Chapter 1 #2
Neither me nor Khaos wanted to be here, and we damn sure didn’t want to see our cousin naked in a child’s bed being taken advantage of.
Inez couldn’t even tell us the day it was, so I knew damn well she couldn’t give full consent to this nigga.
I looked over toward him, as he tried to tuck his little ass dick away.
“Should be ashamed to even be fucking with that nub.” I snarled, as I tossed the book from the dresser at his head. He ducked too slow, getting cracked in the forehead with the spine of the book before it fell to his feet.
Inez moved slowly as she put her shirt on backwards and then scooted to the end of the bed, leaving a trail of wetness on the sheets. I focused my attention on shit head in the corner as she stood up to pull her jeans on. Every time I saw my cousin, the shit broke my heart.
This never should have been her story.
“Do I have to leave, Gerald?” she sulked, like I was making her leave her best friend’s slumber party.
“Yeah, Nezzy.”
“Look at me, Kenneth.” she whined, because Khaos could never look her in the eyes. The shit hurt seeing her like this, especially because they were a year apart.
It was a running joke within the family that they were the unofficial twins of the family. We both protected Inez like she was the little sister we never had, and it was because she was like our sister. We grew up together and were thick as thieves, no matter how many times life knocked us down.
Life had knocked us all down, and Inez chose to stay down. It was too hard to get back up and fight. I’d give her the entire world because my cousin meant everything to me. I prayed for her before I prayed for Baby Cakes or myself.
All she ever had to do was ask for the help.
Want the help.
And it was done.
Her wish would always be my command.
She never asked.
“You too, Gerald.”
“Put yo fucking pants on, Inez. You think I got time for this shit right now?”
She slumped her shoulders, always making me feel guilty for talking to her that way. Instead of arguing with us, she listened this time. I took off my hoodie and put it over her head. “Thanks, Goo.”
I held her hand as we left the house. Flea had gone from holding his mouth and leg, to gyrating on the floor to the house music that was now playing. I stepped over his ass, while Khaos kicked him in the mouth, and he fell back.
Khaos hit the locks on his car, and I held the door for her as she slipped into the front seat. “Home?”
“Nah. Your mother doesn’t need to see you like this.” I replied, and closed the door, while Khaos looked across the street. “Not with Nez with us… not tonight, K.” I warned him, because he was ready to lay a body or six down.
“Fuck you looking at? I’d fuck yo bitch right in front of you… pussy bwoy.” he snarled, looking at one of the niggas that he had beef with.
I couldn’t blame him ’cause that nigga couldn’t keep his eyes off Khaos since we entered the block. He held his girl close to him, while Kimber was coming down the steps.
Nigga was all butt hurt because he knew Khaos could take his girl if he wanted her. Bitch was in his bed while her nigga was sharing a cell with another nigga. Only reason she was sitting on his lap acting like a happy whore wife was because Khaos sent her ass on her way.
“Nigga, you couldn’t take my bitch if I gave her to you.” Peso yelled from the stoop he was seated on.
Khaos leaned against his whip. “What up, Lola? You miss when I had you bent over that balcony at the hotel in the city, right?”
Lola kept a straight face, but she slightly shifted in her man’s lap. She may have been trying to play unbothered, but her body had a different reaction.
“Fuck he talking about, Lo?”
I snickered. “Worry about your bitch… ’cause if I let him loose, then what?” I replied, knowing they wasn’t ready for the smoke Khaos could provide.
They all knew how we gave shit the fuck up, and the way that Khaos went crazy, there was a reason his nickname was Khaos.
“Where I’m taking her?”
“Take her back to the crib.” I told him and went over toward my bike where Kimber was now leaned against.
“I hate to see her like this.” She sighed; her arms folded across her chest as she watched Khaos get into his car. Lola’s eyes never left him as he started the car. She wanted that nigga more than the nigga whose lap she was on.
“Same.”
“I know it’s been a while, but I can come home with you tonight, Goon.” She offered.
Even with as much stress as I was feeling, I couldn’t do that to Baby Cakes. It didn’t matter that we weren’t together, I had this loyalty to her, and only her. I couldn’t give this dick to anybody but her, and I was patient enough to wait for our moment.
Converting to Islam had taught me patience and discipline, and while the old Goon would have taken Kimber home, this new and improved man I worked and prayed hard to become, knew that the wait for true love was worth more than fucking.
I couldn’t pray about wanting a wife, something real, and then proceed to stick my dick into someone temporary.
I wanted a wife.
A wife required patience, understanding, and discipline.
“I’m straight, Kim… you need to take your ass home. Shit ain’t safe out here for you,” I warned her, knowing it would fall on deaf ears. “Lola’s ass always got you in some shit.”
She gave me that sexy smirk and leaned up from my bike. “I’m about to go in a bit… she must be important, G.” She ignored everything I said about Lola and was more concerned with who had me turning down sex and head from her.
“I like to think so.” I climbed back onto my bike, putting my helmet onto my head. Zoya Caselli was special, and worth all the hell I knew she would put me through.
I was ready.