21. Chapter 20 #3
“Well what mood are you in?” she shot back while looking around at the mess around the house. “Cause this shit right here is not cool.”
Marcus rubbing his temples hard. “The city got my club taped off like a fucking murder scene.”
“Well somebody did die, Marcus.”
His eyes cut over at her hard enough to make the room feel colder.
Marcus laughed bitterly under his breath.
“You think I don’t know that J?!! That was my nigga Damon from around the way.
We grew up together. We used to get into a lot of crazy shit back in the day...
Damn!! I invited him cause it was his birthday, and now he dead. " Marcus sighed and shook his head.
June softened slightly afterward. “I’m sorry babe, I was just saying…”
He pointed toward the muted television. “Then these mothafuckas keep replaying that shit every fuckin' hour like I was the one who pulled the trigger.”
Marcus sat back against the couch staring at the ceiling now. “I built that club from nothin.”
His voice sounded tired and heavy. Destroyed almost.
“And now everybody lookin at me like I’m poison.”
June watched him carefully. And to be all the way honest?
She had never seen Marcus look this broken before.
Marcus was always a confident man who stood behind his expensive clothes, his jewelry, and his arrogance.
But tonight, he wasn't a man who stood behind any of that.
He was just a man unraveling in real time.
Marcus sneered while staring at the violation papers. “Do you know these mothafuckas fined me another forty grand today?”
June’s eyes widened slightly. “What?”
“Forty.” He held up four fingers. “For ‘public safety concerns.’”
He eyelid drooped before muttering bitterly, “Everybody gettin rich off my downfall.”
June walked over to him and sat beside him on the couch.
Marcus didn’t even look at her. He just kept staring at the television while the reflection of police lights flashed across the screen over and over again.
Like the nightmare refused to stop replaying.
Then finally he spoke again. “You know what’s fuckin me up the most? ”
June just looked at him.
Sweat beaded his forehead. “I don’t even know who the fuck did it.”
His eyes stayed glued to the muted television. Then all of a sudden, it was like a lightbulb had went off in his head.
“You know what? It could’ve been STG's bitch ass who did this shit.”
June’s stomach tightened slightly at the mention of his name. She remembered how ugly it almost got in VIP when he stopped by Heaven's Door a few weeks ago.
A line etched between his eyebrows. “That nigga been salty ever since I put his young ass in his place.”
He took another swallow from the vodka before continuing.
“Then part of me think maybe it was Allure's retarded ass.” He laughed bitterly. “Bitch spiraled so hard she probably wanted the whole club dead.”
June's mind went elsewhere as he kept rambling.
“And then…” Marcus paused.
A grim expression cemented his features. “That old bitch.”
“Who?” June asked.
“Your foster mom.” He looked over finally. “Loretta.”
June's lips drew back in a snarl. “What about her?”
Marcus sat forward on the couch. “I don’t trust old bitter mothafuckas. Them the worst kind.”
“She ain’t got nothin to do with this.” June stated.
Marcus' face took on a stoic expression. “Baby you’d be surprised what people got they hands in when money is involved. Didn't she accused you of stealing from her?”
June's expression dulled. “Yeah, but that don't mean shit. Loretta's ass ain't thinkin' about me.”
“So why the fuck she come back after all these years unannounced they way she did?
Didn't you say she snuck into your apartment?
Whatchu think she came there to do, play some fuckin' spades or some shit?
And she didn't look too happy when I threw her old ass out.
" Marcus then pointed toward the television. “Look at this shit babe.”
The screen flashed another image of yellow tape outside Heaven’s Door.
“Somebody wanted to hurt me,” he muttered. “Bad.”
His eyes had a haunted look while the Adderall kept his thoughts running in circles.
“Every time I close my eyes…” he said lowly, “I hear them fuckin shots.”
June looked at him with sympathy in her eyes. For the first time since she met Marcus, he actually looked scared. Not of dying. Of losing control. And honestly? That terrified him more than bullets ever could.
Marcus looked down at the vodka glass. “I built Heaven’s Door so niggas would respect me.”
His voice dropped lower afterward.
“Now every time somebody say the club name… all they think about is blood.”
June moved closer beside him until her thigh brushed against his. Marcus finally looked at her then. His eyes looked exhausted, defeated, and haunted almost. June reached up gently touching the side of his face.
“You can't let this shit get you down bad like this babe, look at what it's doing to you” she said softly.
Marcus let out a broken laugh. “It's kinda hard to do that when it feel like every damn thing around me is falling apart.”
June slid the vodka glass carefully from his hand and placed it on the table.
Then she gently sat on his lap. Marcus looked up at her with tired eyes while her fingers moved against the front of his shirt.
She pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.
She then put her long hair into a low ponytail and started unbuckling his belt.
Once that was unbuckled she made him raise up a little to pull down his pants.
Once they were down, she ran her tongue across her lips once and put his long dick into her mouth.
She slowly thrust her mouth up and down on his dick while gently moving her tongue up and down his shaft.
The ball from her tongue ring made the feeling ten times better.
Marcus scooted back into the chair and closed his eyes while grabbing the back of June’s head.
She used her right hand to caress his balls as she bobbed up and down slobbing on it real nasty.
She swallowed his dick, making it disappear down her throat.
Marcus moaned in pleasure as he released his semen into her mouth.
Once he finished cumming, she swallowed every drop and then winked at him.
Marcus then pulled June up off the floor, removed her bottoms and placed her on his lap sliding her down onto his hard dick with one long stroke.
He slid as deep as he could go inside of her and June moaned out loud.
June then took her time moving up and down on his dick.
Marcus then grabbed both her titties and took turns sucking on them.
June then began grinding and twerking all on his dick.
“Damn J, that’s it baby. Do yo big one this dick girl,” Marcus moaned out.
He released her titties and grabbed her hips tightly while moving with her.
His dick was soon coated white from her fluids and it made him go even harder.
He stood up holding June in his arms as he fucked her just like that.
She held on to him and humped back and forth making sure her clit rubbed against his pelvis.
Once she felt the sensation becoming unbearable to where she reached her peak, she began shaking and screaming his name.
“Oooooh Marcus, shit baby yes. Fuck me, yes baby yes.
" June came so hard she was cross eyed for a second.
Marcus wasn't done with that ass yet. He then walked towards the wall in the living room with her in his arms and his dick still inside her and began fucking her up against it roughly. June’s back was pressed hard against the wall as she bounced up and down on his dick and then she had the second biggest orgasm of her fucking life.
Yes, this is what the fuck I was wanting before, June thought to herself.
Once they got done fucking they both went into the shower where they had round two.
By the end of the night, Marcus was stretched across them sheets completely drained while June laid beside him.
For once, that man wasn’t pacing, stressing, or spiraling.
He was knocked the fuck out like she finally fucked the demons from his system.