16. Pressure
Pressure
Gio was in the back seat, screaming in pain, while I drove back to his house. Islah held my hand tight and stared at me on and off.
“I missed you so much,” she expressed.
I smiled and kissed her hand. “I missed you too, my love.”
Gio kept screaming.
“This bitch set me up! I’ma kill ha! I’ma kill ha!”
Islah laughed.
“You thought you did your big one, didn’t you, Gio?” I said, laughing along with her. “I’m ’bout to show you what it’s like when you are that nigga.”
We got back to the house, and I helped Islah outta the car. We stood there in the driveway kissing, and I gripped a handful of her ass.
“We have so much to talk about,” she stated.
I pulled her into my arms, holding her tight.
“We have so much catching up to do.”
While we were trying to have a moment to ourselves, that nigga was kicking the door and screaming mad for different reasons.
He was mad that I found her, like I wouldn’t. He was mad that I was touching her, and he was mad that she was still choosing me.
“Move to the side, mamas,” I told Islah. “Let me get him out.”
I opened the back door, grabbed Gio by his feet, and pulled him out, making him slam into the concrete.
“AHHHH!” he screamed. “You a bitch ass nigga.”
I laughed at him.
“Says the nigga on the ground. Bitch, stand up.”
Gio looked over at Islah, and she didn’t say shit, just took the keys from me and unlocked the door.
“You really acted like that to get back to him?” he asked Islah while trying to get off the ground.
Islah nodded. “I told you over and over, I was going home.” Islah looked over at me. “He’s my home. Plus, my baby needed their daddy.”
When she said that, that nigga turned purple like all the air in his body left him, and I laughed.
“Yeah, nigga, I put a seed in your old shorty.”
“You know what, Islah?” he said, stumbling to stand up. “You are a ho ass bitch. I hope your baby—”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence.
BOOM. Caught the nigga with a right.
BOOM. Caught that nigga with a left, and he stumbled back.
I dog walked that nigga with back-to-back left and right punches until he was on the ground again.
“Nobody has taught you respect. You finna learn today,” I said, still walking him down.
After he had had enough, I dragged him into the house, leaving him in the entryway on the floor as I looked around.
“You picked out this house, mamas?”
She nodded.
“It’s nice.”
“Nah, baby, our house is better,” she stated.
I walked around the house and grabbed a chair, found some rope in the pantry, and was wondering what the fuck he was gonna do with it, but didn’t.
I took the rope and the chair back over to him, sat him in the chair, and tied him to it.
That nigga face was all fucked up and already swollen.
“You feel like you somebody, don’t you?” he asked me.
To be real, I didn’t even know what that meant. I guess I hit him too hard.
“Nigga, I am the nigga you wish you were. Living the life you wanted with the girl of your dreams. In every life, I will always be that nigga.”
Islah came out of the kitchen and stuffed a dishrag in his mouth.
“I am tired of hearing him.”
I smiled at her. I felt like I was getting another side of Islah.
“What do you want to hear?” I asked her.
She smirked at me, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs and to the master bedroom.
“Was this the room you were in?”
She shook her head. “No, he asked me to stay with him, but I didn’t, and when he was mad at me, he would put me in the other room.”
I walked outta that room and walked into the other room, looking at the low bed with just a fitted sheet and a throw blanket.
It had bags around the room, and I laughed.
“He was trying to buy you to get you to stay, huh?”
She laughed. “He did.”
I went to the top of the steps and looked down at him.
“Nigga, you went out bad…bad as hell.”
When I went back to my girl, she was sitting on the bed, waiting for me.
“I was getting scared,” she said softly. “I thought I wasn’t gonna get back to you.”
I took her by her soft hands and stood her up.
“Don’t ever think like that. I don’t care what the fuck life throws at us, I’ma always make it back to you.”
Islah looked up at me with those soft ass eyes that I missed, and I kissed her.
