30. Lai
Six Weeks Later
I’m not gone even say shit else about this, scallywag heifer. Y’all see how she do me, one chapter a damn book. Welcome to the gangbang crew reloaded!
We were on our way to pay Mark’s brother, John a visit.
“Ma, I’m going to need you to stop wearing those damn shirts. Who make those shits for you, because I’m going to visit their ass?” Zelan stated.
“I’m glad you said something, I got y’all a gift,” I told him, I forgot I had got them some shirts made for tonight’s ride down.
“What kind of gift?” Meek asked.
“Hold on sexy, let me get it, damn!” I grabbed the bag, pulling the shirts out that said gangbang crew coming for you. I gave Meek his shirt, and this nigga fell out laughing.
“Ma, I’m not wearing this shit,” Zelan yelled.
“Why? Me and Cynt got our shirts on, and I got something else for y’all.” I pulled out my bag of guns.
“What the fuck? I’m good with this desert baby girl. I will fuck around and get killed with that little shit,” Meek said, showing me his desert eagle and laughing.
“Alright, don’t say I didn’t offer,” I told they asses. I had that firepower.
“Ma, why don’t you let us handle the tools and you handle everything else,” Juelz spoke.
“Ma you sure this the right address?” Zelan asked.
“Hell yeah, nigga. Didn’t I tell you me and Cynt been watching his ass for the past week?
Juelz and Meek opened the car doors and got out, we were right behind them.
Meek and Zel stepped up on the steps of the front porch as Juelz, Cynt and I went to the back of the house.
Juelz turned the knob and the damn door was unlocked.
What dumb ass would leave the damn door unlocked in Harlem?
We had our guns drawn and followed Juelz through the house.
When we made it to the living room, Meek and Zelan were in there waiting for us.
John was already sitting in the chair with a needle poking out of his arm and his ass was not moving.
“It stinks as hell in this muthafucka, this nigga ever heard of Febreze, Pine-Sol, or something?” I spoke.
“That is the smell of death,” Juelz stated.
“Let’s roll, I’m not staying in here with this dead nigga. We don’t want to be spotted here.” We all went out the back door and walked back to the car.
“How this nigga gone OD off the drugs? I wanted to ride down on his ass!” I yelled.
“He dead, so your problem is solved,” Zelan stated.
“I guess you right,” I replied, now I could get ready for my trip.
“Lai, I know your ass better behave while you gone,” Zelan yelled.
“Nigga, who you talking to? Lai gone do everything but behave. I done told y’all ass I’m going over there to get pregnant. Now get your ass some business and leave mine alone.”
“Come on ma, I don’t think I want a visual of that shit,” Juelz said.
“Close your eyes, cause Lai going to Cuba to take over baby. They got a new queen coming to town. Son, I like the way you and Meek operate. I’m gone let y’all in the crew.
Make sure y’all keep your shirts.” They all laughed at me, but I was feeling Santiago and he was on my ass.
Lai done gave his ass the twat, and now he can’t get enough.
We had officially been seeing each other since the wedding, and he has been over here twice.
The second time he came over, I had to lay it on him good.
So, now he asked me to come to Cuba and spend some time with him.
Guess where I was going? When a rich fine nigga that wants you, ask you to come visit and he is paying for it, BITCH you better run!
The good looks run in the family, because Santiago is most definitely fine.
The guys dropped us off at home, and I went in to get my bags because Jeff was coming to get me to the airport. Santiago was sending his plane to fly me over.
I couldn't stop smiling and couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.
I hurried upstairs to get dressed, and the whole time I was grinning like a damn fool.
I needed somebody like Santiago in my life.
Somebody who appreciated me, pursued me, and made me feel special.
I know I’m rough around the edges, and love to talk my shit but I’m a good person and I deserved this life and love just like any other woman.
Babyyyyy, Lai got her a man, y'all. Lawd, have mercy on me. I'ma really be hell now.
They ain't gon' be able to do shit with Lai hunny. I laughed at myself while putting on my jewelry and adding the finishing touches to my makeup. Ciera’s ass done called me damn near twenty times, and I was ready to go over to her damn house and take that cell phone and flush it down the toilet. Cause her ass wasn’t gonna worry me while I was in Cuba dropping it like it’s hot and making love scenes in the middle of the damn yard.
But what was I thinking her lil ass start crying over that lil drowning ass cell phone, and Juelz lil puss whip ass would go buy her a damn T-Mobile store before she could blink her next damn tear.
I just know Ju done called Santi and tried to be my daddy.
Talking about he’s going to give him the talk.
I just let them say and do whatever cause if I can find me a stripper pole, I’ma be sliding down that thang like they do in the pank.
Once I finished getting myself together, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
When we pulled up to the private hanger at the airport, I took a deep breath and got out of the car.
The pilot greeted me and escorted me onto the plane.
The minute I stepped inside, I damn near passed out.
The entire cabin was covered in fresh flowers.
They had Gerald Levert playing in the background, and Gerald was one of my favorite singers.
But baby they gotta put on some Breezy! There was a bottle of champagne sitting on ice beside my seat.
The flight attendant smiled as she welcomed me and gave me a phone.
“Hello,” I spoke confused as hell.
I heard his voice behind me. “I hope you have a peaceful flight. Do you like your flowers?” His voice came flowing through the phone.
“Yes, did you plan all of this for me?”
“Every bit of it, hermosa.”
“Lawd this nigga talkin’ that talk.” I smiled hard as hell.
“Thank you, baby. I’ll see you soon,” I said to him, and we ended the call.
Nobody had ever made me feel this special in my life.
“Nigga we made it!” I yelled out, and the damn flight attendant looked at me like I was crazy. I took my seat, had her change that damn music to Breezy, and I partied by myself all the way to Cuba.
I arrived in Cuba about an hour ago. I had arrived at the Vega compound, and man, this man is loaded. I couldn’t even tell y’all how many bedrooms were in this damn house.
“Laila, I want you to feel at home while you are here, baby. I have a late dinner planned for us, and tomorrow we will go out, and I will show you around,” Santiago said as he kissed my lips.
“Okay, I just need to get freshened up and then we can have dinner,” I told him.
This may be the beginning of something good, a man that I could build with.
Ahhh, who the hell am I fooling? Not, y’all asses.
His ass already built it; I was just going to enjoy the hell out of it.
I wonder if he would give me some men from his security team, along with Juelz, Zelan, and Meek.
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