Chapter 6
ADRIAN
As promised, we were on the road to go to Atlanta. Ari didn’t call Kwamé back this morning, and when Kwamé attempted to call Ari, she didn’t answer. After Ari didn’t answer, Kwamé called Ari’s sister, which only left Kwamé more worried than before.
We left Jessie with my parents and hit the road first thing this morning. As soon as we hit the city, Kwamé’s worry amplified. There wasn’t a single call back. Shit, I was even concerned.
An hour later, we pulled up to Ari’s house. Two cars were in the driveway, but when I knocked on the door, there was no answer. Russ climbed out of his truck and went around back to check to see if he could get inside.
“I’m scared, Adrian.” Kwamé’s fingers trembled as she dialed Ari’s phone again, still with no answer. Russ came back from around the house.
“There’s no one in there,” he said
“Excuse me!” A Black lady across the street waved at us, then came across the street.
“Mrs. Gerald, have you seen Ari?” Kwamé asked her.
Mrs. Gerald seemed sad when she said, “She got arrested last night.”
“What?” Kwamé shrieked.
Mrs. Gerald nodded her head. “Mm, hm. She was fighting some girls and next thing you know, we hear gunshots.”
Kwamé burst into tears which, of course, sent me over the edge.
“Thanks, Mrs. Gerald,” I said.
“I’ll see what jail she’s at,” Russ offered.
I took Kwamé back to the car and got her situated. “Calm down, baby. Everything’s gon’ be okay.”
“What the hell? Carli isn’t even answering the phone. Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“As soon as Russ finds Ari, we’re goin’ to get her, aight?”
She nodded and wiped her tears. “She shouldn’t even be fighting while she’s pregnant.”
“I know, baby.” I kissed her lips and stood to see if Russ had Ari’s location. He threw his head up, hopped in his truck, then motioned for me to follow him.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the precinct where I found out Ari’s charges.
Assault with a deadly weapon carried stiff penalties.
Her bond was set this morning, but no one had come to bail her out.
Not even her nigga. It took nothing for me to get a bail bondsman on the line.
Until my girl saw Ari’s face, she wasn’t going to calm down.
Dropping fifty-grand to get Ari out wasn’t shit to me.
While we waited for Ari to be released, I went on social media to see where the hell her niggas was.
That nigga was flaw as fuck for letting his girl sit in jail.
Seeing Rod posting about everything except the fact that his pregnant woman was in jail rubbed me the wrong way.
I was going to punch that nigga in his shit the first time I got the chance.
An hour later, Ari emerged from the exit. She looked tired and wobbled a little because her belly had grown tremendously since we saw her a few weeks ago. Kwamé ran up to Ari, and they embraced as Ari cried on her shoulder. I wouldn’t lie, that shit hit me in my chest to see my lady sad as fuck.
“We can talk when we get back to your place,” Kwamé said. Ari wiped her tears and nodded. Russ led Ari to his truck, then helped her inside the passenger seat. He looked about as bothered as I felt.
Another hour later, after Ari had showered and changed, she joined Kwamé on her living room couch.
Russ appeared from the kitchen holding a plate in one hand and a water in the other.
He placed the plate holding a turkey, lettuce, and tomato sandwich and a bag of chips onto Ari’s lap. He sat the water on the end table.
“Thank you, Russ,” she mumbled.
“It’s nothin’, mama. I’ll be outside if you need anything,” he stated. Ari nodded, then sighed heavily. She looked down at the plate as if the sandwich didn’t look tasty. It wasn’t that. Baby girl was likely hungry but had no appetite.
As tears spilled from her eyes, Ari said, “I spent most of yesterday arguing with Rod. Things have been weird over the last few weeks, so naturally, I thought it was because he was cheating. He swore he wasn’t and even accused me of cheating.
” She sniffled and continued. “He even had the nerve to say that this isn’t his baby.
” Ari shook her head. The more she explained the situation, the more heated I became.
“After we got off the phone last night, some girls showed up at my door. One of them said she was Rod’s girl and told me to leave him alone.
Of course, I wasn’t taking that. Hoes lie all the time. ”
I could tell Ari wanted to believe Rod wasn’t playing her. However, I’d looked at that nigga’s socials, and he was definitely diving into some pussy that didn’t belong to Ari.
“Anyway,” Ari continued, “she got in my face, so I popped her ass. Next thing you know, I’m beating her ass all over my foyer. Those hoes tried to jump me, so I pulled a gun on them and shot at them hoes.”
I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling. Ari was a real one for that shit.
“Were they arrested too?” Kwamé asked.
“No, because one of them hoes is married to an officer. After they left my house, the police showed up and arrested me.”
“That’s some bullshit!” Kwamé blasted.
“And is,” Ari seconded. “I’m so fuckin’ stressed. I’ll likely be fired behind this bullshit. What am I supposed to do? I tried calling Rod several times last night. He didn’t answer any of my calls. Not even the ones from the jail.”
“Fuck him,” Kwamé stated. I’d never heard her say that about anyone, so I knew she was mad as hell. “I tried calling Carli, but she didn’t answer. And why didn’t your parents come get you?”
Ari blew out a deep breath. “This whole situation is such an embarrassment to them, that they haven’t even returned my calls.
