Chapter 7 – Wrizzle
Chapter
Seven
WRIZZLE
She stepped into the shower, and the hot water hit her body.
I took her into my arms, holding her tightly as the water covered our now-merged bodies.
Gutta Barbie immediately broke down in my arms. I continued holding her tightly, not saying a word.
Instead, I rubbed her back, allowing her to release her emotions.
I knew what she had been through was traumatizing, which was why I hated that she had risked her life in exchange for mine.
It was something that I wish I could’ve stopped; it never should’ve happened, and the blame was all on me.
My past had caught up with me, coming back around to haunt me and my relationship, and I hated the fact that the bitch Latoya had succeeded.
“Baby, I did something.” She mumbled under her breath in a low voice. I was barely able to make out what she was saying.
My mind instantly pondered the fact that she was standing in front of me, showering.
I knew that she had court today, but I had been banned from her first court appearance for lunging at one of the officers for manhandling her in the courtroom.
Not only was I still fighting charges for assaulting an officer, but the judge also ordered me banned from all future court proceedings.
Her killing Latoya had started a war between me and the city police force, which caused me to have to switch up the way I handled business in the streets.
But I wasn’t tripping about the pressure; there wasn’t any point in going to jail behind the same person you will kill and die behind.
I was locked in with Barbie for life, and was locked in with her the same way she was locked in with me.
There was no going back when it came to us.
This shit was up and stuck, and I was on whatever the opps were on.
“Babe, we don’t have to talk about any of that. I just want to take advantage of the time we have together.” I told her not sure how she was out of jail.
“Wrizzle, the judge, propositioned me with a deal, and I took it.” She confessed. My heart dropped as I stood there in the shower staring at my first love, silently praying that she didn’t roll over and snitch.
“What type of deal?” I questioned her in a calm yet demanding tone.
“He offered to give me head in exchange for my murder charge to be dismissed, and I accepted his offer.” She said that, and I let out a breath of relief.
I wasn’t happy hearing that my wife had to exchange sexual favors to be released from jail.
I knew she was looking at it differently.
She was the strongest woman I had ever laid eyes on but deep down I knew that the thought of being on the inside and separated from me was enough to cause her to crash out and I didn’t want her mind to be on the time she was facing because no matter what, I was getting her out of this shit no matter who I had to step on to get out of my way.
I was her man and was supposed to be protecting her and providing for her.
It hurt me to the core knowing that I had fumbled her so foolishly when it came to making sure she was good at all times.
Thoughts of that nigga touching my wife had me seeing red.
Him being a judge, and now we were hotter than ever.
I knew that deep down, she stood on business and did what she had to do.
I had thought of every angle and solution possible and knew that there was no way we could get her off for killing a police officer.
Latoya wasn’t loved by many, but she was loved by the crooked cops that she worked with, and they were willing to do whatever to cover and help each other.
The problem they ran into was that I was coming the same way behind my wife.
“I’m sorry that my mistakes and past are what led up to all of this happening. Don’t worry, I forgive you, and I don’t look at you any other way. I’m just happy that you are home and safe in my arms. Don’t worry about that judge; I’ll handle that nigga for exploiting you.” I told her.
I clenched my jaw, realizing the real reason that crooked ass judge had me banned from her court proceedings; his manipulative ass had this shit all planned out from the beginning.
I didn’t have one doubt in me that the moment his thirsty ass saw Gutta Barbie, he was plotting to fuck my girl from the rip.
I felt violated and disrespected that another grown man would think it was ever safe to try to exploit my wife.
I didn’t give a fuck how much was on the line; I was not tolerating disrespect, especially when it was towards my wife.
Everything was always gonna be good between my girl and me, but that nigga was gonna have to see me.
“Baby, just relax and calm down.” Gutta Barbie caressed my shoulders gently while I massaged my temple.
A lot had been on my mind. I had been worried about my girl every single night she had to sleep in that cell. Seeing her standing in front of me seemed unreal, but it also had me feeling less than a man and far from a protector.
“Breathe.” Gutta Barbie coached. I took a couple of deep breaths, but I was still seeing red and wanted to kill a nigga.
“Can we please let this shit go for now and focus on the fact that I am home? I wanna get dressed, eat, and spend some time with my man.” Gutta Barbie complained, and I felt where she was coming from.
I felt bad that she was finally home, yet here I was all in my feelings because of some lame ass nigga.
“You’re right, bae, my bad.” I apologized, grabbing her around her small waist and pulling her closer towards me.
