Not My Type 2 (Not My Type #2)

Chapter 24 Outlaw #2

I move in closer. Slide my hand down to her ass and grab a handful through the dress. I bite my lip, still watching her. She shifts, trying to ignore me. Eyes still on my mother, like she’s not feeling what I’m doing.

I stay right behind her. Hand still there. “Wah did hot?” I press again, voice low.

She hisses. “Yuh nah listen the lady?”

I chuckle, not even hiding it. “Never a listen,” I lie straight-faced, squeezing her again.

She reaches to move my hand but I press firmer. Her body jerks slightly, but she gives up quick. “Listen to yuh mother and leave me alone nuh,” she mutters, brows pulling together.

I finally move my hand, smirking to myself. I glance at my mother, strong and composed on the mic, holding the room like the queen she is, then I look back at Zara. Her arms folded, jaw tight, eyes forward. But her cheek twitching like she’s holding back a smile. Mi get to her. As usual.

“Yuh still have me up?” I ask again, eyes on her. She hisses, low and sharp.

I don’t know what it is, if it’s because I want her or because she’s ignoring me, but I feel this itch to get under her skin. Normally, that’s not even me. I don’t do the whole annoying-boyfriend thing. That’s more Rick and Gutta’s style. But if I want you? I’ll do it.

“Eeeh?” I smirk.

She cuts me a glare that could knock a man off his feet. “Mi nuh inna the talking mood,” she says, eyes shifting away from me again.

I chuckle. “Look how long that.”

She swings her head back around. “Disrespect nuh have no expiration date, Nickoi.”

“True,” I admit, biting back a smile.

You said yuh never care… now look at you. Begging fi attention.

Cyaa do without har too long. I’ll admit that. That’s just the truth, man. “Mami,” I whisper, dipping my head to her neck.

I inhale. She smells like roses. Sweet, fresh, and soft. My hand slides back to her ass and I pull up behind her, chest brushing her back.

She turns halfway, her face tight. “What do you want, Nickoi? ‘Cause last time I checked, you were mad silent, acting like I’m invisible. Now all of a sudden you wanna socialize?” Her voice switches up. She’s annoyed.

Ah… a probably time fi mi stop and just tell har wah mi want. I reach for her hand. She tries to move away, but I catch her again, gently this time. I ease her back to me, holding her steady. Her chest rises, lips part just a little.

My tone drops low, more breath than voice. “Easy… and mek mi tell yuh wah mi wah, nuh?”

She looks up at me, and I stare right back. I don’t blink. She’s the one who looks away first. Blushing. Acting like she’s not, but I see it. She peeks back up. “You see weh wi deh?”

“I’m fully aware,” I nod, slow and calm.

She tilts her head at me, chin raised, attitude simmering beneath the softness in her eyes. “So you nuh care?”

I fold my lips, glancing off to the side for a second before turning back to her. I shake my head.

“Nope,” I say. “You know mi don’t… plus—” I lean in, voice low, “—a room deh upstairs.”

“Well I do care, so no.” Her voice final.

My face drops.

A simple, “Ah,” slips from me.

I glance to the side and catch Juaqína watching.

That look on her face, it isn’t anger. It’s something else.

Jealousy. Hurt. Maybe both. I sigh, eyes drifting over to Junior.

He’s up on the stage now. I don’t even know why I feel guilty.

I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not moving messy.

I’ve left all that behind, all the old game.

I made a choice. And I expect her to do the same. But she hasn’t.

“Jah Jah,” I mutter under my breath.

“You upset?” Zara asks, sliding her arms around my waist.

I turn my head, and her face already easing the weight on my chest. “No,” I answer, and the corner of her mouth curls into a knowing smirk.

“Come,” she says, soft but sure. She glances around once, then hooks her finger in my buckle and tugs. Just like that. She’s not even trying hard, and my mood shifts. It’s the way she moves tells me that she knows exactly what string to pull.

So easy she have yuh smiling. Zara got you wrapped around her pretty little finger, my subconscious whispers.

I let her lead. When we get to the room, she pushes the door open. We stumble into the room, lips already locked like we’re trying to kill the air between us.

She slams the door behind us, then turns like she wasn’t just kissing me back like her life depended on it. I grab her wrist before she can walk off. “Who yuh a’ ignore?”

She twists her arm but doesn’t pull away. I squeeze her hand tighter. “When man talk, yuh listen.”

She snaps her head toward me. “Whatever.”

