Chapter Eleven #2
“Your people…Reesh. They may not understand us and wonder why we're moving like we're moving.”
“Fuck people. I don’t give a fuck what they think. The only thing I care about is the way you make me feel.”
“Yeah…sss…mmm…fuck people.” She agreed.
“You mine,” he told her.
Crown buried his face in her neck, sucking and biting, his grill awakening the trail of hickeys he had previously left behind.
This was Crown’s favorite position with her and only her.
It was the intimacy they shared that made it special.
He never merely fucked her. From the moment he first entered Nivéa, he made love to her.
Below him, she was a beautiful chaos. He could hear it in the air…
he could feel it. Her essence gushed all over him as they moved together in perfect harmony.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to put a baby in her.
She felt too good. Looked too good. He looked up at her as she rode his dick, her long hair cascading around her pretty face.
Nivéa was the most beautiful chick he had ever laid eyes on.
He’d be the first nigga to admit that he fell hard by his attraction to her alone.
But once he got inside her pussy, he was completely hooked.
Learning her mindset over time had only sealed the deal.
She had turned him into a simp, trickin’ ass nigga, and Crown didn’t give a fuck. She could get whatever from him.
“Shit. This pussy got me losin’ my muthafuckin’ mind. I’ll go to war over this muthafucka.” He admitted, feeling her walls contracting around him.
Crown inserted two fingers into her butt, pushing their connection to new heights.
“Baby, oh baby.” Nivéa gasped as her head fell backward, signaling that an orgasm was drawing near. She could feel it in her chest.
Crown kept going until her body began to shake, then he rose from the recliner, never breaking apart from her. Bending his knees, he slammed her up and down his dick in the air, determined to bring her to the edge in the best way possible.
“Ahhh! This your pussy. I promise you.” Nivéa assured him, her voice rising in pitch as she erupted all over him.
She screamed so loud that Crown feared she might wake the baby, but he had no energy to quiet her that night. Instead, he channeled every ounce of strength he had left into fucking her harder.
“This yo’ dick.” He growled, matching her energy.
After she came, he pinned her weakened body against the wall, slowing his pace. His back muscles flexed as he glided in and out with poetic rhythm, staring deeply into her eyes. He kissed her trembling lips and whispered,
“I love you.”
“W…what?” Nivéa questioned, her brows rose in surprise.
“You heard me right. You don’t have to say it back. Just know—”
“I love you too.” She interrupted, tears cascading down her cheeks as she reached up and cupped his face.
It made her so emotional to know the feeling was mutual. She thought she was insane the moment she began to feel that way about him. But it was how he made her feel and the way he treated her.
“And I know you know. I know you can feel it every time I hold you like this. Or anytime I look you in the eyes.” Nivéa added, kissing his face. “I have never in my life admired a man so much, Ahmad.”
Crown shut his eyes, fully immersing himself in the moment as her walls enveloped him and she kissed him once more.
“I know this pussy loves me.” He grunted, his climax building.
“She loves you ‘cause I love you, nigga.” Nivéa declared as he pulled her away from the wall and laid her on the plush rug in front of the fireplace.
He stared deep into her eyes. “Show me how much you love me…show me how much she loves me. Open wider, give me all of ya.”
On her back, with her arms locked around his neck, Nivéa drew her legs away from his waist, stretching them wide open, inviting him deeper into their shared connection.
Crown lay in her. “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to nut, baby.” He whispered in her ear as he stroked deeper.
Nivéa moaned throughout the theater as her pussy finished him off, and the sound made Crown release even faster. He pulled out swiftly. She lifted her head from the rug and kissed the furrow between his brows while he jerked his dick, releasing hard across her stomach.
They both glanced down at the heavy spill, silent for a second.
Crown couldn’t help wishing it had been emptied inside her instead.
But he was trying hard to respect her wishes about not wanting any more children right now.
He’d only slipped up once so far, back when she first came to his place, and he still carried that guilt. He respected her body and her choices.
When they finished, Crown used his T-shirt to clean up the mess they had made.
He then walked to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water, while Nivéa headed upstairs.
All she wanted was to climb into bed and cuddle after their intimacy.
