Chapter 19
Shio Cuppacio
Iheard the front door slam shut, indicating that Solana had left to hang out with the wives. She hadn't come back to the office to say goodbye, and that was probably the smartest thing she'd done since she landed her pretty feet on American soil.
Shit had gotten extra thick in here, and I was cringing at how close my ass was to folding and taking Solana down on my desk.
I'd made the first physical mistake by sitting her on my lap, but she made the first unintentional mistake by bringing her ass on my side of the house in that tight-ass dress.
I knew better, though. I'd preached to all that would listen how important it was to move with reason. Logic. And my ass was in here moving like a boy who’d just hit puberty.
Solana was pushing buttons I didn't think I'd possessed. She was quiet but sassy, which kept my interest piqued. She was a natural learner, and that surprised me because I didn’t meet many people who desired to be better. She looked like a plate of enchiladas straight out of the oven—immaculate and ready to be devoured at any second. I’d been around pretty women all my life, but Solana was an exotic Black beauty.
She smelled perfect, even when she was sweating like a racehorse during our workouts.
I had gone from dreading sharing my gym with her to looking forward to the days we exercised and ate breakfast together.
I had been keeping my feelings at bay, or whatever the fuck this was that was happening, because it’d only been a couple of weeks since she walked out of the guest room bathroom with my gun pointed at her dome.
I thought I was doing a good job by doing two-a-day workouts, needing to do one by myself just to release whatever the fuck had come inside of me and placed images of Solana there.
I’d even double up my workload with Don and Matteo to keep busy and out of the house, but reality had checked my ass this evening.
I'd heard every voice from every person in my life telling me "no" clear as day, and I'd been listening up until two hours ago.
I had to get my shit together before my dick started a war.
My dick.
That's what the problem was. I didn't like Solana.
My ass just hadn't released in days. I wanted to be respectful and not bring Uriah to the crib while it was Solana's temporary residence, so I'd ignored my human need. I needed to bust two nuts, and the sooner the better. I’m sure afterward, I’d be straight to continue this roommate situation.
Going to the lounge chair, I twisted one of the buttons in opposite directions until I heard a click.
The chair seat opened and displayed rows of rubber-banded money.
I'd asked Preston to help me with this custom safe, and he'd significantly delivered.
Putting all the money Solana and I had just counted inside the chair base, I updated my logs, closed the chair back on its base, and stood.
Seeing my personal phone vibrating on my desk, I walked over to see that Vello was FaceTiming me.
I hadn't heard much from him outside of business, and I knew it was because those twins were occupying his time.
I was happy for him and Discover. Between the engagement and the twins' arrival, I'd say Vello was on track to be an official member of the Rinaldi Mob.
Pia was deep in wedding planning, so Nel was close too.
It was now on me to ensure I fulfilled my obligation and got myself a fucking wife.
Shaking my head, I thought about Glow and Tunan.
Not having the mental space to even think about that shit, I shook my head again to clear the two from my frontal.
Chuckling, I answer the phone. "Yes?"
"Yo'! You going to the Dungeon later tonight? Nel said they gettin’ together since the wives went out."
"I ain't heard shit, but I'll slide through."
"You probably ain't heard shit cuz you over there reading the Bible and looking at that Hispanic girl’s ass!" Vello roared into the phone. "At the same time too!"
I ain't have time for this nigga’s antics tonight. I had one destination in mind, and if time permitted, I'd swing by the Dungeon after.
When I didn't reply, Vello kept jesting me.
"Oh, you on mute now? It's all good. I know your ass over there, fuckin’ her in your mind and shit.
" Before he could say anything else, I heard Discover saying something in the background.
"Aite, Big Mama. Text me pictures so ion get the wrong shit.
Aye, Shio... I'll catch up with y'all later. I gotta go to the store for my wife."
I could hear the smirk on his face when he said, "my wife." Niggas were clowns. Just months ago, they were in my house crying and bitching about the Don's, their women, and our duties that had to be fulfilled to become authentic mobsters.
