FEENIN FOR A MENACE III (AN UNHINGED ROMANCE)

SYNOPSIS

She thought she finally knew what peace felt like. Until she realized peace isn't an option in her world.

The old Journi ran. But this one won't. She's fought too hard and lost too much to go back to being the woman she used to be.

When tragedy strikes without warning, Journi refuses to become a victim again and decides instead to become a villain, meeting danger head on.

Because now she's got way more to protect than just her sanity.

But stepping into Khaizon's world with both feet means becoming somebody her old self wouldn't recognize.

Khaizon has never been a man willing to lose.

Not in life, not in the streets, not in business, and damn sure not when it comes to Journi.

So when danger finds her once again, he'll break every rule he's ever set for himself to protect her and the baby at all costs.

The only question is, how many bodies will it take to eliminate his growing list of enemies once and for all?

The stakes have never been higher.

The enemies have never been closer.

And this war is just getting started.

"Khaizon, move, I'm not playing with you. I spent damn near an hour alone just getting into this dress. Not to mention the time spent on my hair and makeup," Journi said, pushing me away from her for the third time since we've been in the car.

We were headed to the private launch party being held at our event center located in our plaza.

But all I could think about was folding her ass up like a pretzel and giving her nothing but deep strokes.

"Nobody told yo ass to wear that dress. You know burgundy's a nigga's favorite color on you," I said as she laughed.

"That's the same lie you used yesterday when you all but ripped my damn dress off me after I came back from brunch with my daddy. You gotta stop tearing up my damn clothes. It's already hard as hell to find decent clothes that fit," she said,

reminding me of how fuckin' good she had looked yesterday in that dress.

I can't help that I'm infatuated with her ass and everything she wears looks good to me.

"Fuck them clothes, I'll buy you more. Matter of fact, pick a store and I'll buy that bitch for you. You can even keep the clothes there and think of it as an extended closet," I said, sliding back over to her side, kissing her on her neck.

"Move, pervert," she said, laughing and putting her hands on my chest.

"See, you touching a nigga and shit, now you gotta take care of this dick. You woke him up with that freaky shit you doing," I said, creeping my hand up her dress.

"Me? I ain't did shit but been sitting here minding my own business. That's your ass," she said, looking at me smiling, showing that cute dimple of hers.

"It's your fault 'cuz you doing shit to intentionally start shit. Sitting up here smelling good enough to eat and shit. Who told you to spray perfume on? Then you got your hair all pretty with my favorite color on. On top of you rubbing on my chest and shit. Yeah,

I'm feenin' for a taste of that pussy. Just come sit it on my face real quick and I won't bother you no more," I said, moving her panties to the side, knowing I'd find her ass soaking wet.

Her ass always acting like it's just me, but she stay dripping wet and ready.

Inserting a finger in that sloppy wet pussy, I slowly fingered her while kissing on the side of her neck and face.

"Noo, Khaizon, stop," she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back on the seat.

"Stop? Stop what? I'm not doing shit," I said, leaning over and popping a titty out, putting it in my mouth. It wasn't what I wanted to suck on, but I would settle for what I could get right now.

"You know what you doing. We can't d-d-do this," Journi said with her mouth open in ecstasy.

"I'm not doing anything," I said, inserting another finger as her pussy clamped down tight on my shit.

"That's it, cum for daddy and I'll leave you alone," I said in her ear before biting it.

"Y-y-you, FUCK," she screamed, grabbing at the door as I felt her legs shaking.

I sped up my movements as I fucked her through it until her body stopped shaking.

Pulling my fingers out of her, I stuck them in my mouth and licked them clean before growling.

I was looking forward to tonight and celebrating with my cousins, but now I'ma be even more happy when I got Journi back alone. I had big plans for her ass tonight.

"Put it down," I said to Journi as I watched her grab a glass of champagne from a server walking around with a tray.

"Damn, I'm not going to drink this. Lyric went to the bathroom and asked me to grab her a glass," she said.

"I don't give a fuck. You don't need to even touch shit with alcohol in it. It could spill on you and seep into your bloodstream or some shit," I said, taking the glass from her. Of course I was fuckin' with her and didn't really believe that could happen.

"I hate it here, I'm running away," she said, laughing and sticking her tongue out at me.

"You ain't gotta run nowhere, baby, your man owns a fleet of cars and a private jet — pick one," I said, walking up on her and bending down to kiss her.

"Stop that shit," I heard Zeus say just as he slapped the back of my head.