But first, she stopped to check on Nyla, ensuring her baby girl was still breathing.
She never put all her trust in the monitor.
Once satisfied that Nyla was okay, Nivéa turned to leave.
As she entered the bedroom, she noticed Crown’s burner vibrating.
Choosing to mind her business, she ignored it and headed to the restroom to clean herself up.
After washing off, she slipped into her robe and a fresh pair of panties.
By the time she exited, the phone was vibrating again.
She settled on the bed, pulling the covers around her as the phone stopped, then buzzed to life once more.
She focused on the doorway until Crown entered, his eyes heavy as he handed her the water and took a seat at the edge of the bed.
“Oh, now yo’ ass tired.” He joked.
“And is,” Nivéa snickered. “My pussy sore, baby. You wore me out.”
“Pussy good as fuck, baby.” He leaned down, and they shared another passionate, sloppy kiss.
His phone vibrated again, and Crown glanced over at it, then back to her, trying to dismiss the interruption.
“It keeps going off. You should answer it. It might be an emergency.” Nivéa suggested.
Crown nodded, standing up to take the call in the restroom while he cleaned himself up.
“Sup, bro?” He answered for Smoky as he turned the shower on.
“Nigga, I been calling you. We got a problem. The tracker turned off. I don’t know if the muthafucka found it or if the car’s been destroyed. Either way, I’m in Melrose and can’t get an exact location on him.”
Sighing in frustration, Crown shook his head as he turned off the shower and washed his dick at the sink instead. He had to move quickly.
“Aight, stay put. I’m on the way. I’ll track your location.”
“Bet.”
After ending the call, Crown shot Pete a text message.
He stepped out of the restroom and noticed Nivéa with her eyes closed.
Rather than waking her, he crept to his closet, dressing quietly and grabbing both of his guns.
It took him about five minutes, and when he finally turned around, he found Nivéa standing behind him, watching with her hands on her hips.
They shared a long gaze before he asked,
“Why you out of bed, ma? Thought you were asleep.”
“No, I was trying to fall asleep. But once you’ve shared a bed with Ahmad Knight, it’s hard to sleep without him. When will you be back?”
Crown smirked at that, sliding on his gloves. He didn’t know who admired whom more at this point, and he loved the fuck out of that dynamic. Once he finished dressing, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her, gazing down into her eyes.
“You were eavesdropping?”
“Yep,”
Crown nodded sympathetically, but he didn’t have time to express how terrible he felt about leaving again so soon. Moves needed to be made to restore her normal life, and he was the only one who could do that.
“I also heard your friend mention Melrose.” Nivéa added nervously.
Crown’s gaze sharpened just as a response from Pete came through with a possible address. All Pete needed was Melrose. Crown had figured out the hard part, and he narrowed it down, finding kin that lived in the area.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about me traveling. You go back to bed, baby. I’ll be back to you before the sun rises.”
She smiled faintly, then swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she thought about the familiar city.
It had hit her in bed when she overheard Smoky mention it.
There was only one person she could think of who had moved there years ago, and Boe would turn to for help.
She hesitated, struggling to tell Crown that. Would he harm Maino, too?
“I’m not stupid. I know what you’re going there for, Ahmad. And I… I think I know where Boe is out there. But the person I think he’s with is a good guy. I don’t want him getting hurt in the process.”
Crown stared at her, recognizing how much closer they’d grown.
With that closeness came access. He tried to shield her from the other side of his world, but part of him wanted her to understand exactly who the fuck stood beside her.
He would lay any nigga down behind her without hesitation.
She got Ahmad, but the streets got…Crown.
“I’mma keep it hunnid wit’ you, baby.” He said, his grill glinting as the soft LED glow of the closet caught every diamond.
“That’s all I ever want you to do.”
Crown cupped her face with his gloved hands and leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear as he whispered slowly,
“Anybody who helps him get away after touching you…signs their own death certificate. But if he gives that nigga up or stays out my way, I’ll let him breathe. Just ‘cause you asked me to.”
∞∞∞
Crown, Smoky, and Black approached the back of Maino’s small home. Crown moved first, low and creeping. He spotted the pit bulls before they noticed him. Titan and Roxy lay, sensing something in the dark. One lifted its head, and the other’s eyes popped open, shifting its weight.
