Chapter 7 Relic #3
“You’re still my bitch, Larenn. You got the crown. No other woman is fucking with you or this pussy.”
“So, you don’t need those other hoes, right? You don’t want them because they can’t do shit for or with you. This dick is mine,” she affirmed rather than asked.
He couldn’t refute her claim if he wanted, because his fucking tongue heavied and lolled out of his mouth when she spun around with his dick inside her.
Kennedy tipped forward, gripped his calves for leverage, and worked his dick in circles while her ass fluttered, mimicking his damn gut.
Her pussy devouring his shaft in reverse cowgirl sent his goddamn toes curling.
“Shit, Larenn. Why you fuck me better when you hate me, baby? Throw that fat muthafucka,” he egged, sending a firm smack to each cheek. He palmed her meaty ass with both hands to motion her on his dick swifter. “Tell daddy how good this dick feels. Let me hear you.”
“Daddy, yo dick so fucking good, I’m ‘bout to cum!”
“Mwen santi li. You holding me so fucking tight. Milk this dick dry and catch every drop.”
Her walls pulsated around him in response, and that was all he needed to feel for his balls to tighten before his pent-up aggression expelled from his body along with his nut.
A careless act he’d avoided, outside of with his son’s mother when he was younger; he didn’t think twice about doing with Kennedy.
She’d conditioned him to it like the shit was as normal as breathing to stay alive.
He didn’t have to wonder whether he beat her to the punch because her legs trembled against his sides, and she let out the sexiest moan as she slowed, gliding up his shaft a final time to expose her cream before landing on his dick like it was her personal throne.
Relic didn’t rush her to get off since she’d staked her claim on it; it was hers.
“If life were simple, I could sit here all day. Since it’s not,” she started, climbing off him with a wince as his dick flopped onto his thigh.
She fell on her back beside him and let her head roll in his direction before finishing, “Let’s put our emotions aside and focus on the bigger shit we have to deal with. ”
“Emotions?”
She pursed her lips at his insistence on playing dumb.
“Yes, emotions, Relic. The thing that convinced you to call my phone twenty times and then show up at my parent’s house like my dad wouldn’t shoot your ass.
The thing that had you breaking shit and that’ll get you punched in your fucking face if you ever shove yo fingers up me again like you’re my gynecologist. Explain to me what happened at the restaurant. ”
Immediate anger coursed through Relic as his niece’s screaming voice penetrated his thoughts, causing his body to grow rigid. His gaze cast up at the ceiling.
“I was followed there from the mall by Lomar’s sister and a few niggas. I peeped them in the garage but decided to deal with it later. I didn’t think they would double back for me with her in the car, but I was wrong.”
“Was anyone seriously hurt?”
“Navy has a broken arm because Drish dove on top of her once I called out for them to get her. He took a couple bullets to the leg and side, but he’ll be straight, and so will his pockets.”
“Damnit,” she panicked, combing a hand through her braids before she chewed her inner cheek.
Relic remained tight lipped and waited as his partner, his queen, calculated the risks while formulating a plan he hadn’t found time to map out because his mind refused to allow it.
It chose to focus on his niece almost receiving his karma, and his sister-in-law going back to hating his guts because of his slip up.
His brother had inadvertently done the one thing he’d avoided.
Shabu gave him children and a wife to stress over.
Relic liked it better when his brother had no kids and was dating a bitch he couldn’t give less of a fuck about.
“What’d you do about the restaurant?”
Agitation surfaced, setting Relic’s face into a scowl at Kennedy focusing on an item that was at the very bottom of his priorities list.
“I shut it down and had the windows boarded. That’s the only reason I left the hospital because Shabu wouldn’t stop bitching about it.”
“Okay, keep it shut down, and shut down the rest of the businesses, too.”
“Shut down the rest of what?”
Relic turned his ear to her like he’d heard her wrong. He knew exactly what she meant, but that would give the impression he feared niggas who’d feel him very fucking soon.
“And this is why the queen controls the board.” Her rejoinder coupled an eye roll before she sat up to hold her palm out before explaining, “We’re not running scared, so put your ego aside.
We’re about to create the allusion that we are, though.
Koda had a chess move he used called the fishing pole trap. What do you do when you fish, Relic?”
The analogy he quickly picked up on put a drawling smile on his face. “Bait them in.”
“Right! We’re about to have a blackout to let the opps believe they’ve won while we’re lining up for our counter attack,” she said, moving an imaginary piece to the center.
“We just need a strong piece to help them get comfortable, so they’ll think they hold the upper hand, and then.
..” Her hand moved pieces on their end. “Your knight, or bishop, and pawns move in to do the rest.”
“Aura.”
The stench of shit might as well had entered the room with how high her lip tooted under her nose from hearing that name. Relic cleared his throat to not laugh.
“She’s the easiest to use since I already had something arranged. That’s why I was with her at the mall. The video in your group chat was bullshit. I had to strong arm Aura after I read messages between her and Ronnie talking shit about you.”
His nosey ass admitting to watching the video didn’t go over her head as she fussed, “They were talking about me for fucking what?! I had one conversation with Aura at the salon, and Ronnie is just a bothered, hating ass hoe.”
