Chapter 31 Titan
Isat outside of JacQues DuPont’s house, pulling from the blunt between my lips.
I couldn’t sleep. My mind was restless, and I wanted blood.
Seeing this nigga tonight tapped into a part of me that hadn’t surfaced in a long time.
When he walked into the building and my eyes landed on him, my hand immediately went to the gun in my holster.
I had it out and cocked before my brothers-in-law stepped in front of me. Smoke had to physically force me to sit in a chair while they banded around like they were gonna whip my ass. Kerrion was the one talking me down and telling me to take deep breaths.
Everything in me wanted to be reckless and shoot that muthafucka right between the eyes in front of all those people. I held it together, but it was a struggle. It was the reason I was sitting outside his house right now.
“What are you gonna do?” Quaid asked from the passenger seat.
Of course, my nigga was up with me. When I came downstairs to leave, he was in the kitchen.
He didn’t ask any questions, just told me to let him put his shoes on and he would ride with me.
He’d gone to his room and came back with his backpack.
As soon as we neared the neighborhood, he did his shit and blocked the nearby servers so we could be undetected on any doorbell or security cameras while we were here.
“I want that bitch, Q. So bad I can fucking taste his blood.”
I passed the blunt back over to him, my eyes never leaving the house. It was almost two in the morning, and every light in his house was on. There were four blacked out SUV’s sitting outside the house, no doubt his so-called goons. I could only imagine that he was trying to come up with a plan.
His wife and children had been snatched up.
He had to know he was next. There was nothing he could do but strategize, and even that wasn’t going to save him. We were ten steps ahead of him.
“You know we can’t just run up in there,” Quaid said. “I mean, we could, but Mia wants him just as bad as you do.”
“I know, man.” I put my seat back and took a deep breath.
“Every time I closed my eyes tonight, I saw my baby’s face.
I was back in that hospital holding her cold little body swaddled in the big ass blanket.
To see the nigga that did that to her… that’s a different type of rage.
Q, man… I hate myself for not speaking up about Mia’s pregnancy.
I thought I could get through to her, and I did. It was just too late.”
Quaid sighed. “You and Mia have to stop holding onto blame. Not just blame for each other, but blame for yourselves. You made mistakes.”
“Costly mistakes, Quaid.”
“Yes. But you learned from it. Losing Eden hurt y’all like a muthafucka, but she brought you two back together. She has y’all learning to communicate, listening, and openly loving each other, man. I won’t say she wasn’t supposed to be here… but she left you with something beautiful too.”
I sniffled. “I wanted my baby, man.”
“I know, T. I know.”
He reached over and squeezed my shoulder before pulling me into a brotherly hug.
Quaid and I had had many conversations over the years.
While I wasn't ready for kids during those conversations, I never denied wanting to be a father.
From the moment I saw that pregnancy test, I mentally prepared myself for the day my little one would come into this world.
Even with that being said, I didn’t do all I could to protect her, even inside the womb.
Quaid and I parted, and I wiped my face. Just then, the door to JacQues’ house opened and men dressed in all black started filing out. I reached in for my bag in the back seat and pulled out my gun. After screwing on the silencer, I rolled down the window just enough to aim it at the men.
“What are you doing?” Quaid asked.
“Taking away his sense of security.”
He muttered under his breath. “Fuck. You got another one?”
“It’s in there.”
He grabbed the bag and fished out the second gun and silencer. After pushing open the sunroof, he looked over at me. I nodded, and he maneuvered out of his seat and through the sunroof. The men, including JacQues were all standing on the front lawn talking.
I aimed my gun and fired the first bullet.
The body of the first man dropped with a headshot, and before they knew what was happening, Quaid and I took out everyone who followed.
That’s why this was my nigga. He didn’t get in the field, but he’d forever hold me down.
Every shot he took was one of precision, and I was so fucking proud of him.
JacQues had dropped to the ground to take cover. When he looked up, he was covered in blood splatter.
I cranked up the car just as Quaid slid back into his seat and smoothly pulled off. I rode past his house with the window down and a smile on my face. Simulating a gun with my fingers, I pointed it at him.
“You next, bitch.”
Rolling up the window, I sped out of the neighborhood and back to the house.
When we got back, I headed upstairs, and Quaid headed to his room. The moment I opened the door, the lamp flipped on. I found my wife sitting up in bed with her knees to her chest. She looked at me with tired eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Where have you been?” she asked.
