Amaris #3
His fingers stopped tapping.
“I think it’s time to get to the point of the visit, Roy, and—”
“Leave us,” he grunted, never taking his eyes off his guard who I now assumed was a friend since he spoke out of term.
I took my eyes off of Royal to glance over at his guard Brutal. Brutal’s eyes remained glued on Roy before he grumbled something incoherently before turning away to walk through the curtains I came through.
“Don’t look at that nigga, focus on me and continue what you think you know.”
“You the type of nigga that need to feel something,” I blurted out randomly, giving him my eyes again.
I watched him suck in a sharp breath of air. He held it in like it was smoke that he was trying to keep trapped in his lungs before releasing it slowly.
I rattled him; the reaction he gave me, lit a fire underneath me. I licked my lips seductively to fuck with his head before continuing.
“I see a little bit of identity struggle… Niggas like you walk around cocky and confident, blurting out ignorant shit like you so sure of yourself while deep down you still trying to figure out just who the fuck you are…versus who you were taught to be.”
His jaw tightened. I noticed it immediately, but I wasn’t about to back down now since he made me feel so exposed with his choice of words.
“Loyalty before emotion…right?” I exhaled softly, chest tight.
“You don’t even know which version of yourself is real anymore…
all you know is your role as Capo… all the dirty wealth your sitting on…
with a long list of bad bitches you tricking on…
creating useless soul ties with mutha fuckas that wouldn’t even use their spit to put your burning internal fire out. ”
Silence filled the space between us. His eyes locked onto mine, heavy and intense.
Like my words hit somewhere deep he didn’t let people see.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. My own emotions were still rattled; my heart still beat a little too fast for my liking.
There was no doubt in my mind that Royal was as dangerous and lethal as they come.
We sat as two strangers across from one another, reading each other like unfinished stories. With me though, I was the cliffhanger that he never imagined landing on.
Royal cleared his throat then slowly slid out of the booth. My eyes had a mind of their own, instantly I hated it. My gaze fell on the thick and meaty muscle straining against the crotch of his navy-blue dress pants.
Cockily, he grabbed it and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Damn.” He shut his eyes for a beat before opening. “I’m...what’s that word I’m looking for—” He snapped his fingers an inch away from his face like he was really searching for something.
“Smitten… Yeah, that’s the word.You got me hella smitten, ma. Maybe I should have listened to Brutal and got to the point of my visit because this—” He pointed between us. “This shit right here is dangerous as fuck.” He smirked.
He tucked both hands into his pockets before nodding his head in recognition.
“You were right about a couple of things, Amaris Jovonni Reed.” He licked his lips.
My breathing turned shallow.
“A nigga like me been yearning to feel something… I like to feel shit raw and potently. Something tells me if I feel you, I’ll become addicted, and that’s not a good thing, so…” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth loudly.
“Tell your daddy Maniac to get at me ASAP. I love to show face a week ahead of time before things get nasty. I don’t want that, Amaris… and I’m a hundred percent sure you don’t want that for good ol Jeremiah’s sake.” He laughed humorlessly.
“With what he owes…” He shook his head now like a disappointed parent. “I can turn Spike’s lounge into a high-end strip club. I’d say fuck a dress code, come in this bitch ass naked then create more useless soul ties with hoes off trickin’.” He took a step away from the booth.
All the blood drained from my face. Royal stood so tall in front of me, I had to tilt my head back just to look up at him.
“It was nice meeting you, Breasturant. I hope to never see you again, and if I do…. I hope the view is different… a view with them long thick legs spread wide open and them big ass titties touchin’ yo fuckin’ shoulders while my balls slap against that fat ass booty,” he grunted, squeezing his erect dick.
My mouth dropped open. For the first time in a long time, I was rendered speechless. Just that quick, he threatened the only man I ever loved in this life, read me down beforehand…then had the nerve to leave me horny. I was confused to say the least.
“You damn right, I need to feel something…” He licked his thick lips then tugged at his beard.
“It’s a voice in my head that says that shit at least a hundred times a day… so thank you, Amaris. You made me feel some shit. I guess it was a good dosage cause a nigga feel light on his feet tonight.” He winked then turned and walked away.
I watched his broad back and gaped at his slightly bowlegged walk.
Damn… he made me feel a lot of things.