Chapter 23
With an intense scowl on his face, Block sat outside of the police station waiting on Blak to come out.
The police were being real dicks, and he’d sat in a cell for almost eight hours before they even gave him a bond.
It had been well over an hour since Block posted the bond, and they were taking their sweet time releasing Blak.
They were pissing him off playing childish ass games.
One of his connects at the police department made Block aware that James was in jail singing like a bird.
He hadn’t even gotten locked up for drugs, but he was snitching on drug dealers and people that sold guns in an effort to get some of the heat off his ass.
He better stay in prison because if his feet ever hit the pavement, Block could guarantee someone was gon’ kill his ass.
Shit, maybe since his wife and daughter were dead, he didn’t feel like he had anything to live for.
Watching a powerful, highly respected person turn into a fuck nigga was always disappointing.
Finally, Block saw his cousin ambling out of the police station with a frown on his face.
His eyes darted around for a familiar car.
When he spotted Block, he started walking a little faster.
Inside the car, Blak shook his head. “I swear on everything I love, those crackers were really trying me. They wanted me to go off, so they could have a reason to do some dumb shit. Stankin’ ass jail. I want to know how they knew my address.”
“James.” Block replied in a gruff tone making Blak’s jaw slack.
“I know you fuckin’ lying.”
“Nope. Kenya told me. That nigga snitching on everybody. I’d be surprised if he didn’t speak my name.”
“Mother fucking wow,” Blak couldn’t believe it.
“Don’t even worry about it because if he’s ever let out of prison, I bet he won’t last thirty days on the streets.”
“I’m not even worried about the $45,000 they took because I’m getting that back.
Brazil is going to tell them that I’m his manager, and it was money that I owed him for a booking.
But the pills,” Blak shook his head. “You know them crackers don’t play about opioids. I didn’t have a lot, but I had enough.”
“How many you had?”
“Like seventeen.”
“Marley can eat that shit,” Block responded referring to their lawyer. He was one of the most expensive in the city and well worth every dime. “He can probably get you probation. At the worst, maybe house arrest. Shit, they might throw the shit out if you go to rehab.”
“Fuck that,” Blak frowned. “I’m not giving up weed. I need to make this shit go away though because I don’t want to be in jail when the baby is born. I got Averi pregnant on purpose. It’ll be fucked up if I leave her out here to do it by herself.”
“She’ll never be by herself,” Block asserted. “As long as me, my brothers, my mama, your mama, and pops has breath in our bodies, Averi is going to have a whole damn village behind her.”
Blak nodded, but he still felt like shit.
If the past few months hadn’t taught him anything else, they taught him to start thinking long and hard before he made important decisions.
Getting a chick pregnant on a whim was crazy.
He didn’t regret it, however. He just wished he had done so when he was out of the drug game.
The past couldn’t be erased, and Blak knew he simply had to do better moving forward.
“I need some weed so bad, I feel like I’m about to have a seizure or some shit,” he declared.
Block chuckled and pulled a blunt from the center console. He also passed his cousin a lighter. Blak wasted no time firing the cigar filled with weed up. After three tokes, he held the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds then released the smoke.
“You gon’ keep moving, fall back, or what? Being that you don’t know if James mentioned your name. Both of us don’t need cases at the same time.”
“Yeah. I’m gon’ fall back for a minute. Spend some time with Mario and Symphony. Relax for a little bit and get my mind right.”
Blak bobbed his head and passed the blunt. “Yeah, I’m gon’ get with Brazil and learn about babies and shit. I’m ‘bout to be a daddy out this hoe.”
Block didn’t respond. He pulled from the blunt while driving to his destination. When he pulled in front of Blak’s house, Averi’s car was in the driveway.
“Aight my G. Thank you for coming to get me. Let me hit that two more times. The pussy ass police took my shit.”
“You can have it, nigga,” Block chuckled knowing that as soon as Blak took a shower and got some pussy, he was leaving to go buy some weed.
Pulling up his slightly sagging jeans with one hand and cuffing the blunt with the other, Blak trekked up the driveway.
He hit the blunt feverishly until there was pretty much nothing left.
After tossing the blunt, he went inside the house.
Averi was on the couch watching television.
When she saw Blak walking in the house, she jumped up.
“Nah, don’t touch me, bae. I was in that nasty ass, stankin’ ass, germy cell. I’m ‘bout to take a shower, but as soon as I’m clean, I want you face down ass up.”
“Damn you not hungry or anything?” she giggled.
“Yeah, I am, but I want that first.”
Blak had always been a clean person, so he was always meticulous in the shower.
However, after almost a day in jail, he scrubbed his skin under hot water until it felt raw.
Everything about jail was filthy and dirty.
He didn’t see how his uncle had been doing it for eleven years.
He would lose his mind. Blak’s mother had always been a neat freak.
She was the type that didn’t even want one dish in the sink.
Growing up in a house with her, he would never get used to the conditions of jail.
Every Saturday before he played with his friends, Blak had to scrub the tub, clean baseboards, and wipe down the walls.
He hated it at the time but when he moved into his own house, he was the same way.
Blak was a better cleaner than some women he knew.
The moment he exited the bathroom naked as the day he was born, his gaze landed on Averi.
She was on her back waiting for him, and he climbed between her thighs with angst. There wasn’t even any foreplay.
Blak peered into Averi’s eyes as he slowly pushed into her, and her tunnel was snug, wet, and ready.
She was always on go for him. Blak wrapped one hand around her neck as he stroked her slowly.
He wanted to buy her a house. A new car.
Shit, he would give her anything she wanted in this life and in the next.
