Chapter Eleven- Buddha #2
“Hey,” the sound of Dior and her playing with my hair tore me from my thoughts.
I looked up at her and stayed silent as she took a seat next to me on the step.
She was wearing one of my t-shirts that fit her like a dress.
Lotus got up and moved closer to his human mom, who immediately began to pet her.
I smiled thoughtfully because when she first got her, she was scared shitless of Lotus.
We both watched in silence as Lotis descended the steps to go use the bathroom.
“Maybe I should have paid closer attention when I sat down in my car. That way, I would have known Jeremy was hiding in the backseat. I mean, I knew somebody was following me when I was driving; maybe I shouldn’t have stopped.” I exhaled loudly, closing my eyes briefly before turning to Dior.
“This shit isn’t your fault. The sign that Jermey was unraveling was there, and I refused to pay attention.
My job is to protect you as your husband, and that’s what the fuck I’ll do,” I reassured her before leaning over and gently caressing her cheek.
Closing the space between us, I gently touched my lips with hers.
Dior wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. She deepened our kiss by prying my mouth open with the tip of her tongue.
“Come here, baby,” I dragged her over so she could straddle my lap, throwing her legs on either side of me.
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” I told her, kissing her neck and then her chin. I could smell the sweet nectar between her open thighs, and I got turned on. “I’ll fix everything. Look at me,” I commanded her, as my hand reached between her legs and inched up toward the outside of her panties.
“I promise to always protect you. You hear me?” I said, shifting her underwear to one side. Plunging my index and middle fingers inside of her tightness. Using my thumb, I rubbed on her clit simultaneously.
“Sssss,” Dior hissed, as her lower half began to grind against my hand. She licked her lips seductively as she watched me, while I fucked her with my fingers.
“I’ll always, always, always protect you,” I made circles with my thumb as he juices dripped onto my fingers. Her sweetness filled my nostrils; her scent was different. She was probably ovulating. Dior dipped her head back as her mouth opened and formed an O.
Grabbing her neck, I began to plunge inside of her faster. “When I get back, I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you and fuck you,” I told her, moving my fingers even faster.
“Oh shit, Buddha. You’re about to make me cum,” she said breathlessly, her ass lifting a little. She grabbed my knees as she whimpered softly.
“Let me see that pussy cum. Spread your legs wider for me,” I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth as she did as I asked. I stared between her legs as my fingers moved in and out.
“Mmmmm,” Dior moaned as her hips bucked forward and she came with my fingers inside of her. I tilted my head as I watched the creamy liquid run out of her and down onto my fingers. Yeah, she was definitely ovulating.
“This pussy so fucking juicy,” I said, removing my fingers and placing them in my mouth. Sucking and licking every drop of her off the tips. Unable to help herself, Dior reached for the waistband of my sweatpants.
“Na, move your fucking hand,” I scolded her, swatting her hand away.
“But I want you to fuck me,” she begged, trying to reach inside my boxers to pull my rock-hard dick out.
“I’ll fuck you when I get back. I gotta go handle some business. Get dressed so I can drop you off at the main house; you can chill with my mother until I’m done,” I grabbed her face and kissed her. Holding her by her ass, I got up from the step and placed her on her feet.
I could see the disappointment on her pretty face as she pouted her lips.
“It will give you something to look forward to when we get home. Now go get ready,’ I kissed the top of her head as we walked back inside the house.
*****
“How do I find that fucker?” I asked, looking at my father. We had gathered at Snow’s house, and I had just finished filling my father, my brother, and Lorenzo in on all that I knew about Jeremy.
“I told y’all that I should have paid him a visit,” Snow said, looking at Tomasso.
“What do you wanna do?” Tomasso looked at me, ignoring Snow, waiting for my reply.
“What I am going to do is find out everything about Jeremy. Where he lives, what time he gets home, who he loves the most, and then I’m gonna fuck him up and everything and everyone he loves,” I said, standing from the sofa.
I shoved my hands inside my sweatpants pocket and looked at Lorenzo. “Were you able to find anything out?”
“I found out where he works, but not where he lives.” Lorenzo’s words made me smile. Once I got a location, whether it was his job or where he lays his head, that was good enough for me.
“Whatever you do, make sure it’s clean, and nothing can be traced back to you or this family,” Tomasso said, running his fingers through his thinning black and gray hair. He looked tired and drained; he really was getting too old for this life.
