Chapter 43
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I was finally moved to a regular room a few days after they took that damn tube out of my throat, and my first request was to meet with the team Memphis had assembled—Ray and Jerryn with Montana on the phone—after Jerryn swept the room for bugs, of course. Memphis didn’t contact the Italian like I asked her to, so I did, and he was posted outside my door since it would be easier to access me on this unit.
Memphis and her team filled me in on what they’d found, which was nothing, and I could sense their shared frustration.
“My family ain’t no slobs. It doesn’t surprise me that they would cover their tracks. I am a little fucked up about the rogue security nigga. I had all kinds of checks done on him, on all of them,” I said, my hand on my wife’s thigh as she sat beside me on the bed.
“Yeah, Montana found all that fake background stuff for his alias. She said it was top tier work,” Jerryn shared.
“And my folks are top tier. How the fuck did they miss this?” I mused aloud.
“Montana is a cut above the rest,” Memphis informed me. “Not too many folks can touch her skills.”
“Well, shit…she need to be on my payroll, then,” I said.
“Facts,” Ray agreed.
Memphis’s phone buzzed and she groaned. “Umber’s on her way up. We better wrap this up.”
“No prob,” Jerryn said. “I’ll be in touch.”
As he left the room, Memphis followed him, saying, “Let me run to the restroom. Be right back, Bo!”
“Okay, baby,” I replied.
That left me and Ray, who held his seat, his eyes fixed on me.
“Damn, you look like you wanna finish the job,” I pointed out.
He slowly nodded. “Oh, I do, but out of respect for your wife and mine, I won’t.”
“Okay…I can appreciate that. I also appreciate you helping her figure this shit out.”
He shrugged. “She’s family, was long before I married her sister. Most days, I can’t stand her, but she’s good people. You and your family just did to her what you’ve done to a lot of good folks.”
I smirked. “You included, huh?”
“Nah, I know I ain’t shit. I deserve whatever I got coming to me. Memphis, though? She’s good at this shit. The best, actually, but she shouldn’t be in this business, and you know it.”
I nodded. “You’re right, she never deserved this life, and hell, I don’t deserve her . Think what you want, but I love her, and that’s real.”
“I can see that, but don’t hurt her again. I am not playing with you.”
“I ain’t tryna lose her. Last thing I’ma do is hurt her.”
He stood to leave. “Good.”
“And Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“I might be down right now, but I ain’t no punk. Don’t forget that.”
He gave me a smirk and left.
Fucking hot head.
“Hey!” Umber shrieked, pulling me into a hug. She was passing the unit’s restroom as I exited it.
I jumped. “You scared the shit out of me. Hey, though.”
She laughed. “Crazy timing, right?”
“Yeah. What’s that?” I asked as I led her to Bo’s room.
Holding up the bag she held, she said, “Some vegan soul food. I know you’re trying to eat healthy now, and no, I didn’t cook it.”
“Thank God,” I mumbled.
“I heard that,” she uttered.
“You heard what?”
She rolled her eyes at me as we entered Bo’s room.
“Look who’s here,” I said to Bo.
He looked up and smiled. “Hey, Umber. Here to see if my old ass is still kicking?”
Umber laughed. “That, and I wanted to feed your wife.”
Bo’s eyes softened. “I appreciate that. I’ve been worried about her.”
I frowned. “Uh, you’re the nigga who got shot. You have no business worrying about me.”
“Worrying about you is my business. Always has been,” Bo said.
We locked eyes for a moment, and I swear I’d all but forgotten Umber was in the room with us until she sang, “Awwwww!”
Glaring at her, I fussed, “Girl, shut up.”
“Why you tryna walk so fast? You should’ve let me get a wheelchair. They got a couple in the lobby. So fucking stubborn,” I hissed as we rode the elevator to my apartment.
“I been out the hospital for less than an hour and you ain’t stopped talking crazy to me yet,” he said, wearing a stupid grin on his face.
“Because you keep saying and doing dumb shit. First, you tried to drive. Then, you wanted to carry your ass back to the scene of the crime and let the damn Italian protect you all on his own instead of staying in my apartment.”
“Protect us .”
“Whatever. After all that, you damn near ran through the lobby, and now you’re on this elevator out of fucking breath.”
He coughed. “No-I-ain’t.”
“I swear you are a child.”
He shrugged, still grinning.
Since he wanted to get on my damn nerves, I exited the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, leaving him behind. If his ass fell, at least I wouldn’t see it.
“Now who’s walking fast?” he said as he followed me to my door.
“Hmph,” I muttered.
“That ass looking good enough to bite, though. I’m loving the view.”
Trying to ignore his goofy ass, I unlocked the door, opened it, and was instantly accosted from behind. Bo’s arms were around me, his harsh breath on my neck as the door slammed shut behind us. His dick poked me in the ass, and my pussy instantly cried out for help.
“Oooooo, shit! W-wait, Bo! The-the-the Italian is on his way up with your flowers and shiiiiit!”
“Mmmm, mm-hmm,” he said into my neck.
Then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them through my shirt and I found myself leaning into him because shit, he was him and I’d missed this. I’d missed this particular touch from him. This brand of closeness. This…heat. With the fact that we still didn’t know who tried to have him killed and the truth that they might try again looming over us, I was honestly beyond eager to slide my pussy all over his body.
On gang.
He let me go, spinning me around and just…staring at me, his eyes seemingly taking in every inch of my face before settling on my lips.
“I look at you, and I think I know what Helen of Troy must’ve looked like. You are a world class beauty and don’t think I don’t know how lucky I am to have you in my life.”
I felt my eyes mist, told myself to pull it together, and quickly moved in, crushing my mouth to his. From that point, things escalated so quickly that we were both naked when my doorbell rang.
“Yo, Boss!”
The Italian.
Lifting his mouth from mine for a brief moment, Bo called, “Leave everything by the door out there. We’ll get it!”
“Ten-four!” the Italian yelled in response.
Then, mouth on mouth, tongues warring, hands roaming, I gently pushed him onto the couch, straddled him, and moaned when he lowered his head and nibbled at my right nipple, his hands tightly gripping my ass. I grinded against his thick erection, my pussy weeping all over it.
“Fuck, baby. You so damn hot. I need to be inside you,” he whined as he moved his mouth from my breast to my chin.
Fighting to breathe steadily, I lifted from his lap to guide him inside me, slowly sliding down his hardness with a low, agonizing groan. He felt so good. Always had and always would because it was more than his length and girth. It was more than his hardness. It was him, all of him—his scent, his energy, his absolute and unequivocal love for me and mine for him.
Yeah, I loved the shit out of him.
While I rode him nice and easy, my walls gripping him with each stroke, he held my hips and stared into my eyes in amazement.
As ecstasy wrapped around us, blocking out everything else in the world, I told him, “I love you…I love you…I love you.”
“I…love…you…too,” he murmured as he closed his eyes and let his head fall against the top of the couch.