That’s the most heartbreaking. And Carli’s been warning me about Rod for months.
She’s my sister, ya know. I don’t expect her to always think I’m right, but I also wish she had my back.
I called her to come bail me out, but she said that sitting in there would make me realize she was right all along. ”
Kwamé looked like she wanted to levitate to wherever Carli was. “I’m gon’ beat her ass!” she declared.
“No, the fuck you’re not,” I said. “What I told you about a soft life?”
“But—”
“Aht, aht. Ain’t no but,” I replied. “Now, y’all gon’ handle this like some G’s. Ari, fuck that nigga and them bitches. Those charges will be dropped by mornin’.”
Ari appeared hopeful when she asked, “Really?”
“For real,” I assured her. “Eat ya food and relax. Ain’t nobody comin’ ‘round here to fuck wit’ you, and you not about to sit in anybody’s jail.”
Ari started crying, and my girl reached over to wipe her tears. “It’s okay, Ari. We’re here. You’re going to be okay.”
She sure the fuck was. Ari was the homie by extension of my lady.
I’d be a flaw as nigga not to have her back.
I shot a text to Dothan to come handle these charges, and to get some other shit together on Ari’s behalf.
If her own people weren’t going to have her back, then she had us to pick her the fuck up.
Hours later, the sun was just setting when Kwamé and I arrived at the suite we were staying in for the night.
I left Russ to look after Ari, or else Kwamé would’ve worried the night away.
At the suite, I prepared us a bath, then ordered room service.
While I waited for the water to fill the tub, I lit a blunt and took that shit to the head.
Kwamé walked into the bathroom ass naked. My eyes nearly fell out of my head. She giggled at the look on my face.
“What? You didn’t want to see me naked?”
“Nah…” Standing from the tub’s ledge, I ashed the blunt and started undressing. “Come ‘er,” I told her. She wasted no time coming to me. From the top of her head down to her sexy ass toes, Kwamé’s dark skin was glorious. Belly and all, her body was exquisite.
Fully naked, it was my turn to grin at the look on her face.
My dick was hard, and he made no effort to chill the fuck out.
I climbed into the tub first, then Kwamé took my hand and got inside.
The tub was big enough for two more of us, but I would kill a muhfucka for even looking at what belonged to me.
She straddled me and leaned down to kiss me. “Thank you for everything today. You didn’t question me, and your support allowed me to be there for my best friend. I love Ari like a big sister, and seeing her hurting today was horrible. Thank you for being there for me and her.”
I brought her closer and kissed her back. “When will you accept that I meant what I said? If it’s a problem to you, it’s a problem to me. And every single problem you have, I’m gon’ fix. Aight?”
She nodded and leaned in until our lips locked. Her tongue wrapped around mine. My dick was already hard, and she was acting like she thought I would be gentle with her once I got inside of her. Kwamé surprised me, though. One of her hands dipped beneath the water to grip my dick.
“Shit,” I groaned at the feeling of her fingers touching my dick. Kwamé moaned, too, as if I was already inside her. She attacked my lips, and I let her. Her hard nipples pressed up against my chest. It was at that point that I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed her ass and lifted her. She did the honors of guiding my dick to her tunnel.
As we kissed nastily, I pried my way into her tight shit.
That muthafucka was so wet, I growled and bit her lip.
Her freaky ass bit me back. She took it a step farther, though, and bit her way down my jaw and to my neck.
The lower she sank on my dick, the longer and harder she bit me.
In the best way, my skin felt like it was on fire.
She sat up, planted her hands on my shoulders, then seductively peered down at me. My toes were already curled as she started riding me.
“Ooh,” she moaned lowly. “You take such good care of me, Adrian.” Her voice was always so damn alluring. Filled with passion, it was fueling a fire hotter than I’d ever felt.
“Fuck,” I mumbled while looking up at her. We stared eye to eye, neither of us wanting to miss a second of the emotions the other felt.
“It’s my turn to take care of you, baby,” she voiced sexily.
I palmed her thick ass and held on because that was all I could do.
I was speechless than a muhfucka, and the tighter her pussy squeezed around me, the blurrier the erotic vision of her became.
I bit into my bottom lip to fight the feeling of my nut rising.
The sounds she made as she slowly wound her pussy on me had a nigga ready to spray her shit full of lil’ Adrians.
Her titties bounced in time to her movements, and every time she sank down to my balls, I grunted in pleasure. Too tantalizing to ignore, I snaked my tongue out to catch one of her plump nipples. Her fingernails bit my skin lovingly, and I couldn’t resist showing her nipples that same love.
“Adrian!” she shrieked loudly. Her body bowed and yet she kept riding.
I broke down and hissed, “Fuck me, Kwamé!”
As if hearing me call her name charged her pussy to squeeze the life out of me, she clamped hard around me. I groaned loudly just as she threw her head back and came. Focusing on the way her face prettily reflected how good I made her body feel, I felt myself about to float.
“Sss… You rode this dick so fuckin’ good, I’m right there, baby!
” I palmed her ass harder and swore loudly as she came again.
Her pussy sucked my nut right out. We fell back against the tub as her walls and my dick continued to stimulate each other.
I felt another round brewing. This time, I was taking it to the bed.