Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
EMIL
The party was in full swing as I looked around the room, trying to find Mina.
She had been floating around this big ass estate all night and hadn’t said much to me since we left home.
She hadn’t talked to me since she found out Paisley was pregnant.
She had been giving me the cold shoulder since that day, and I’d been doing all I could to make it up to her.
Yeah, I knew the way I was moving was foul, and I had no excuse for the shit I’d done to her over the years. The truth was, I didn’t want to get married at fucking twenty-one.
Since Poppa couldn’t get Emery to break his rules, he targeted me.
And because I wanted to appease my father, I allowed him to coerce me into marrying Amina King.
I didn’t mind dating Mina, because I wanted to fuck her beautiful ass, but I wasn’t ready for marriage.
I still wanted to fuck other women and live my young life, and for the most part, Mina allowed me to do so.
It wasn’t until Emil Jr. was born that she switched shit up on me. She started to show a little more interest in our arrangement when we both agreed that once the five-year deal our parents made was up, we would divorce.
That wasn’t the case.
Mina came to me after our son was born, telling me that she didn’t want a divorce and that we should stay together for the sake of our son.
I told her that I couldn’t guarantee that I could make such a promise, and she begged me to try. And I did it for a while. But my young and stupid mentality kept me fucking a new bitch every week. She knew about it but never spoke about it.
I’d grown to love Mina over time, but when she got pregnant with Hassan, I went binge-fucking because she’d lied to me about being on birth control.
And that was how Paisley happened. I had always had a thing for Paisley St. Claire.
She was beautiful and innocent, . . . never saying too much, but she just possessed that calming innocence that I admired.
Where Mina was somewhat poised and was a tad rough around the edges, Paisley was soft and nurturing.
We started out fucking here and there until it became a regular thing.
I didn’t love her nor have feelings for her, but I could admit that I enjoyed the sex between us.
I knew she was up to marry Mina’s brother, Isa, but he was overseas, working on a project that kept him away 80 percent of the time.
She’d confided in me how lonely she was, and my ass took the bait and gave her entertainment. The shit between Paisley and me wasn’t supposed to go this far. I’d told her that our shit was done and that I was going to make it work with Mina.
She was fine with that since Isa was coming home next month, so they could do whatever the fuck they would do, and I could focus on Mina and my sons.
But when she sent me pictures of an ultrasound, saying that she was pregnant, Mina saw it, and all hell broke loose.
I was so glad when Emery walked in that day because her hand was near the corkscrew, and I just knew she was going to jab that motherfucka in my neck or some shit.
I knew I was a problem. I’d been that way since I graced this earth.
I was a hothead, and I loved money, but after killing Alphonso and Raymon, I knew my reckless behavior had to stop.
And since I had a feeling Emery’s ass was trying to make his exit from this shit, I knew I had to step up to the plate and become the leader of our empire.
Emery wouldn’t hand this shit over to me if I kept being reckless, so I was chilling, hoping and praying we didn’t go the fuck to jail behind all this shit.
I had faith in Yumi, though. I knew sis would make sure we stayed out, and Emery was trying to pinpoint the new judge ruling on our case so he could pay his ass off.
“Aye, have you seen Mina?” I asked her girlfriend, Chase, as she walked by.
“Oh, she’s on the balcony, upstairs.”
I could see the lust dancing in her eyes, but I ignored that shit. Paisley was already close enough to getting a nigga murked. I’d be damned if I slid in her homegirl. I would be pushing up daisies.
“A’ight, thanks.” I walked away and headed to the elevator, taking it to the top floor.
Once I stepped off, I hung a left and walked down the hall toward the open doors of the balcony.
There were only a few people up here, trying to find a room to fuck in.
I finally approached the balcony and saw Mina sitting in the chair, pre-roll between her fingers as she blew smoke from her mouth.
She was sexy as shit, and I hated that she wasn’t fucking with me. Even after I paid over a hundred grand to give her the intimate birthday party she desired, it wasn’t so intimate. I leaned against the doorframe as I watched her for a minute, feeling fucked up now that we were in this space.
Her head slowly rolled over to me as she stared at me, then looked back out at the green pastures and night sky. “I want a divorce,” she finally said.
My stomach sank as I shook my head. “No.”
Her head snapped back over to me. “I wasn’t asking.”
“You didn’t have to. We made vows to one another.”
She scoffed and laughed. “What vows? You haven’t honored those fucking vows since you said them fake shits.
Let’s call it, Emil. I bought a house in West Bloomfield, not too far from your home, so you can see EJ and Hassan whenever you feel.
We’ll split custody however you see fit if you happen to not go to prison.
I don’t want anything from you but to be released from this marriage. ”
“Mimi . . .” I got vertical and walked over to take a seat next to her.