That one word triggers a switch in me. I spin her around, slam her back against the wall, and kiss her so hard, her body stiffens for a second, then melts into mine like she needs this just as bad. “You ever ignore me like that again, mi swear—”

She cuts me off, biting my bottom lip. “Shut up and do wah yuh wah do.”

Say less. I grip her thigh and hike it up around my waist, grinding against her through our clothes.

She gasps when she feels how hard I am already, her head falling back against the wall.

Still fully dressed, tight black dress, heels still on, she looks up at me with that same damn defiance in her eyes.

“Yuh love ramp wid man?” I ask, voice low, eyes dark. “Yuh want mi make yuh lose yuh attitude?”

She licks her lips. “You talk too much.”

I spin her around, her palms flat against the wall now. I don’t even pull her dress up all the way, just shove her thong aside and free myself from my pants. My tip slides between her wetness and she jolts forward, hands bracing on the wall.

“You ready?” I hiss in her ear.

She looks back at me. “I been ready.” One thrust. One deep, punishing thrust that makes her choke on her breath.

“Shit,” she whimpers, arching her back as I push deeper. I grip her hips and pound into her, the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing bouncing off the club room walls.

“You gon ignore me again?” I groan, gripping her hair and yanking her head back so she can hear me better. She moans something smart I can’t even make out.

“Wah yuh just say?” I ask, slamming into her harder.

She cries out, voice shaky. “I… I said I might.”

I lose it. I yank her back, her spine pressed to my chest now, one arm locked around her stomach, the other between her legs. I keep pounding into her, jaw tight, her moans wild, sloppy, raw.

“You like disrespect man?” I bite her shoulder through the dress.

“Oh someone can’t handle what they dish out?” she fires back, breathless.

“Gwaan talk man.” she tries, but the words leave her in moans. My fingers rub her clit while my dick strokes her deep, brutal, and unrelenting.

“Nickoi—”

“Don’t cum yet,” I order.

“I—I can’t hold it.”

“Zara?” It comes out cold.

She responds in a desperate plea. “Mmm?”

“Wah mi say?!” Her legs start trembling.

I feel her body trying to give in. I flip her again, this time lifting her onto the table in the corner of the room.

She’s wild now, hair a mess, makeup smudged, dress halfway up, panties twisted.

I slide back inside her, her arms flying around my neck as I drill into her deeper, her heels digging into my back.

“Look inna mi eyes.” She tries. “Don’t look away.”

She locks eyes with me, moaning my name with every stroke. “I said… don’t. look. away.”

She gasps, her body tensing under me. “O-okay,” she finally whispers, the fight slipping from her lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” I breathe, pounding into her until she shatters. Loud. Wet. Shaking. I come right after, groaning her name in her ear as I spill inside her, holding her tight like I can’t stand another inch of space between us.

For a moment, we both just breathe, chests rising and falling. I brush her hair from her face, still holding her on the table.

She looks up at me with tired, satisfied eyes.

“You see how yuh attitude gone now?” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes but her smile betrays her. “Whatever.”

I chuckle, pull her closer, and kiss her forehead. “Don’t make man affi remind yuh who yah dealid yer?”

***

As I pull the zip up, I watch her through the mirror. She’s lying on her stomach, scrolling through my phone. “Psssst,” I say low, and she glances up, smiling, then she tilts her head.

“Nickoi… yuh ever come in this room before?”

I did. Countless times with Juaqína. But I knew why she asked, and hurting her feelings wasn’t worth the honesty. “No,” I lie.

“It’s just… yuh move like yuh know the place. Yuh never even ask fi key or nothing.”

I turn to her. “Mi own the club… mi just don’t monitor it like I should. Gutta handle the check-ins.”

She looks up, surprised. Then nods. “Oh… nice.”

“Yah,” I answer, just before a knock hits the door. “Who dat?” I ask, a brow up.

“Nickoi dem did a call yuh fi yuh speech yuh alright?” Mommy looks in. “Zara in deh?” I ignore the second part.

“Mi good. How yuh know mi deh in yah?”

“Juaqína out yer a cry. A wah yuh do har?” Juaqína?

“Me?” I echo, confused. Zara tells me she’s going to fix her hair, and heads to the bathroom. I crack the door and my mother steps inside.

“Mi neva see she cry like that eno,” she says, her face serious. “And mi know she nuh soft. So whatever it is, yuh hurt har.”

My chest tighten. “Wah she even a do up yer?” I hiss under my breath.

“Nick… mi have supm fi tell yuh,” she says, voice dropping.

I frown. “What?”

“Mi know say a Zara a yuh first serious woman…” she trails off, looking at me carefully. “But um.. a neva she a yuh first baby mother.”