“Took a drive to clear my head since I couldn’t sleep.”
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the chair before pushing down my joggers and kicking them off. Dressed in nothing but my boxers and socks, I climbed into bed and pulled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest and threw her leg over me.
“What did you do?” she asked me.
“Mia.”
“Titan. I checked your location. You went to his house.”
I sighed. “I did.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Not him.”
“But you killed somebody.”
“A few people. He had some people there that I was sure gave him a sense of being safe, so I took that from him. I want that muthafucka helpless. As bad as I wanted to kill him tonight, I wouldn’t take that away from you too.”
“You should have woken me up instead of going alone.”
“I wasn’t alone. Quaid was with me.”
Her head popped up. “Quaid?”
I chuckled. “Yes, Quaid. My nigga can shoot. I keep telling y’all not to underestimate him. My parents and I taught him well.”
“So he actually shot somebody?”
“Baby.”
“I’m just saying. I know he isn’t a punk, but a shooter? Damn. I see why my sister is crazy about that man.”
“And he’s crazy about her.” I sighed heavily. “But for real, Mia. I’m tired, baby. I wanna get this over with so we can get back to living. The longer we’re here, the more I feel myself about to come undone. I’ma do some shit I can’t come back from.”
She nodded. “I feel you. We’ll get him tomorrow.”
She peered up at me and pulled my face to hers for a kiss. It quickly migrated into her straddling me. She pulled the oversized shirt over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her perfectly naked frame beneath it. She leaned in and kissed me as she slipped her hand into my boxers.
“Mmmm…” She moaned into my mouth as she stroked my dick. “I need you,” she whispered.
“Use me.”
She didn’t hesitate to pull my dick out and spit on the head.
Those crazy brown eyes peered into mine as she lubed me up.
Lifting her hips, she slid that pussy down on me with a moan.
I gripped her thighs as she slowly rode me, light gasps leaving her lips.
As she lifted her hips, she rested a hand on my chest and reached between us, stroking her clit.
“Baby…” she whined. “You feel so good.”
“I know, mamas. Let me taste you.”
She pulled her fingers away and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked her juices from them, savoring the taste of her. She leaned into me, capturing the essence from my lips. As she went to sit back up, I wrapped my fingers around her throat.
“Ride this muthafucka like you love it,” I said.
She smirked as she maneuvered onto her feet. Like there was imaginary music in her head, she rode me to the beat. That pussy slid up and down my dick with ease. She rolled her hips like she was slow grinding against me, tightening her muscles ever so often.
“Shit,” I muttered, watching her coat my dick with her slippery wetness.
“Is it good to you, daddy?” she asked.
“So fucking good.”
“What are you willing to do for this pussy?”
“Whatever the fuck you want… shit!”
She got on her toes and started bouncing on my shit, making her ass clap against my thighs.
“Anything?” she asked, leaning forward.
“Anything, mamas. Fuck, Mia.”
She moaned. “Mmmm… you know I love it when I make you my bitch. All that moaning and shit… you feel how wet my pussy is?”
She was gushing for me at this point.
“You did that,” she said. “You and this big, pretty muthafucka. Tell me this is my dick.”
“It’s yours,” I said, thrusting to meet her.
“Shit!” She tossed her head back and pinched her nipples as she rode me. “Oooo, baby, you’re so fucking deep. I love when you make me take it all.”
“And you take it so well. Look at you. Pussy just juicing up for me. Nipples rock hard. That clit throbbing, ain’t it?”
She moaned as she reached between us to stroke it while still pinching one nipple.
“Yes…”
“Yeah, baby. Keep playing with that shit. When you cum, I want that pussy to squirt for me.”
“Oooo, I feel it coming.”
She stroked her clit harder and rode me faster. The sounds of her wet ass pussy and bated breaths filled the room. The faster she rode me, the harder I thrusted my hips. The sight of those pretty ass titties bouncing had me in a trance.
“Oooo, fuck! Oooo shit!” She gasped as she began to buck against me. “I’m cumming… I’m… fuck!”
Her pussy gushed and my seeds shot off deep inside her.
“Fuck!” I gave a loud grunt as she collapsed on top of me, panting heavily.
For a while we laid there in silence. It wasn’t long before I heard her light snores, causing me to chuckle. I didn’t bother to move her. Instead, I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the place I loved to be the most… right inside her.