Chapter Three- Buddha #3
“Come in, Buddha,” turning the knob, I walked into the spacious room.
Vincent was heel to toe behind me as if somebody had invited him in.
The first thing I noticed was Dior; she was seated on a leather recliner in the corner, her hands zip-tied in front of her.
Additionally, she was now sporting a piece of cloth tied around her mouth.
I laughed softly as I bent my head, knowing she was probably spitting fire at my father, which led to him covering her mouth. She frowned as she looked me over. I just knew she was wishing she could cuss my ass out.
“Buddha, I’m too old for this shit. Take Dior to your home and keep her there until you two are to be married. She’s a handful and a half. I wish you good luck, son,” my father said, standing up from behind his desk.
“Wait, what the fuck am I supposed to do with her?”
“Jesus, what the fuck did I just say? Take her to your home and keep her there until it’s time for you to walk down the aisle, stupido ragazzo (stupid boy).” I ignored my father calling me stupid because I still hadn’t agreed to this.
“Where’s her father?” I asked, looking at Tomasso, who was making his way toward the office door.
“Lorenzo took him home. He won’t say anything, and I know he can’t come up with 50k in less than two months. Now, I’m going to bed to spoon with my wife.”
“That piece of information was so unnecessary, Daddy,” Vincent said, turning up his nose.
“Then go to your own fucking house, Snow.” his reply was quick. My brother and I remained quiet as our father exited the office. I then turned my eyes to Dior.
“This some fucking bull-shit,” I muttered, walking across to the corner where she was seated.
“Get up, let’s go,” I told her roughly. Instead of simply doing as she was told to make both our lives easier. Dior sat there angrily staring up at me. I didn’t mean to become enraged as I did. Bending toward her, I roughly snatched her ass by her shoulders and forced her to her feet.
“I’ve been up since 4 a.m., trust me when I say I do not have time for your fucking temper tantrums,” I pointed my index finger in her face. She menacingly narrowed her eyes, letting me know she was not scared or intimidated by me.
“Now, walk,” I placed my hand in the middle of her back, pushing her forward. Finally, Dior did as she was asked and walked toward the door.
“You know, I could take her off your hands for tonight,” Vincent said, rubbing his palms and licking his lips in a lewd, suggestive way.
“How about we swap. You give me Ciara, I’ll dip my dick in cocaine and enjoy watching her suck that shit clean off,” I looked him dead in his eyes when I said that, knowing he’d get pissed the fuck off.
About a year ago, Vincent and Ciara got into a huge argument, which led Vincent to leave his home for about two days.
His wife lied and told him she sucked my dick in his absence just to be a bitch.
His dumb ass believed her. The next thing I knew, he accused me of fucking his wife and swung at me.
We were tussling in the backyard at my parents’ anniversary party like two wild hogs.
Our father had to fire a warning shot in the air so we’d stop fighting.
Ciara eventually admitted that she lied. I never liked her ass after that. Shit, I barely liked her before. I strictly tolerated her because she was married to my brother.
“You a hoe ass nigga for saying that,” Vincent pointed at me as we walked out the front door of the main house to go to our respective homes. I laughed as I made my way to my Bugatti Mistral, leading Dior by her elbow.
“Now I’m the hoe ass nigga, stop disrespecting me then,” I opened the door for Dior to get in, and of course, she just stood there. “Climb your ass in,” I told her. After a full ten seconds of her dumb ass ignoring me, I shoved her inside and closed the door.
“That’s why you got that hard-headed female.
Looks like you’ve met your match,” Vincent cracked as I opened my door to get in.
I flipped him my middle finger before I sat down behind the wheel.
I looked over at Dior, her wrists bound, her mouth gagged, and she was still giving me shit.
She turned to me and mumbled something from behind the cloth.
I bit my bottom lip as I contemplated whether it was smart to remove the barrier, knowing I’d probably regret it. Fuck it, I said, reaching to yank it down off her mouth.
“Can you please take this off?” She asked with her hands outstretched. I looked down at her wrist and then back up at her.
“When we get to my house,” I replied, leaning forward to cover her mouth again. She shrank back, shaking her head violently.
“Please, leave it off. I promise I won’t talk or give any trouble,” Dior seemed to be losing her spark, which I was thankful for.
“One smart ass remark and it goes back on. You understand?” I warned her, pointing my index finger in her face. She nodded her head in agreement, letting me know she understood.
I started my car and drove past Vincent as he sat in his Rolls-Royce talking on the phone.