"You got your own woman to worry 'bout, old man," I said, pulling Journi towards me.

"And I do, but I can also worry 'bout my girls, nigga. And ain't shit old 'bout me," he said.

"Shit, while you sweating me you need to be concerned with why Kilo and Lyric both keep having to use the bathroom at the same exact time," I said, because they thought they were being discreet but nothing gets past me.

I peep everything. Just like I've always noticed the little looks Lyric always gives Kilo when her ass thinks nobody's watching her.

I'd already had this conversation with him years ago and told him not to approach her or cross that line if he ain't gone come correct.

Whatever he does with other bitches is his business, he just wasn't gone do it with Lyric.

He said nothing was going on between them but that was then and this is now.

And now, clearly there is. Kilo was my best friend, my brother, I trusted that nigga with my life, so I definitely wasn't gone trip off him wanting to date Lyric.

I would have had to body slam Jugg's ass though.

"They could both have to use the bathroom, you know it's a stomach thing going around," Journi's lying ass said, sounding nervous, while Zeus looked pissed off.

"Stomach bug, huh?" I said.

"Yeah, umm, and food poisoning," she said.

"I got some poison for his ass," Zeus said just as the man of the hour showed up. He of course walked back in the room first and Lyric would more than likely wait a few minutes and come out later. Kilo made his way over to us, skinning and grinning, not even knowing what he was walking in on.

"Shit, I still can't believe we pulled this all off," Kilo said, looking around the room with pride.

"Nigga, I can't believe it either, considering you damn near single handedly almost fucked up the contractor situation in week two," Jugg said, appearing from nowhere with a drink in each hand and a big ass smile on his face like he ain't have a care in the world.

"Nobody asked you," Kilo said.

"Nah, but I'm telling you anyway. This nigga," Jugg said, pointing at Kilo, "told the contractors they could take a long weekend when we was already behind schedule. A long weekend turned into four days and I had to go down there and motivate them niggas to come back to work."

"Motivate how?" Journi said.

"Best you don't know," I said.

"Facts," Jugg agreed.

Zeus had been quiet for about thirty seconds, which was never a good sign. He was looking at Kilo the way a man looks at something he's trying to decide whether to keep or throw away.

"So, Kilo," Zeus said, real casual. Too casual. "How's that stomach issue?" he said sarcastically.

"Shit, it's straight," Kilo said.

"What stomach issue? Nigga, you got the bubble guts? Ole shitty ass nigga," Jugg said.

"This nigga," I said as Journi elbowed me.

"It's a bug going around, right, Kilo?" Journi said.

"Yep, everybody's getting it. I think I caught that shit from Khaizon and he gave it to Journi," Kilo said with a smirk.

"Wait, so all y'all asses shitty? Hell naw, I can't catch that shit and give it to my kids," Jugg said. I swear this nigga was dumb as fuck sometimes.

"Nigga, don't insult my fuckin' intelligence keeping this bullshit ass stomach bug story up," Zeus said. "And Journi, stop lying for his ass before you be in trouble next."

"Aye, leave that man alone," I said. "You standing here grilling Kilo meanwhile your daughter over here been living with me and carrying my baby and you ain't said two words to me about that." Well he did, but not words I gave a fuck about. Nothing or nobody would keep me away from her.

"I said plenty to you about that already," Zeus said, cutting his eyes at me.

"Daddy, you did not," Lyric said, appearing from the back looking too innocent, smoothing her dress down.

"Let me guess, yo ass just came out the bathroom," Zeus said.

"I have a small bladder," Lyric said, blushing.

"And I got a small amount of patience left," Zeus said, but the smile cracking at the corner of his mouth gave him away. He wasn't really about to body Kilo tonight. He just wanted him to sweat a little. That was his way.

Kilo caught my eyes over Zeus's shoulder and I gave him a look that said he was good. He relaxed.

"Alright, enough of this. We celebrating tonight," Jugg said, raising both his glasses. "To us niggas. We built something real. Something that's gone outlast all the other shit we into. I'm proud of us for real."

Something about hearing Jugg of all people say that hit different. The nigga played all day every day but he meant that shit.

"To us," Kilo said.

"To us," me and Jugg said.

Zeus raised his glass. "To my family," he said, looking at both his daughters.

"Ok, enough of this sentimental ass shit. This a muthafuckin' celebration, let's turn the fuck up," Jugg said as everybody started laughing.

"Drink enough for the pregnant lady," Journi said.