Chapter 12
TWELVE
Iso
Junior was attached to Liora at the hip from the moment he laid eyes on her. If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d think he had a lil crush. When he met her at my mama’s house, he climbed into her lap and kept touching her braids. Now we were home and he was sitting in her lap while she took her braids down.
“No lie, Junior, I hate to hurt your lil feelings, but that one right there belongs to me. You gonna find somebody in a few years, but that right there is me, lil homie.”
Liora chuckled while Junior didn’t pay me any attention. He continued staring at the TV like I hadn’t said a damn thing. Not only that, I could tell by the lowness of his eyelids that he was about to be asleep very soon.
“Leave him alone, he’s fine.” Liora waved me off and looked up at the TV. They were watching the second Moana. They’d spent last night watching the first one before he fell asleep. The singing from these movies was enough to put anyone to sleep.
“Yeah, aight. Let me get him ready for bed anyways. He’s already eaten and it’s eleven in the evening.”
She shook her head. “You do that. I’m about to take a shower.”
I reached down and picked Junior up, carrying him to the room I deemed would be his in the house. I’d put the bed I purchased together this morning because last night would be the last time I shared a bed with his lil cock blocking ass.
I knew having him full-time would take some getting used to, as he was a three-year-old who required a lot, but he deserved that much.
Once I had him down, I stood there watching him sleep, knowing I had my hands full but I’d rise to the occasion. I had to, because even though I didn’t regret anything I did, I’d still taken his mother from him. Though she deserved it, I realized now what he would miss even though he had my mother.
My thoughts were interrupted by a vibration in my pocket. I pulled the phone out before I flipped the light switch in his room. For the most part, he slept through the night, so I wasn’t worried about him waking.
Lee’s name was on the caller ID. I swiped and immediately mashed the phone against my face.
“Yeah.” I moved through the house into my bedroom where I heard the shower going from the master bathroom.
“I have a name and location for you. Felix Morrow and he lives near Printer’s Row in Chicago. South Loop, I heard it’s real nice that way.”
I nodded, picking up what he put down.
“I sent the address to your burner.”
I nodded as though he could see me. “Good looking, thanks for everything, Lee.”
“Anytime, son.”
We hung up soon after and my attention was on the closed door where I knew Liora was showering. I entered the bathroom immediately.
“He’s sleeping that fast?” she asked when I opened the door.
“Yup.” I pulled my shirt off and dropped my underwear and sweats before I stepped in behind her.
Once I was in, I pulled her body against mine. “No invite?”
She faced me with a smirk. “I told you I was coming in here, didn’t I?”
“But that wasn’t no invite.” I watched her turn and grab a blue sponge from the hook on the wall. She then grabbed the body wash then squirted a generous amount.
“Maybe not, but you’re here, right?” She rubbed the sponge against my skin before attempting to nudge me against the bench in back of the shower.
I backed up as she wanted and took a seat, my eyes locked on her body. She straddled my lap seconds later, rubbing the soaped-up sponge across my chest.
She knew what she was doing too, sensually rubbing and soaping me up all slow. She took her time, eyes locked on mine.
“You on bullshit.” I licked my lips, watching her.
When she was done, she dropped the sponge to the side of us and leaned forward, lips centimeters from mine.
“Nope I’m not. This is a shower.” She pecked my lips and tried to back up, but my hand wrapped firmly around her neck before she could create any real space. I deepened the kiss, sucking her bottom lip, then letting her go.
“Show me what you can do up there, Killa,” I said after we parted.
She grinned but didn’t say anything else. Instead, she planted her feet on the tiled bench and stood, the water washing soap off of us as it rained from the ceiling. Then she lowered her body, reaching between us and grabbing my dick.
I bit into my bottom lip at her touch, then lost my shit as she eased her warm, sopping tunnel down my hardness. She fit me like a fucking glove, everything about her did.
When we finally made it out of the shower, the bed was the next move but Liora had to moisturize and I went to check on Junior. It was a habit when he wasn’t in my sight. I had been away from him for too long.