“That I know. Aura inserted herself in problems that weren’t hers, so she’s the bait now. I’ll reschedule her club appearance for next week. I’ll see if she can get Ronnie to invite Mea, too, since they’re cool. I can kill two bird brain bitches with one stone.”
“Yep, and I’m sure the niggas who shot at you will be with them as either protection or to brag that they’re with your artist after shooting up your shit.”
Relic shut his eyes as a pulsing started at his temples before spreading behind his ears.
A migraine was coming. In the past couple months, he’d dealt with his oppositions gunning for his head more than in the fifteen years spent building his drug empire from the ground up.
If the Feds didn’t put a pep in their step, the burial plot he’d secured through his funeral trust might get him first.
A soft hand resting on his cheek sent his lids peeling apart. Kennedy caressed him with a gentleness he didn’t want to accept but couldn’t seem to pull away from. Her touch made him wonder whether she genuinely cared or if she was becoming skilled at milking her position for all it was worth.
The cost of Kennedy being his queen increased by the day, and Relic had a feeling she’d make him pay in more than monetary means.
“I know it seems like everything is crumbling around you, but that’s because it is.
You have come so fucking far, and all these obstacles are popping up ‘cause you’re right at the finish line.
Don’t fold,” she said, leveling him a look that put a fresh battery in his back.
“Don’t forget that you are top dog, Relic.
Get your head in the game ‘cause, quiet as it’s kept, none of your folks can or will hold your family down like you.
No one else can do what the fuck you do. Konprann?”
Kennedy using his dialect put that flittering Relic was growing used to in his chest. He propped up on an elbow to pinch her chin between his fingers like she’d done him earlier.
“Wi, Larenn,” he conceded and pecked her lips. “Was that one of those speeches Savvy and her peoples give my folks?”
“Not at all. That was from one big dog to the biggest. We talk different. We’re the fucking dream team, Relic, so don’t forget it.”
She held out a hand, and Relic spit out a hearty laugh that sounded foreign to his own ears before he shook on it.
His amusement ebbed after recalling their first handshake that’d sealed the deal on their partnership, and he realized he didn’t regret it.
Her skeleton in his mental closet settled into a corner because he decided to release his guilt about giving the order to set the salon on fire.
Kennedy wouldn’t have entered his life if he hadn’t.
“I know, you’re not a hoe,” he blurted before his lips tweaked when she slowly tipped her head to one side.
“I know that I’m not a hoe, too. I can count the niggas I’ve fucked on one hand. Bet you need to borrow my spare fingers, huh?”
That got a full blown laugh out of him. “I don’t want to argue, so I’ll neither confirm nor deny. I’m trying to say I didn’t mean it, Kennedy.”
“Then say what the hell you’re supposed to say when you get out of line. Come correct like I did. I’m waiting.”
“I apol—” He paused and gagged like he’d throw up, making her cackle before he finished, “I apologize. I know you’re only a hoe for me.”
“Nigga!”
She punched his chest, and he smirked while taking in the infrequent moment of her seeming happy with him.
His hidden obsession pulled his undivided attention, and he inspected each scar while his vast hand planted on her belly before treading up her velvety skin.
He lingered between her supple breasts and then routed to her throat, smirking when her neck contracted from a swallow while her pulse raced against his palm.
She didn’t put up a fight when he pulled her downward to feed her his tongue.
Kennedy closed her eyes and relished the effect of his tongue lapping hers while his mere touch sent every nerve ending she possessed haywire.
Relic’s potency was easily comparable to the drugs he sold—stimulating, addictive, and high-inducing to the point of complete euphoria.
The physical and mental crash that could follow reminded her that the higher he took her, the lower she would fall if she didn’t catch herself before it was too late.
As if the sudden hesitation in her kiss was noticeable, Relic pulled back to stare her in the eyes.
“You still hate me, Larenn?”
“Yes,” tumbled from her mouth like word vomit, and he heaved a breath before brushing his thumb across her soft lips.
“I know it. You gon’ leave me, baby? After all the shit you were just talking about how I didn’t need anyone else ‘cause they can’t do what you do. You gon’ let them other bitches have me?”
“No. I might hate you, but not to where I would give up my spot after all the shit I’ve dealt with, especially to a bitch who hasn’t earned her stripes. You told me that I can hate you but don’t leave, right?”
He ran a hand through her braids, he decided was his favorite style on her, and nodded. “I did.”
“Then, we have an understanding. I accept your offer, and I want it in writing like everything else. We’ll both get what we want in the end, right?
” She shied from his touch and clamored out of bed while tossing out, “I’m about to shower and then clean up the mess you made downstairs. Get some rest.”
She walked off, and Relic glued his eyes to his version of perfection until she was out of his sight.
Her rationality about their circumstances was far from what he wanted to hear, but it wasn’t a problem for him either.
As long as she stayed the course, he could win her over and gain back his partner who didn’t hate his guts or cringed from his touch as if he disgusted her.
The longer Kennedy stuck around, the more opportunities it would allot Relic to convince her that she didn’t belong anywhere else but by his side.