Royal #2
Tabari quickly opened the passenger door then stood to the side as Brutal practically tossed her inside. I wasted no time pressing the tip of my nine to the side of her face.
“You better calm the fuck down,” I spoke through gritted teeth. “This ain’t the kind of kidnapping where I chain you at the bottom of my basement and starve yo ass,” I warned.
"I'm not gon’ babysit you, so let me make this real simple for yo nutty ass." The barrel of my gun traced down until it pressed firm against her puffy right cheek. I pushed hard enough until I knew her inner cheek knocked against her teeth.
"I don't gotta watch you. Don't gotta chase you. Don't need my men to hold you down and get ugly with you. You leave or you do something stupid… Maniac dies first. Then I'm coming for you, 'cause we both know you wouldn't let it go."
"Good. Cause I wouldn't." She snatched her face away, jaw tight.
I let out a deep chuckle, this shit was very entertaining.
I didn’t say nothing back to her cause she got the point.
I cut my eyes over to Brutal and nodded my head, giving him the okay to go.
He pulled my door shut behind him and fell in step with Tabari.
Those two would be talking for a while. Whole lot to unpack from tonight.
I pulled off the curb slow. I opted out of putting on music for now.
I wanted to keep Amaris talking for some odd reason.
Maybe it would keep me on point with knowing where her head was at.
I meant every word I said to her. This wasn’t about to be no torturous kidnapping.
I damn sure wasn’t going to be babysitting her at all.
If she knew what was best for her during these next couple of days, she’d act accordingly.
"You not ashamed of yourself?" I asked, eyes on the road.
"Ashamed of what?" She spun toward me like the word itself offended her.
“Ashamed for trying to throw that Chewbacca-looking pussy at me.” I cracked up soon as the words left my mouth.
“I ain’t ashamed of nothing but being turned on by my kidnapper,” she admitted, her voice even.
That shit took me by surprise. So far, I liked how honest Amaris was. Pause. I respected her honesty.
“Damn, no shame in yo game at all, huh?” I glanced over at her then back on the road.
“What’s the point? You want me to sit here and waste my time lying?” She folded her arms across her breasts and turned back toward the window like I wasn’t even worth looking at.
I let her have that. It agitated the hell out of me that even her disregard to look at me bothered me.
“This Chewbacca looking pussy had you captivated since you entertained it… I’m not some delusional ass chick. If my neatly trimmed pussy was such a turn off to you—”
“My dick wouldn’t have been hard and spilling out premature nut.” I cut her off because a little bit of hair on the kitty cat never stopped me from licking it dry.
“Look, Roy.” She sighed, looking straight ahead. “I’ve been celibate for a while now… I don’t like you at all, I think your obnoxious, a walking red flag, and arrogant mixed with ignorance. Don’t flatter yourself… I can get dicked down soon as this bullshit with you and my dad is over with.”
I kept my eyes on the road and tried to stay focused on where I was headed, but my mind kept sliding somewhere it had no business going.
Amaris had a mouth on her, and I liked it a lot.
I also liked how she didn’t fold when my gun was up close and personal with her.
Then I noticed she smelled good as hell.
She didn’t have enough time to lotion down or spray perfume after her shower.
I wonder what soap she bathed with? I asked myself randomly.
She had a soft scent of coconut and jasmine.
I knew jasmine because it was my mother’s signature scent.
I shook my head at my own thoughts. I ain’t have no reason to be clocking none of what I was thinking.
I had to remind myself that she was here because her bitch ass daddy had to pay up and learn a lesson.
This was the only language niggas like him understood
Soon as I felt like he learned what I was teaching, she would be handed right back to him with no strings attached.
Still, I couldn’t stop myself from glancing over at her for a half a second. She was still staring out the window, chin lifted a little like she was too proud to let me see whatever she was actually feeling.
“Don’t nobody want yo ass, so you can stop staring at me like a creep.” She sneered, breaking me out of my hundred and one thoughts.
I nodded my head because all I heard out of everything she just said was that she didn’t mind if I was that nigga to dick her down. I let out a low chuckle, turned my music all the way up, and coasted in silence to drop her ass off at my house.
I glanced at my big face watch while switching lanes.
More important and urgent thoughts came to mind, causing me to pick up the speed.
Too much was happening at once. I hadn’t touched basis with Luca in two days, which wasn’t good.
Whenever Luca went off the grid, it meant he was in Grim Reaper mode.
Her hand shot out in my peripheral and turned my music down before I even processed what she was doing. I shot her a hard look, that was another bold ass move.
“You said I could get some clothes.” Her voice was flat again.
“I said a lot of shit.”
“So you just broke your promise.” She turned toward me, just enough to make sure I could see her blazing honeyed eyes. “Just like that.”
I didn’t promise her shit… Amaris’s bratty ways was showing.
“It wasn’t a priority of mine, Breasturant.” I eyed her titties for a couple of seconds before merging in the left lane onto the freeway. “And since you ain’t think to remind me before we pulled off, I guess you fine walking around my house naked. That’s on you.”
She let out a short, sharp laugh like I disgusted her.
“I bet you’d love that shit, Mr. Want-to-feel-something-so-bad.” She scoffed.
“This your second time since I met you saying that; what you mean?” I frowned, really wanting to know.
“I don’t know, you just look like that type of man… your tattoos don’t make it no better. You needed to feel something at the time of getting them… then your eyes…” Her words trailed off.
I glanced over at her and again, finding myself captivated by her raw beauty.
Amaris was unapologetically authentic as fuck.
Her tiny long locs didn’t look freshly twisted and still the bun on top of the crown of her head made the structure of her diamond shaped face and pouty poked out lips stand out.
“Why’d you stop explaining?” I asked, breaking her out of deep thought.
“Cause the thought expired.” She smirked. “I need clothes. I’m not trying to entertain you with my naked body.” She rolled her eyes.
“I don’t need you naked to be entertained,” I replied cooly.
“Then make sure you get me some clothes, Royal,” she deadpanned.
Who the fuck she talking to?
“There ain’t no luxuries in being kidnapped… You lucky you got a room.”
She didn’t respond to that, just turned back toward the window.
We were deep on the freeway when I felt her eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
I kept my face still, refusing to lock eyes with her.
The tit for tat shit was entertaining while it lasted.
I had more pressing matters to get my mind prepared for.
“If you want to fuck that bad, you should just say it…” her melodic voice sweetened the silence between us.
The corner of my mouth pulled up before I could stop it.
“I usually pay for the pussy… that way there’s no attachment issues moving forward. I’m willing to pay good money for yours, Breasturant… I just want you to sweat, shake, and beg for this tongue first…” I licked my lips slowly.
“If the pussy quench my taste buds good enough, I might consider blessing you with the dick.”