Once I made sure he was still sleeping fine, I went back to the bedroom. For a moment I stood there watching her moisturize and get lost in her thoughts like normal. Liora was fucking beautiful, the type of beauty I couldn’t help but admire every chance I got.
“I gotta go to Chicago in the morning. I’ma drop Junior off with my mother and head out. I should be back early though.”
“What time?” She blinked a few times, then focused on me.
“Five in the morning. Quick trip. I need to handle something.”
She studied me for a moment, eyes trying to find what my mouth hadn’t uttered. “Fine, be tight lipped. But you don’t have to wake your mom up at five in the morning. He’s good here. I don’t have to go in tomorrow.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t want to overwhelm you.”
“Yes, we’ll be fine. I’m going to be living here with you and him soon, right?” she reasoned.
I nodded. “Yeah, whenever you pack your shit up.”
“Uh, you literally just asked me to move in. What did you expect? For me to be packed and ready to move in hours?”
“Probably. It’s not like you’ve stayed in that damn place since you bullied your way into my life. As a matter of fact, you sure you ain’t homeless and keeping up the charade of having a spot to impress me.”
“Impress you? Nigga bye, and yes, I do. I actually loved my apartment before I started coming out here and forgot my place of residence.”
I laughed. “Don’t matter. Continue to forget that motherfucker and get your stuff moved in.”
It was six-thirty in the morning on a Monday. I picked the lock and got into his condo while he was still sleeping. He and I used to joke that he could sleep through a nigga breaking into his spot to knock him off. That damn sure didn’t age well.
For about thirty minutes, I sat on the kitchen counter, watching the time and listening to Lucky snore loudly, laid across the sofa in the corner of the room. He must’ve partied last night because he was still in his clothes.
I started to let him wake up in his own time but decided against it when I saw the sun rising. Instead I screwed the silencer on my gun and hopped off the counter, moving in Lucky’s direction.
I studied him for a moment, wondering how a snake ass fool could sleep so peacefully after everything he had done.
I tapped his forehead with the end of the gun, causing him to stir a bit before his eyes popped open.
Wide-eyed, he looked at me like he’d seen a ghost.
“Get your bitch ass up.” My words were cold and unforgiving.
“Iso, wh-what are you doing here?” He sat up, looking around as I created some space.
“Came to get you, cuz. I mean, that’s what family is for, right?”
“I didn’t mean ha—”
“Don’t gimme no excuses. Just tell me why.” I took a seat on the wooden end table next to the TV stand.
“Why what? I came here to take a minute to myself.” He apparently decided to keep lying.
“Oh, so you conveniently changed your name and zip code right after I stopped by the shop. Exactly after you realized the plan you were a part of to set me up and kill me had fucking failed. And before you get to lying, just know I ain’t asking no questions I don’t already know the answers to.”
Realization settled into his features. “Wait. So, I know I fucked up. I was in a bad place.”
“A bad place,” I repeated. “So, you brought my baby mama in on a plan with the next nigga to knock me off for what? A couple blocks I bet you don’t have anymore.”
He was silent, looking at me because he knew how this went. I didn’t play that snake motion. “You know what’s messed up?”
“What?” I asked.
“That night Junior popped up at my door with that damn car I should’ve known. Especially when the news broke that Adrian had been killed and her house burned down. But when I called Bo, he said it wasn’t possible. Him and his brother watched you die.”
I laughed. “They didn’t but I watched his brother die after he killed him and I’m about to watch you die. Don’t worry though. I’ll make sure your baby moms and your youngin never go without. It is the least I can do.”
Before he could respond, I lifted my gun and sent two slugs in his direction. One to the forehead and the other to his chest.
I then stood and stepped closer, making sure he was dead.
The reason we were in this mess in the first place was because niggas didn’t make sure the job was done.
They were too cocky in a game that required precision and sureness.
I wasn’t them. When I wanted a motherfucker dead, I made sure the job was done.