"Yeah. Later." I hung up the phone and headed to my room to shower and change.
Everyone had jokes about my current predicament, but if any of those fools had been in my shoes, Don would be sending out SOS signals to allies to help him with the Ledesma Cartel’s declaration of war.
I wonder if that's why that slick-ass nigga gave Ines the okay to send Solana to my house? Did his ass want a war or was he trying to prevent one that was already brewing in Mexico. Whatever the fuck Demise had up his sleeve was costing me my fucking peace, and I ain't like the shit.
A conversation would need to happen soon if he expected me to keep this shit going.
Today was only the first strike, and I had a plan to cease any further attraction between Solana and me.
But the problem was that my plan was weak as shit.
I was relying on my dick when I'd always relied on my mind and intuition.
The problem there was that my mind was consistently showing me signs that Solana needed to get took.
Still, I was going to try my shitty plan if it meant I could continue sharing space with the Mexican princess without wanting to beat her shit in.
At this point, I was no better than my clown-ass cousins.
“Shio? You heard me?”
The gentleness and softness of Uriah’s voice made me shift my gaze from the late-night traffic below.
Horns, headlights, and engine exhaust could be heard, smelled, and seen from up here on the thirteenth floor.
Pulling from the blunt that was perched between my lips, I took a long drag.
Tomorrow was Sunday, so I needed to get my herbal fix now.
Leaning back in the chair that I was relaxed in, I blew out the fumes once my lungs could no longer hold onto the marijuana.
“I said, ‘When are you coming in?’ I’ve been out of the shower for over an hour.”
With lowered eyes, I peered at Uriah’s black toenails.
I wasn’t a fan of the color choice against her skin tone, but the clear six-inch pumps she was standing in made up for it.
Balancing her weight, she pressed a hand to her hip, showing the gap between her thighs.
We were on the thirteenth floor, but she was standing outside in a red lace bra and panty set like there wasn’t a building of condos across the street.
Uriah looked fucking good. Her hips and ass were swallowing the panties, and unlike the black polish, this did look good on her chocolate skin.
Her breasts were spilling out of the bra, and she must’ve used some quality body oil because her flat stomach, legs, and all the other exposed parts of her body were glistening.
Uriah was fine as fuck—so fine that my dick should have been standing at full attention, especially since it had been a minute and my reason for chopping it up with her was to bust some much-needed nuts.
Taking another hit from the weed, I repeated the notion of holding it in before releasing it; this time, I blew the smoke in her direction, the cloud temporarily blocking her. Her hair was in some drooping curls that hung down her back, and I could tell she had just gotten it done.
“Shio, no. Please put the weed out. I just got this done. Come to the bedroom.” She was begging.
She’d actually been begging me to come inside for over an hour.
This had been her fifth attempt to get me inside.
While I was enjoying the view, I was also low-key stalling.
I wanted to run up in Uriah; I just wasn’t sure if my body would cooperate since I’d had no urge since getting here over an hour ago.
“I’ll get it fixed again,” I stated lowly, and I would. I never left Uriah without hitting her off with some bread.
With one hand on her hip, she ran the finger on her other hand across her glossed lips as she looked at me as if it were dinner time.
Uriah had the sexual appetite of a man; or at least when it came to me, she did.
I never had to do too much; she always looked good, smelled good, was wet and willing to do whatever the fuck I wanted.
I didn’t have to work for it. I’d never put my mouth on her, and she hadn’t even fucking asked me to.
It wasn’t like I would if she had worked up the courage to ask.
She was just willing to go along with whatever, and I was sure she got what she needed from my dick.
“Come on, Shio. Please…” She poked her lip.
“Don’t beg no nigga for shit, Uriah,” I spoke in an octave higher than my own due to the smoke still infiltrating my system.
She groaned. “But I’m horny.”
And I’m not.
But I didn’t tell her that, though. I was the one who had hit her up after my realization earlier. I caught her out with her friends, and she was so used to me calling at sporadic times that she already had a bag in her trunk and was ready to meet me at whatever location I sent her.