Chapter 6
Hov
“Baby, what’s going on?”
Ciara had been scrolling through her laptop in bed, legs stretched under the satin sheets, hair tied up, looking naturally fuckin beautiful until I started putting on my clothes.
Her and I hadn’t really left this bed since we got home from court.
She had run a tub full of warm water for us when we got home, I made love to her ass for a couple of hours, and then we ordered takeout just so we wouldn’t have to leave our bedroom.
“I’m going to help the lawyer, Bria, she just got into some trouble.”
Her eyes lifted slowly in the way they do when she’s trying to decide if she’s about to argue or listen.
“What kind of trouble? Does it have to do with you?”
“No, baby.” I leaned over and kissed her forehead, catching the faint scent of coconut from her hair.
Ciara hadn’t changed anything about her nightly routines and wasn’t acting bougie because she was with a nigga with money.
She still used the same products on her skin and her hair because as she said, they were obviously working and if it's not broke don't fix it.
I loved to see her just like this. In my bed, in her natural state, comfortable and clean.
“Then what's going on?”
“She fucked up and needs my help to cover it up.”
“Fucked up how?”
“She says she murdered someone.”
Ciara’s mouth dropped open, and she peeled the cover back from her legs to stand up.
“Nuh uh. Who did she murder?”
“The nigga she said, killed her sister.”
“What! Are you serious?”
“Yeah baby. She just called.”
“And what are you supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. We will see once I get there.”
Ciara grabbed my arm just as I reached for the jeans I had draped across the foot of the bed. Her grip was firm, and her nails dug into my skin.
“Umm, no. We just got you out of some shit, and now you’re about to go involve yourself in something else worse? I thought you were going to calm down in the streets, baby?”
“And I have.”
“How is this calming down? I mean, I like Bria, and I feel for her, but I do not want you involved in that. Who knows what happened with her? We have a baby on the way, and we might not get so lucky next time. So I'm sorry but you are not going anywhere.”
“Mama, Bria played a big part of me being in this room with you tonight and Ciara, you know I don’t like not being there for people who are there for me.”
“I know, and I love that about you, but I’m sure there’s another way to help her. With all the people you know, you can’t find anyone else to go and help her out?”
I sat back down on the edge of the bed, feeling the mattress dipping under the weight of my body and the pressure now put on my shoulders.
“Yeah, I guess I can make some shit work.” I leaned back, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
“Who are you going to call? Don’t send a dummy over there to get them both caught up. And don’t send Bam. You know how slow he walks now.”
I chuckled, rubbing my chin. She knew my crew almost as well as I did now.
Ciara wasn’t entirely opposed to my lifestyle, but she made me promise, before my trial started, that it would be the last trial I would ever be involved in.
And one thing I don’t like is breaking a promise to her.
When I told her I wouldn’t get caught up again, I meant that shit.
I’m staying free for my baby as long as I live.
“I’m going to call the best nigga I can for some shit like this.”
“And who is that?”
“The Slim Reaper.”
Ciara’s face softened just a little, a small smile breaking through her worried face.
“So, you two are back on good terms now?”
“We aren’t, but we not on bad terms either, baby. Right now, it’s more business than brotherhood between us.”
“Yeah, but in this business, you need brotherhood. You need loyalty around you, and Crew has proved that he’s just that.”
I nodded my head in agreement, letting her words sit for a second before dialing Crew’s number. After the fifth ring, I already knew what was up.
“Yo, yo? What’s poppin’?”
“You busy?”
“Not really, what’s up?”
I heard a woman smack her lips in the background. Of course, this nigga was fucking.
“I’m about to send you an address. I need you to get over there and help my lawyer, Bria, with a clean-up and disposal inside a Bentley parked out there.”
“Say no more nigga. Shoot me the address.”
“I got you.”
I hung up, typed out where to find her, and stared at the screen for a second before hitting send. Ciara climbed back into the bed and grabbed her laptop before I snatched it out of her hand.
“You kept me in this house, now you need to make this shit worthwhile. Now give daddy some of that pussy.”
“You saying that like it’s a punishment.” She giggled.
“It’s not, but I’m about to punish her as gently as I can.”
I climbed in the bed and kissed Ciara on her shoulder before going down to place my tongue in between those thick ass thighs that belonged to me.
I love the married life, and I wouldn’t trade it for shit in the world.
I’ll let Crew take care of that shit with Bria while I make love to my wife and the mother of my child.
Damn, I love the sound of that shit. I love every single thing about being with Ciara Matthews.