I decided to listen to my girl's needs and let the shit go for the time being, for her.
I knew that she needed some TLC, and I had every intention of making sure that her needs were met.
Even though Gutta Barbie had just showered, she wanted to soak and relax in the tub, which I felt was much needed, given everything that she had recently been through.
I ran her a nice bath and filled the tub up with her favorite bubbles, accompanied by some rose petals, sunflowers, lavender, and Bath and Body Works candles.
I allowed her to bathe herself and relax while I went into the kitchen to make her a late breakfast. Even though she was the one who did most of the cooking, I still did my part from time to time.
I decided to make her some French toast and waffles, turkey bacon, maple chicken sausages, cheese scrambled eggs, cheesy buttery grits, home fries, fried fish, and croissants.
I even cut up a couple of slices of watermelon on the side.
For her drink, I decided to make her a mimosa, which was a tall glass of half champagne and half orange juice.
By the time she walked into the kitchen, I had just finished plating her food and placing it on the table.
“Oh wow!” she cried. “You don’t know how much I needed this.”
“I just wanted to first apologize for putting you in this situation. If it wasn’t for my dealings with Latoya in the past, none of this shit would’ve ever gone down.
I wanna thank you for always riding for me, your loyalty, and the sacrifice that you’ve made for our family.
But babe, don’t ever do no shit like this again; you have to think smart and, most importantly, learn to put yourself first. Allow me to handle the dirty work; the only dirt you need to handle is running Dirty D’s; I’ll handle all that other shit. ” I expressed.
I sat down at the table, and Gutta Barbie walked over, straddling my lap.
I immediately began sucking on the side of her neck, causing her to throw her head back as soft moans escaped her lips.
The food was getting cold, and I knew she needed to eat, but so did I.
It had been so long since I sucked on her pretty pussy lips, and I was missing being inside of her even more.
I was lost in the moment as I made my way under her shirt, putting her nipples in my mouth.
“Wrizzle!” Gutta Barbie tapped me on the shoulder before quickly snatching her breast from my mouth, causing me to look at her, confused. I followed her wide eyes and noticed my son, Wasim, standing there watching, wiping the sleep from his eyes, and yawning.
“Whose child is that? Why is there a little kid here? What’s going on?” Gutta Barbie asked, still looking confused.
I knew that it would have been smart to send Gutta some pictures of my son, but I didn’t want to trigger her while she was serving time.
I had been planning on telling her that for the past seven months, I had told her I’ve been fighting for custody of Wasim with his mom’s side of the family, but hadn’t mentioned I won custody 15 days ago, I wanted to keep the mention of my son to a bare minimum.
My intentions were never to make Gutta Barbie uncomfortable or feel pressured when it came to being a Mother figure to my son, so I chose to keep certain conversations to myself.
“This is Wasim, my son.” I shared it with her.
“What?” she asked, climbing off my lap.
“Listen, I wanted to tell you that, but I didn’t know how you would take it. I won custody of him two weeks ago. I know that I should’ve told you, but-
“Don’t be foolish,” she said, flagging me away.
“Hi, Wasim, I’m Gutta Barbie.” She introduced herself. My son waved before running back into the room, causing me to smile.
Gutta Barbie leaned against the balcony railing, the city lights painting her skin in shades of gold and pink. The noise from the streets below faded into the background as she stared out at the skyline.
“You’ve been out here all night.”
She shrugged her shoulders as if the deep voice behind her didn’t surprise her. She was so fearless.
I moved quietly.
She smiled without turning around.
“And you’ve been watching me all night.”
I stepped beside her, resting my forearms on the railing. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
We didn’t need to.
Years of loyalty, struggle, and surviving together had created a language of our own.
“You good?” I finally asked.
Gutta Barbie looked over at me. Most people saw the tattoos, the money, the reputation. They saw the woman everyone feared.
I saw everything underneath it.
The exhaustion.
The pressure.
The responsibility.
The woman who carried the weight of everyone she loved.
“I’m tired,” she admitted.
My expression softened.
Without saying a word, I pulled her into my arms.
She rested her head against my chest, listening to the steady rhythm of my heartbeat.
For the first time all day, I felt her relax.
“You know I got you, right?” I said quietly.
She laughed softly.
“Yeah. I know.”
I tilted her chin upward and kissed her forehead.
Not because she was weak.
Not because she needed saving.
But after everything we had been through, she was still my peace.
The city lights sparkled around us as we stood together, holding on to one another while the rest of the world kept spinning.
For Gutta Barbie and me, loyalty has always been the greatest love story.