Chapter Three- Snow #3
I lifted her up; she wrapped her pretty slim legs around my waist, and I slid every last inch inside of her. Slamming her against the door as she kept begging me to go faster, deeper, and harder. The sex was fucking insane, and my stupid ass got hooked.
At first, it was simply having the wildest sex I ever had.
Then, somehow, it went beyond that. I would call Angel just to hear her voice; she would chastise me for doing drugs, telling me I was better than that.
I tried many times to end it, but Angel wouldn’t accept that I didn’t want anything to do with her.
She would show up at the club with a huge jacket on and be buck naked underneath.
She would drop to her knees and suck my dick, demanding that I look her in her eyes and say I didn’t want anything to do with her.
This was how Buddha found out about us. He walked in on Angel with her tongue out, on her knees, as I held my dick in my hand and pumped my cum out as she drank my release. Cum dripping all down her chin.
“Oh shit, is this a train? Choo-choo,” Angel cracked as she got up and wiped her chin, as she smirked at Buddha.
“Aye, don’t make me put your ass in a headlock,” I warned her. She giggled as she hugged me, reassuring me that I was the only man she wanted before leaving my office.
“Snow, I don’t even wanna know how the fuck you started fucking Angel. All I am gonna say…is end it before daddy finds out,” Buddha was such a stick in the mud.
“What the fuck do you think I was just doing? I told her I wanted nothing to do with her. She showed up naked and started sucking my dick. What’s a man to do?” I shrugged, explaining my situation.
That was over a year ago, and here I was with a baby on the way by my side chick and a wife on the side. I pulled my mind back to the present when I heard someone knocking at the office door.
“Come in,” I answered, waiting to see who it was. The manager stuck his head in.
“There’s somebody downstairs to see you.” I scratched my cheek before reaching for the cash from the machine.
“Who the fuck is it? Why are you letting mothafuckas in when we’re not open yet?” I asked, wrapping the cash between a couple of rubber bands.
“He didn’t want to give me his name. He’s outside, Snow. I didn’t let him in.” This piqued my interest because why would someone come visit and not want to provide a name?
“Any of the bouncers here yet?” I asked because we weren’t anywhere near open.
“Nope.”
“You strapped?” I asked Ricardo, picking my gun up from the desk and tucking it into my waist.
“You need to ask?” Ricardo lifted his shirt to show me his gun.
I walked toward the office door to see what all this was about.
I followed Ricardo as we descended the stairs and made our way to the locked entrance.
I waited for Ricardo to unlock the door, revealing a man I’d never seen before.
He eyed me up and down very slowly, mentally analyzing me. I had no idea who this man was.
“Can I help you?” I asked, and Ricardo remained at my side just in case something popped off.
“Yes, you can help me. You can start by stop fucking my fiancée,” I frowned when he said that shit because I knew for damn sure I wasn’t fucking any bitch that he was.
“Mi scusi (excuse me)? I don’t know who the fuck your fiancée is, but I can tell you, I’m not fucking her,” I said what was needed to set this fool straight and turned to make my way back inside.
“Na, you are fucking her…Angel,” hearing that name made me pause and look over my shoulder at the man.
“Angel? Then who the fuck are you?” I asked, looking at the man in a different light.
“I’m her fiancé, Mervin. Who the fuck else will I be?
” I felt as though I was punched in the gut.
It was now my turn to eye this individual from head to toe.
This mothafucka was tall, clocking in at almost 7 feet.
He had long, shoulder-length hair and looked like he never missed a day at the gym.
This man reminded me of Jason Mamoa. Angel showed me a picture of Mervin once, and let me just say this swole mothafucka was not him.
I should have known better than to believe anything that mental patient said. This man was no nerd; he looked like he had begun training for the Navy SEAL at five years old. There was something deeply wrong with Angel and the way she lied.
“Look, whatever this is, I suggest you take it up with your girl,” I said, turning so I could leave and call Angel to cuss her lying ass out.
“Just one other thing. I know who you are, and I know about the little history with your family and Edwardo. Since you wanted to fuck with me and mine, I went ahead and let Edwardo know why I won’t be marrying his figlia troia (slut daughter) anymore,” Mervin flicked the tip of his nose before he smiled at me.
“I suggest you run,” he said before casually turning and walking away. Ricardo turned to me as I stared at Mervin as he walked away. His hair was blowing in the wind like some weird action hero.
“Fuckkkkk,” I muttered, knowing I was the one responsible for whatever was about to come our way.