Her lids fluttered closed as she bit her bottom lip.
She had read that pregnancy could change the vagina.
There was more blood flow making it more sensitive.
She also felt tighter. Blak was filling her up, and it was almost painful until she exploded after he’d only been inside of her for five minutes.
“Fuck,” Blak breathed before parting her lips with his tongue. He pulled out of Averi and sucked her mound into his mouth.
Her eyes widened, and her back arched as he devoured her pussy. Nothing had ever felt so good, and she was sure she would lose her mind if he kept slurping on her like she was ice cream on a hot day.
“Blak! Oh. My. God.” Her words came out choppy as her body jerked from an orgasm so strong that a tear escaped her eye. “Fuuucckk,” she moaned as he pushed back into her.
“I love you so fuckin’ much,” he declared as he stroked her into another orgasm, and they came together.
The way he saw it, he could have been stuck in a marriage that he didn’t want to be in with Naomi.
He could have been caught with way more drugs than he had because he moved heroin and pills on a large scale.
Had he been dumb enough to keep his work at the house, he’d probably be facing double digit numbers.
He wasn’t sure why God would ever look out for him, but Blak felt like he’d been given a second chance, and he was going to take it with no hesitation.
The moment Block crossed the threshold of Symphony’s home, he noticed the dimly lit space.
The only light in the foyer and the living room were coming from dozens of small tea light candles that was spread throughout the rooms. It had been a week since he was able to come to her home because Mason had been staying with her.
While Mason was with Symphony, Sonya had gone crazy in the casino.
The money from the insurance policy hadn’t come in yet, so Symphony had to step in and pay to keep her mother’s lights from being cut off.
In her grief, she didn’t even complain about it.
She did it with no questions asked. When Block found out about it, he sent the money back to her.
“Your lights got cut off?” he joked as he eyed her in a short, white, lace gown. Even with the sparse light, he could see her brown areolas through the lace, and his dick got hard.
“I’m trying to be romantic, dick face,” she wrapped her arms around his neck, and he laughed.
“You real damn disrespectful.” Block picked her up. With her legs wrapped around his waist, he carried her into the living room. “You did this for me?” the soft sounds of Case filled the room.
“I did. I want to show my appreciation for all that you do for me. I probably couldn’t have gotten through the past week and half without you.
I’m going to give you a massage.” She placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Then, I’m going to feed you. And after you get good and full, I’m going to suck your dick until my jaws lock. ”
“Got damn.”
Block didn’t know how good it felt to have someone truly cater to him.
To care about how he felt and acknowledged all that he did.
Too many people felt entitled when they didn’t deserve half the stuff they wanted.
Symphony matched his energy and his fly.
He had never encountered a woman like her and as long as he had her, he’d never need another.
He needed Symphony like he needed air. She was it for him.
One thing Tech taught him was to never rush.
Block hadn’t been with Symphony for that long, but he knew she was the one.
He would give it a few more months before he started ring shopping, but if anyone was going to be Mrs. Thornton it would damn sure be her. Dr. Thornton had a nice ring to it.
Symphony had kept her word, and she sexed Block so good that he slept until noon the next day.
He woke up to breakfast in bed and almost proposed to her right then and there.
She was going to mess around and have him spoiled.
Block had to go to his house because Tech was going to call at a certain time, and he wanted Mario, Brazil, Lethal, and Blak all to be there.
Anxiety was getting the best of Block because he hoped it wasn’t bad news.
Block tongued Symphony down in the kitchen and told her goodbye. When he exited her home, he saw Mason walking up the driveway. He wondered if he should just get in his car but fuck that. He was the adult. He wasn’t scared of a damn kid.
“What up, Mason? I heard you got beef with me,” Block stated in a nonconfrontational manner.
Mason bashfully looked away. “Not really. I just didn’t like you for my aunt, but you make her happy, and I do like that.”
“Aye, I can get why you might not like Mario. The lil’ nigga can be an asshole,” he joked making Mason simper.
“He doesn’t mean any harm. Our pops is in prison, and he deals with it how he deals with it.
I’m not a bad guy, and I’d never do anything to hurt your aunt.
She loves you, and she’d never choose me over you.
So, I guess I’m asking your permission to keep dating her. ”
Block could tell that asking Mason for his blessing meant a lot to him. It made him feel like what he wanted mattered. And it did. He gave Block a small smile and nodded.
“Word?” Block advanced toward him and gave him dap. “I’m happy to hear that. I won’t let you down.” He winked at the kid and walked to his car.
He would do what he could to be a male figure for Mason just like he’d been to his brothers.
He wasn’t the best role model in the world, but he was far from the worst. If he had to help Averi raise him that’s what it was.
Block entered his home and went straight to the shower.
He had just brushed his teeth when the doorbell rang.
Lethal and Mario walked in. No sooner than he closed the door, the bell rang again, and it was Brazil and Unique.
“Dad didn’t say what he wanted?” Brazil asked placing the carrier on the floor.
“Nope. Just said he wanted us all in one place, so he didn’t have to make a hundred calls,” Block answered.
They all fawned over Unique for a few minutes until Blak rang the bell.
Unique was the main attraction. The doorbell rang again, and Block’s brows dipped.
Everyone that his father wanted present was there, so who the hell was at the door?
Block opened it and got his answer. Standing before him with a fresh cut and crisp edge up, with a salt and pepper beard, and bulging muscles was Tech.
The man grinned showing off his white teeth.
Like a true OG, he was clad in olive green cargo pants, a black thermal, and wheat colored Timbs.
“What up family? They done fucked around and freed a real nigga.”