June
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Zaria’s body arched over the table as she watered the Pothos plants.
She wore a skimpy-ass silk gown with no panties on.
Since coming back from her time with Yana, she was turnt, and a nigga like me wasn’t going to complain.
I sat back in the chair as my eyes followed her body.
Lighting my blunt, I got more relaxed in the chair.
“The mommy-mosas got you feeling yourself?” I asked before blowing smoke out, giving my plants a little boost to what was about to happen.
The last few times Z and I tried this, we somehow ended up short of a nut. Today, however, a nigga wasn’t stopping until I reached Calloverse. She swayed her ass, bending further, giving me a peek of the pussy she knew I loved. Although I was feeling slightly weak, I was going to suck it up.
“I’m always feeling myself. It’s you I want to feel,” she purred as she glanced over her shoulder.
I pulled the blunt from my lips as I pointed around. “A nigga builds you a little greenhouse, and now you want me to fuck around my plants so you can hoot and holler and shit. Z, baby, you know the rules.”
“Maybe I forgot.”
I nodded. “Oh, so what? Have you been bad?”
“Really fucking bad.”
I laughed as I stood from the chair and walked over to her. I pulled on my blunt again before allowing my free hand to take a handful of her ass. Her soft, smooth skin had always been a pleasure to touch. I leaned forward.
“You ready to take this Calloway dick?”
“Always.”
Without saying another word, I eased my dick from my pants and slid it up and down her ass before entering her. Z’s body shot forward, letting a loud gasp escape her lips.
Aht, aht. No fucking yelling.
But it feels so good.
No, you feel good. Make that shit extra wet, Z.
My head dropped forward before I sank my teeth into her back. “Ah shit!” she yelped.
I set the blunt on the edge of the table and gripped the front of her neck, bringing her head slightly backward. Foreheads touching. While sending my dick as far as it could go through the vegan valley, I gazed at Zaria. I gazed at her too deeply, and a wave of something went through me.
“I love you, Zaria. I love you so much that no matter what happens, a nigga will always be here. I fucking love everything you are, everything you will be, and everything you do.”
My thrusts became slower but harder. “You are the light of my life, the queen of this castle, the mother to my kids, and my soulmate,” I barely got out.
Thrust slower.
“I-I—” I found myself choking up.
Thrust slower.
“Ooo, baby,” she moaned.
“There is no Mr. Calloway without you.”
Thrust slower.
This time, my mouth opened, but nothing came out; a tear slipped from my eye, landing onto her lips. For each letter I’d written her, trying to say words that my mouth couldn’t, it all finally settled in. My future with her that I dreamed about before knowing her was all balled up in this moment.
I’m about to cum, June!
And still I had no words. I could see my phone light up out of the corner of my eye, but I ignored it because I needed this moment, and everyone, therefore, came after.
Cum for me, Z. Cum until you can’t anymore.
The slower I thrusted, the more my nut brewed. When she stuck her tongue out and stroked my lips, my eyes closed, and there was another tear.
I’m cummin’, baby. Let’s go to our place.
Just like that, Zaria and I exploded together.
Once we were done, she slid her robe on and headed toward the house. I picked up my phone to see that the request I had submitted was complete. I needed this because knowing that after today, something new would be coming felt good.
“It’s time,” I told Zaria before she stepped out of the greenhouse.
No words needed to be exchanged because she knew exactly what that meant.
PRESS PLAY
When I arrived at the Zoo, it almost felt bittersweet. Before getting out, I lit a blunt in preparation for the celebration. I took a few pulls, then grabbed my bag and got out. I indulged in the devil’s lettuce as I made my way toward the door. When the guy stepped forward, he gave me a slow nod.
“He’s hanging.”
“Where was he?”
“Same place he found me,” Jungle said.
I ended up having Bishop find out who the car belonged to after being followed.
It took a little minute to find the nigga, but when I did, it was he who told me everything I needed to know.
