Tone couldn’t deliver, Scrap would be on the first thing smoking to Miami.
Remedy didn’t once glance in Tone’s direction as she moisturized her body so she could slip on her bra and panties. “You hear me talking to you?” Tone appeared at her side, grabbing her face to get her attention.
It only took her a few months to master the art of tuning him the fuck out. She had gotten so good at it that most of the time, he was damn near invisible. “Sorry. What did you say?”
He inhaled a sharp breath, keeping his agitation at bay. “I said I’m heading to Chicago for a week or two. I want my crib back to just me and you when I get back.”
“Well, Tone, I can’t really guarantee that.” Remedy shook her head as she slipped on her Fenty lace panties and matching bra.
“You need to figure some shit out. I spared you by not putting they asses out when I told you I was.”
“Tone, what you expect me to do?! I don’t have the fucking money to get them a place yet! I asked you to let me borrow the money, and you flat out told me no, so what the fuck can I really do right now?!”
“That shit sound like a personal problem, G.” Tone shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “You expect me to give you the bread not knowing how, if, and when I’m gonna get it back? Fuck no.”
“Then we at crossroads, nigga. Give me more time to make some money at the shop or give me the money.”
A bitter and deep chuckle rolled out of Tone as his dark orbs leered down at her.
His right hand gripped the crook of her neck, squeezing it mildly.
“You don’t give me no ultimatums ‘round this bitch. Get your crazy-ass mama and pussy-ass little brother out my fucking house by the time I get back or I’m knocking your shit loose,” he seethed at her through gritted teeth.
Remedy gulped down, knowing he was foreshadowing exactly what he was capable of. “Antonio, you’re hurting me,” she croaked while wincing at the grip he had on her neck growing tighter. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, hoping she could push him off, but she couldn’t.
Eventually, he released her from his hold with a rough push that caused her to stumble back a few steps before she landed on her ass.
He looked at her with his face twisted up in disgust. For the life of her, she couldn’t understand how he expected her to accept and believe his apologies when in a matter of minutes, he could turn around and do the same shit to her all over again.
He went to the bathroom to shower and get ready for his day, finally offering Remedy a moment of peace to get dressed.
She slipped into her white Lululemon set before putting on her New Balances.
Knowing that Tone would give her hell about trying to do her hair and makeup in the bathroom while he was getting ready, she just grabbed what she needed and finished getting ready in the guest bathroom down the hall.
“Melo, what the fuck? You’re supposed to be at school.” She eyed her brother up and down. In a rush to finish getting ready, she ran right into him in the hall while heading for the bathroom.
“I ain’t going today,” was all he throated out before turning the corner toward his bedroom.
Remedy smacked her lips before she dropped her make-up bag and flat iron off in the bathroom then turned on her heels, hot on her little brother’s trail. Barging into his room, she perched her hand on her hip, ready to chastise him.
“Nigga, that’s what you said yesterday and the day before that.”
“Well, I’m saying it again,” he shrugged while keeping his eyes glued to his phone.
Marching up to him, she snatched the phone out of his hand, causing him to spring up from his seat on the bed, immediately towering over her. Rage filled his eyes as his nose flared. Remedy was taken aback by her brother’s sudden change in demeanor. Raising her brow at him, she scoffed.
“What the fuck you about to do Melo? Hit me?”
“Nah, you let that nigga do enough of that. Run me my phone, Remedy,” he demanded with his hand out.
Taken aback by his sly remark, she shoved him in his chest, which caused him to land back on the bed.
“Stop fucking playing with me, Melo! You’re a fucking child who needs to be in school!
You don’t get to walk around this bitch picking and choosing when the fuck you wanna go to school, nor do you get to talk to me crazy!
You don’t pay nan’ bill around this bitch, so check yourself! ”