“Please don’t use that nickname with me anymore.
It won’t change my decision. You violated.
You fucked Paisley, and you knew she was set to marry my brother.
You got that bitch pregnant, so I know this affair has been going on for quite some time.
You don’t love me, and I’ve come to terms with that.
Just give me the divorce so we won’t have to go through the courts to make it happen. ”
“I do love you, Mina, and I’m trying to make it right.”
“You can’t. It’s too late.”
“Baby . . . Please don’t do this.” I dropped down to my knees in front of her as my palms went to her waist. I loved this woman more than I ever cared to admit, and while I was just coming to realize that I was hoping she would forgive a nigga because I didn’t think I could live without her.
“I promise I’m done with the bullshit. Give me a chance to fix what I fucked up.
I can’t live without you, and I don’t want our boys growing up without both of their parents in the home.
It’ll be different if I go to prison, but as long as I’m out here, I want to be with you and only you and raise my sons. ”
“Why now, Emil? Why, after years of bullshit, do you want to make shit right? I waited! I waited for you to love me, gave you time to get this shit out of your system, but you fucking Paisley St. Claire and getting her pregnant is the ultimate betrayal! I hate you, and I’ll never forgive you!
” She mushed my head hard as fuck then started wailing on me.
I took a few blows from her before grabbing her in a bear hug, allowing her tears of torment to soak my suit jacket.
“I’m sorry, Mimi. I swear to God, I’m sorry.
I’m a piece of shit who don’t deserve you, but I promise to make this shit right.
I love you, baby. Don’t give up on us.” I could feel my eyes misting as I kissed her neck, her chin, then her lips.
She tucked her lips in, refusing to let me kiss her.
I pushed the material of her gown up and slid her panties down and off.
I pulled her hips to me, then went under her dress, attacking her pussy with purpose and precision.
“Uhhhhn.” She moaned when I sucked on her pussy. “Oh, fuck!”
“Stay with me, Mimi. Please, baby,” I mumbled, flattening my tongue, dragging it up her pussy, then swirling it around her clit before sucking it into my mouth.
I couldn’t lose her. It may have taken me a while to fully tap the fuck in, but I was here now, and if I had to beg like James Brown, stand in the rain and sing to her like Ray J, or reenact a scene from a Jodeci video, I’d do all that shit just to keep her in my life.
“Emilll.” She moaned, trying to push my head away.
She was cumming, and I was drinking from her good ass fountain.
I lifted, undoing my pants, then pushing inside her gushy ass pussy.
She gasped, and I took her lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth.
She gripped my head, kissing me with aggression and passion while I pumped inside of her.
“Fuck, baby, damn,” I voiced, feeling myself about to nut already.
“Ahhh, I’m going to cum again. Emillll.”
“Give it to me, baby.” I continued to give her long, deep strokes until I felt her pussy pulsating over me, and I released deep inside of her guts.
We stilled for a moment, breathing heavily as our foreheads connected.
“Stay with me, Mimi. Give me one more chance. I know a nigga don’t deserve that shit, and I don’t care what I have to do; I’m going to make it up to you. I promise.” I pecked her lips and wiped her tears with the pad of my thumbs.
She nudged me, and I sat up, still on my knees. She looked me square in the eyes and said, “I hope that bitch was worth losing your family, and I hope that bitch is bleeding a river after losing that baby.”
I kept eye contact with her, reading between the lines. “Amina, why did you do that?”
“The movers will be there on Monday. Thanks for the party.” With that, she stood, snatched her panties from the ground, and began walking away.
“Amina!” I attempted to grab her hand, but she dodged me and continued inside the house. I sat there with a wet, deflated dick, feeling like my world was crashing.
What the fuck did she do to Paisley? Fuck, man!
I underestimated Mina’s treachery. Even though Paisley assured me that she wasn’t keeping the baby, I still felt fucked up that she wasn’t able to do it on her own terms.
I hadn’t been the best husband, and I loved my sons to death, but I hadn’t been the best father to them either.
While I was out, ripping and running the streets, I was neglecting time I could have been spending with my family.
My boys were still young, so I had time to repair any time I may have wasted not doing shit with them, but Mina was going to be hard to get through to.
I fucked her over, disregarded her feelings and love for me, and slept around on her too much to get back in her good graces so soon.
I emotionally abused her without intending to, and now, she wanted to end us.
I couldn’t let that happen for the next nigga to slide in and try to claim my family.
I’d murk any nigga she attempted to put in my place.
I fixed my clothes, dried my eyes, then picked up the pre-roll she was smoking and lit it. I didn’t give a fuck what Mina thought she was about to do. She wasn’t leaving me, and I put that on the next baby I hoped I’d just put in her womb.