I laugh, it’s dry. “Mommy… wah yuh a talk bout?”

“Go talk to Juaqína,” she says instead, patting my shoulder. “And come do the speech. We a wait.” She walks off and I just stand there. Still. Processing. First baby mother? Nah man. That don’t make no sense. Zara steps out, freshened up and glowing.

She comes up to me with a little smile, touching my arm. “Babe, yuh ready fi go back down?”

“Mi a go do the speech,” I tell her, and she follows me.

Downstairs, the energy loud again. I spot Juaqína by the bar, her eyes red. She quickly looks away. Zara heads over to her friends, and I move to the stage. “DON!” a few yell out, hyping the moment.

I take the mic. Mind still nowhere near here, but mi affi play the part.

“Kno’ my style… kno’ mi o keep it short,” I start and earn a few chuckles.

“Today is the Outlaw party, mi fadda 48th birthday and mi waan thank each and every one of you for being here. This is a special moment for the gang too because we are always working throughout the year and we finally meet at the end of the year with majority alive. Only a few start with us and nuh mek it cas yuh know how the badness thing go but fi see everybody here good and a celebrate my father’s special day makes me grateful…

” I continue, heart heavy, brain heavier.

By the end, the whole crowd shouts: “One Family!”

Cups raise. I smile for the camera, but my spirit feel twisted. After everything done, people come up, tell me how nice the speech was but I’m already looking for her. I spot her leaving and I move quick.

Outside, I catch her arm. “Wah yuh a bawl fah?” I ask.

She wipes her face. “You don’t even understand how much mi love yuh,” she cries. “And all yuh do is hurt mi. Hear ya? Yuh neva tell har seh no strings attached? Wah do dem gyal ya?

I shake my head. “Hurt yuh how? Juaqína, we neva deh.”

“We weren’t, but in a way we were. Tell mi one day we neva sleep together before she show up.”

I stare at her blankly. “We still neva deh.”

She sniffles. “Mi know yuh nuh love mi. But mi feelings real. Yuh cya just a fling yuh seed inna me every other day and nuh expect me fi fall in love wid yuh. Right now seeing you and dah gyal deh a mash up mi meds.”

I take a breath. “Yuh a hurt yuhself. Plus, yuh done say yuh understand mi move on and yuh respect it.”

She scoffs. “And yuh believe mi? Mi think yuh woulda leff har like the rest a gyal dem, but now? Yuh give har everything mi always want from yuh Nickoi.”

“Juaqína stop the foolishness cas mi tell yuh seh no strings attached so yuh cya tell me this now and a wah yuh seh to mi mother?” I ask her.

“The truth,” she says.

“Wah a the truth?” It comes out cold.

“Nick I couldn’t take it anymore to hear you and her,” she cries. “That was us in that same room and now a dah gyal deh so I decided to leave and then Nicki stopped me and I just started spilling the truth.”

“Watch how yah talk bout mi ooman,” I warn her. She pops her eyes wide, then I switch the topic. “And wah a the truth!?” I press, dying to hear her ‘truth’.

“I had a baby for you a-and I aborted it because I was too scared to let you know because you hated babies but now yuh breed she a-and you a support her in a every way and mek mi get rid of mine,” she cries.

Juaqína abort the baby? Like deh gyal yah wah be the first ooman mi kill. “Me mek yuh abort the baby?!” I shout.

“Yes you never would accept it!” She argues back.

The bouncer grabs her, she starts doing the most. “Yow shut up,” I warn, and she grows silent.

“Lesley let me go,” she tries to fight the bouncer.

I step closer to her, my face inches away from her.

Venom laced in my voice, “Mi nuh wah fi ever see yuh back yasso. Yuh see that weh yuh just tell me will never leave me enuh Juaqína, me nuh know if a lie or wah but just doh come around me nor the underground. If yuh wah chat anything confidential do yuh thing but just member say a death before dishonor. So if yuh wah live, it up to you.”

“Nick don’t do me this,” her lips trembling.

I look at Lesley.

“Ensure seh she leave,” is the last thing I say before I get back inside.

The party is going on fine. Give thanks nobody nuh realize what was going on. My mood is wrecked though because I just lost one of my best workers and found out that she possibly duppy wi youth. Anuh like mi would a love fi hear a news like that but Jah know mi would a be there fi the youth.

Swear mi cut up.

I build a spliff and sip on Henny, seated in the darkest corner of the club, now puffing slow, mind spiraling.

“This really is a Outlaw party,” I chug the Hennessy again, glaring at the wall.