I pulled her into me, letting her feel the other part of me that missed her as I picked her up.
“He’s already mad, let’s make him madder,” Islah expressed.
I kissed her neck. “You thinkin’ like me, I like that.”
I placed her back on the bed, ripping off the clothes that she had on, and kissed all over her body, from her head to her damn toes. I kissed all over her, taking time to kiss my baby inside her.
As I stood back to slide my pants down, I couldn’t help but stare at her. I had my girl back. She was in my face. I could feel her. The nightmare was finally over.
My pants hit the floor, and I held my dick in my hand while she looked at it.
“I missed him.”
I smirked while stroking it. “He missed you, too, mamas.”
I climbed on top of her, slid in, and we both let out a moan.
“Babyyy…” she said softly.
I kissed her on her neck. “I’m ’bout to get you right. Hold on, I’ma get you right.”
I slid in and out of her, slowly listening to her moan, feeling all over her, tossing and turning all over the bed. I never made love before, but if I had to guess, this was it.
We took our time, kissing, laughing, teasing, telling each other how much we loved one another.
I finally felt complete.
After a while of that, I had to give my baby all of me. I gave her long, deep strokes, making her scream out my name, scratch my back, and ask me not to stop.
Like stopping was an option.
I leaned up, lifted her legs on my shoulder, and rubbed her clit as I gave her every inch of my dick.
Her hands gripped the sheet with each stroke.
Finally, I flipped her over, slid her to the edge of the bed, and beat her pussy up.
Her ass clapped on my dick as she screamed out. I slapped her ass cheek over and over, telling her, “Give me all that pussy,” cause I needed it.
My girl loved to listen. She always did what I said.
“Damn, baby,” I let out. “You grippin’ my dick something crazy.”
She looked back and smiled at me. “And the way you’re throbbing in my pussy is crazy.”
I kept fucking her until we both screamed out, cumming together.
I collapsed on the bed beside her. We looked at each other and started laughing cause we heard that nigga downstairs going crazy.
I got up and put my shorts on while Islah wrapped the sheet around her, and we went to the top of the steps to look at him.
His face was covered in tears and snot. We laughed dead in that nigga’s face.
“I know you ain’t cryin’ cause your girl got some dick. You feel good, baby?”
Islah kept laughing. “Baby, I feel amazing now.”
I grabbed her hand. “Come on, baby, let’s go for round two.”
I took Islah back into the room and spent the rest of the day fuckin’ loud, having a time making him mad.
When we were done getting under his skin, we lay in the bed, and I held her in my arms as I rotated her ring on her finger.
“I need to tell you something,” I said softly. “Jada helped him take you.”
Islah sat up, raising her eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
I exhaled. “He found her on Facebook, and they started talking. Come to find out, he wasn’t the only one checking you and your girls’ social media, she was too. She told him which club you were going to be at and what hotel out of the way to take you to.”
Islah looked sad. “I never did anything to her.”
I agreed.
“I know you didn’t. She was mad that I wouldn’t get back with her, and that Amir wanted to live with me, but it’s okay. You won’t have issues with her anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’s dead.”
Islah looked at me like she wanted to ask, but didn’t want to.
“Oh, I did it, mamas,” I said flat-out. “Jada had enough warnings to stop playin’ with me and to leave you alone. She thought being Amir’s mother meant she was untouchable; she forgot that shit don’t matter to bullets.”
“How is Amir?”
“He is holding up good. I’ma make him a lil’ iced-out piece. He misses you tho’.”
She smiled slightly. “I never wanted anybody to be taken from him. The only person that should be hurting cause of this shit is Gio.”
“I feel that, but a nigga or bitch can’t cross me and still live, mamas. I gave her enough grace.”
Islah nodded. “So, what do you want to do with him?”
I thought about that for a second.
“What do you want? Do you want to help me, or do you want me to handle it?”
Islah looked at me with a smile that I had never seen her have before. My lil’ mamas had a plan.