Crown didn’t hesitate, aiming his pistol with a silencer attached.
The suppressed shots were soft, just like the ones he had used on the lock at the gate.
Both dogs dropped, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds before they could attack or make a sound.
Crown then tucked the pistol, opting for his AR to finish the mission.
Smoky gave a quick nod, and Black reached for the door, breaking in with his tool.
The back lock eventually popped with a quiet click, and they slipped inside.
Crown led the way, his eyes quickly adjusting to the dim light coming from inside the kitchen.
Once they made it to the living room, he lifted his hand, signaling for Smoky and Black to pause.
He’d heard it, a bed creak and movement.
Both moved in sync, stopping to wait for his next command.
Down the hall, Maino thought he heard something, too.
Nothing loud enough to be certain, but enough to pull him from deep rest. He stood near his door, already out of bed, listening and waiting.
But there was nothing. Still, his hand wrapped tight around the gun he’d swiped from beneath his pillow, ready for whatever.
With the mess Boe had brought to his doorstep, he could never be too careful.
Maino cracked the door and leaned into the dark hallway, scanning it carefully.
He paused and listened. Still nothing. The silence, especially from his dogs, made him question himself.
Maybe he was trippin’, paranoid after everything he’d learned about Boe.
Titan and Roxy didn’t fuck around. If there was danger, he knew they would’ve sensed it first and alerted him.
He relaxed just enough to step into the hallway and start walking.
But as he rounded the corner, his world exploded, proving his gut had been right all along.
Crown emerged from the shadows and drove the butt of the AR into Maino’s face. Maino hit the floor hard, his gun skidding out of reach. As blood gushed from his nose and mouth, Crown flipped the rifle smoothly and positioned the barrel right between his eyes.
“I’mma ask you this one time. And if you lie to me, that promise I made not to kill you gets broken. I’ll put a hole in your muthafuckin’ head big enough to see daylight through.” He warned through clenched teeth.
Maino’s breath came out ragged as he stared into Crown’s dark eyes.
“Is Boe here?”
Maino’s busted lips parted, but before he could answer, a thud echoed through the living room. Muted and low, coming from beneath their feet. It was followed by the faint scrape of metal against concrete, like something being shoved aside quickly. Then came the sound of glass popping loose.
Crown's eyes darted to the floor, realizing someone was trying to escape from the basement.
“Go get that muthafucka.” He said to Smoky, who was already moving.
∞∞∞
Fuck the snitching. Crown wanted Boe's head solely for what he had done to Nivéa. That was more than enough reason for him to put him in the dirt.
The dim light inside the warehouse illuminated Boe, who stood weakly in the center of the room, supported by Black and Smoky on either side.
He was bloodied and battered, with a cloth taped over his mouth.
Smoky had already done a number on him outside Maino’s home when he caught him, but that was nothing compared to what Crown had planned.
Crown advanced, cocking his fist back before connecting hard with Boe’s face.
The powerful impact tore him from Black and Smoky’s grip, sending him sprawling backward onto the ground.
Boe gasped for breath, feeling his teeth crumble and jaw dislocate.
In an instant, Crown was on him, pressing a boot firmly against his throat as he stared up in horror, his groans of pain muffled.
“Yeah, bitch-ass nigga. Look me in my eyes. You gon’ go to the grave wishing you never touched what’s mine.” Crown said, turning to Black. “Carry his ass to the back and hang him up.”
Without hesitation, Black dragged Boe by the collar, his body slipping in and out of consciousness, leaving a bloody trail behind on the pavement. Crown and Smoky followed until they reached the designated area.
Both Smoky and Black moved with precision and speed. Smoky ripped Boe’s shirt away, and Black hoisted him onto the meat racks, the sharp hooks tearing through the skin of his back. The pain jolted Boe awake, more muffled growls escaping his lips…music to Crown’s ears.
Revenge was the sweetest satisfaction, second only to getting pussy, and Crown swore by it as he reached for a tool. That night, he vowed to make an example out of Boe. One that would send a clear message through the Hills. Nivea was his now, and touching her or Nyla was suicide.