“You straight vecchio (old man)?” Going over to him so I could place a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m about to go on a very long fucking vacation; I can tell you that.
Is everything set with you two with the diamond deal between the Russians?
” Tomasso asked, looking at both my brother and me.
Ever since our disagreement with him and Angel, my brother and I hadn’t really been on speaking terms. When it came to the family business, we kept it 100, but otherwise, he still got on my fucking nerves.
Tomasso sensed things were strained and asked me about it.
I lied and told him that Snow and I were cool; it was just a small brotherly disagreement.
“Yeah, we're up, no worries,” Snow answered, avoiding eye contact with me as he toyed with his curly mohawk. Tomasso stared at Snow, and his expression changed. He stood up and pinched his chin.
Oh no, I knew that look anyway; he knew something.
“You up, huh? You want to tell me something, Vincent? Is there anything you need to get off your chest?”
Oh fuck, he definitely knows something. I saw my brother look at me, and his expression switched. I opened my eyes and shook my head at him. He thought that I told my father about him and Angel when, in fact, I hadn’t.
Narrowing his eyes angrily at me, I gave my head a little shake again. Challenging him with my eyes, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up and not tell on himself.
“Again I ask, is there something you want to tell me, son?”
“What the fuck did you say?” Snow burst out, pointing at me. I face-palmed myself because he was such an idiot.
“Na, don’t talk to him, talk to me,” Tomasso said, reeling in Snow for the kill.
“You really are a snitch, you know that? I told you I’d tell daddy about Angel on my timing!”
“Aye, idiota (idiot), shut the fuck up!” I pointed at him with all four fingers. I wanted to upper cut him in his shit so fucking bad.
“So it is true. Jesus Christ, Snow, you truly are something else,” our father sighed heavily as he began to rub his chest as though he was having a heart attack.
“You fucking ritardato mentale (moron)! Why the fuck would you risk this family and what we built to start a possible war with Edwardo? For some fucking pussy, well, I hope it was fucking good,” Tomasso waved his index finger at Snow; deep lines on his forehead showed how angry he was.
Wait until he finds out about Angel's pregnancy; he'll shit a brick.
“And you,” he turned his frustration on me. “You knew about this and didn’t say a fucking thing?”
“What was I really supposed to say, Tomasso? I accidentally found out and told Snow to end it. The fuck was I to do when he didn’t? He’s a grown-ass man; he knew sleeping with Angel would bring nothing but worry and problems. Take that shit up with him, not me.”
“What were you supposed to say? Buddha, come to me so I can thump some sense into your idiot brother,” I listened to my father, and I became so fucking enraged I wanted to fight everybody in this fucking room.
“I’m tired of babysitting Snow, Tomasso. Fuck outta here,” I let my irritation show because I was about to go home to Dior and forget about this bull-shit.
“Why the fuck are you talking about me as if I’m not right here? I don’t need anybody to babysit me,” Snow chimed in, looking just as annoyed.
“Oh yeah? You could have fooled fucking me. You stay doing stupid-ass, dumb-ass, reckless-ass shit. I told you, I practically begged you to end it with that girl. I said for you to dead that shit before daddy found out, didn’t I?” I slapped my right palm into my left as I looked at my brother.
“Man, fuck you, Buddha. Always acting like you, Mr. Perfect, and you don’t ever make a mistake. Fuck you,” Snow said, taking a step closer to me. I was ready to drop him on his back.
“Fuck me, Snow?” I said, pointing at my chest. I marched over so I could get in his face. “Fuck you, with your cocaine sniffing ass. Maybe if you lay off the booga suga you’d be able to make smart and rational choices!” I shouted in his face, tapping the side of his head for emphasis.
“I’ve been clean for a couple of weeks now, but you wouldn’t know because you’re a self-absorbed prick. You think I wanted to be addicted to drugs. Now get the fuck out of my face,” Snow said, shoving lightly on my chest.
I was already revved up from all the bull-shit of today, so I lost it. Snow didn’t see it coming until it was too late. I grabbed him by his neck and held him in a headlock easily. I had him pinned under my armpit as I squeezed the fuck out of his throat.
“Aye, aye, Buddha cut him loose,” Lorenzo said, grabbing me, trying to get me to release my brother.
“Abbastanza (enough)! Get the fuck off your brother, Buddha!” Tomasso roared. I allowed Lorenzo to pull me away from Snow, who tried to take a swing at me, but he missed as I backed away.