In exchange for his information, I spared the nigga’s life because what he and his men called themselves doing already cost them a body.
Jungle made for a good soldier, but not one on my team, because all of mine were solid.
He gave me a nod before walking off. It wasn’t even more than two to three seconds when I glanced back, and the nigga had disappeared.
When I walked into the Zoo, Clark hung there like a rack of meat. His head hung with blood trickling onto the floor. His naked body was fucked-up and disgusting looking. I tossed the bag onto the table and began clapping.
Clap! Clap!
“Wake up, muhfucka!” I shouted.
His head swung side to side as he slowly lifted. “Fu-fuck is going on?” he muttered.
“It’s a family reunion, nigga! That’s what you wanted, right, grandpa?” I grumbled. “You know, I tried to decide if I wanted to allow you to speak before I killed you, but to be honest, Clark, anything you say means nothing to me, just as I mean nothing to you.”
His eyes fluttered. “You’re nothing but an animal. A stray Grace should have gotten rid of. Even in death, you would never be loved. Fucking Tyrant!”
I nodded. “Are you done? Is that it?” I asked as I pulled out my blade. “I have love, Clark. It’s a love that you’ve been searching for all your fucking life, and because you never had it, you never gave it.”
Jab!
“Ah! Wooo!” he shouted.
“That’s right, woo! Sing your tune. You know, that house nigga kind of tune.”
This time, when I jabbed him, the knife carved further into his thigh as I peeled a layer of skin off, tossing his flesh to the floor.
“I told you I was going to skin your ass alive, and I mean that shit. Just as I told you to do your homework on the very person you hate. Clark, I’m a fucking monster. I thought you knew,” I said as I inserted the knife into his side, filleting another piece of skin from his flesh.
His head fell backward. “Alright! You-you win! Goddamn! Just stop,” he begged.
I shook my head. “For thirty-eight years, that’s all I asked for was for the pain to stop, but no. You are the reason a nigga like me suffered, so cheers to the muhfuckin creator!” I barked, damn near seething.
Another layer peeled. Blood oozed from each chunk of skin. My mind began going down memory lane—Matthew, Ms. Vivian, the group home, the cancer, the shootings, the arrest. Before I knew it, I jabbed his ass for each memory.
Clark’s words were barely audible. “Sss-su-sorry! I’m—”
Peel, jab, peel, jab, peel, jab.
“Fuck you! Fuck you, nigga!”
Peel, jab, peel, jab, peel, jab.
“You wanted an animal, and muhfucka, here I am!” I roared as. I walked around him. “Say it with me, nigga. Mr. Fucking Calloway! Say it!” I shouted.
“Mm... Mmm...”
Peel, jab, peel, jab, peel, jab.
“Say it!”
“Uh, Mr. Fu-Fucking—” He gasped. “Calloway!”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
“Yeah, that’s right! The man who’s going to get to play your God now, nigga. This isn’t for me but my muhfuckin kids, my niece, my sisters, and my fucking wife.”
I hopped on the table and cut his ass down.
His body hit the ground so hard that I thought I heard his bones break.
He lay there on his back, struggling to breathe.
I jumped from the table and stood over him.
I jabbed the knife into his chest and carved around, pulling the skin back until his heart was exposed. His heart pumped quickly.
“You know there are people who deserve this heart, and you’re not one of them.”
I saw tears rolling down the side of his face, and those same tears he was crying, praying I would change my mind and allow him to live, were the same tears I cried when he walked out that door, leaving me with Matthew.
I stood over him, watching his encased heart pump erratically.
My foot rose and stomped on his chest, cracking his ribs.
The agonizing scream he belted just wasn’t good enough for me.
I reached down and tugged at his loose ribcage until I was able to see his heart fully.
My hand wrapped around his beating heart, and I tugged at that muhfucka until I ripped it out.
There was no need to hold his heart in my hand because he had never done it for me.
I dropped that shit where I stood, leaving the Zoo for the last the muhfuckin time.