The drive to my house was almost three minutes from the main house.
My sister’s house was first, then Vincent’s, and then mine.
Way out at the end of our property was a pig farm that housed about 10 to 15 pigs.
Those pigs were there for a specific purpose, and it wasn’t for their meat.
Dior did as she promised and kept her mouth shut.
She took in the sights of our family-owned land while I thought about getting married to her when I didn’t want to.
I drove into my driveway and cut the engine off as I parked in front of my home.
My house was different from my siblings'.
I liked simple shit. So the design of my home was rustic.
Warm earthy colors, stone materials. A large porch that wrapped around the front and sides of the house was made entirely of wood and logs.
Hopping out I walked to Dior’s door and opened it for her. Reaching in, I assisted her to her feet. All I wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep. It was already past midnight.
“Let’s go,” I said, guiding her toward the stone steps. Once on the porch, I opened the front door, and my Golden Retriever pounced on me when she saw me.
“Jesus, Lotus, you almost threw me down the steps,” I scratched behind her head before she turned her attention on the newcomer. She barrelled in Dior’s direction, who let out a piercing scream and tried to hide behind me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked her, as she kept trying to avoid a very confused Lotus. They both were making circles around me. One was trying to get away, and the other was trying to play.
“I’m really scared of dogs,” Dior said with an expression as if she was about to pass the fuck out.
“Does Lotus look like she’s trying to bite you? She wants to play.”
“Well, I don’t want to play. Can you keep her away from me?” Dior was legit terrified, which was low-key comical.
“We’re going to my room anyway. Stay here, Lotus,” I commanded my dog before leading Dior once more. Stopping at the end of the long corridor, I opened the door to my bedroom. Once Dior was inside, I closed and locked the door behind us. I moved away to find a pair of scissors.
“Let’s get one thing straight. When I take this off your wrist, if you try some silly shit, I’mma buss one off in the middle of your forehead. You got me?” I asked her, waiting for her to say she understood. Nodding her head up and down didn’t work.
“Na, tell me you understand what I just said.”
“I understand what you said,” she repeated. I paused for just a second because she was being really compliant all of a sudden, and I wondered if she was up to something.
“Umm, what about clothes and stuff. I don’t have anything to wear but this,” she asked as I freed her wrists from the zip ties.
“We’ll figure that out tomorrow. Right now, I’m about to take my clothes off and go to sleep.
It’s time for bed,” I instructed her, pointing at the custom-made bed to suit my very tall frame.
I was 6ft 8”, most beds were too small for me, so my father had this custom-made for me for my birthday over six years ago.
I began stripping out of my clothes. Normally, I slept naked as the day I entered the world. I’ll make an exception for tonight, though. Placing my gun on the nightstand, I took everything off except my boxers. I felt Dior’s eyes on me as they scanned my half-nakedness.
“You get under the covers, and I’ll stay on top of them,” I said. I opened the top dresser drawer and took out a white tee and handed it to her.
“What’s that for?” she asked, looking down at the t-shirt as though it would bite.
“You’ve been out all day. You’re not getting in my bed with your outside clothes on. Take that shit off and wear this,” I shoved the t-shirt in her hand because she was wasting precious time. I folded my arms as I waited for her to change.
“Aren’t you going to give me some privacy?” she asked. That question was dumb as fuck.
“You think I’ve never seen ass and titties before?
I just came back from a strip club. I’ve seen every kind of female body part there is to see, in every shape and size.
Besides, let’s get one thing straight. Anything that enters my front door and is on my property…
belongs to me,” I licked my lips suggestively just to fuck with her.
“I’m not an object, I’m a person, and I belong to no one,” she tilted her chin upward proudly.
“I said what the fuck I said. Now hurry the fuck up,” I saw the corner of her mouth twitch. She was dying to respond, and I was waiting for her to make that mistake. Cutting her eyes angrily at me, she turned her back and began undressing.
Stripping out of her tank top and bra, she slipped the oversized t-shirt over her head. She made sure to expose as little as she could while taking her jeans off.
“Toss them in the basket over there,” I pointed to where she needed to put her dirty clothes.
Once she was done, I flipped the covers back and waited for her to climb in.
With reluctance, Dior got in, and I tucked the blanket around her as if she were a burrito.
Climbing on top, I trapped her under and got comfortable so I could take my ass to sleep.
Tomorrow was another day, I would figure out my next move on a clear head.
One thing I knew was that I’m not about to marry anybody. I didn’t care how fine she was.