Chapter Ten #2
He smiled while his thumb circled her engorged clitoris.
The rhythm of her hips slowed down until she found his lips again.
Seconds passed by and the pulsating of her walls informed Noble that she was cummin’ while moaning into his mouth.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and laid her down on the couch.
Wedged between her legs, he thrusted deep into her flesh, pinning her arms over her head.
“If you just want dick, let me know now,” he grumbled, driving deep into her womanhood.
“I want dick and you, baby. I’m not going nowhere.”
“Fuck, Irish. Don’t tell me that shit.” He pumped in and out, feeling weaker with each stroke.
“I promise. I’m all yours, Papa. Nobody else’s.”
That sounded like his favorite song, which propelled nostalgia to engulf him.
Burying deep into her wetness while she promised to be his was a dream he didn’t know he possessed.
Just like that, the last three months of agony was wiped away.
Their slate would start clean. Noble was hers and she would be his.
“Tell me again,” he commanded before sloppily kissing her lips.
“I’m yours, baby. I belong to you.”
His body didn’t warn him that his climax was near.
Without a signal, Noble exploded inside Irish, marking her pussy and making it impossible for any man to compete.
He came so hard that his teeth clenched and limbs quivered.
After regaining his sight, he looked her in the eyes.
Exchanging breaths, he said the words that he had been longing to tell her for the second time.
“I love you, Pumpkin.”
She smiled, brightening his night and the days to come.
“I love you too, Papa. So much, you hear me?”
He nodded, still feeling under the influence of her pussy, and kissed her lips.
“You got me wanting to kidnap your ass.”
She tittered. “I told you I’m here.”
“You mean that?”
“Of course.”
“A’ight.” He licked her flavor from his lips. “Let’s get away.”
She held his hairy cheeks in her hands. “Where to?”
“Don’t worry about that. Just say you coming with me.”
“I’ll go through every valley just as long as I’m with you.”
Kissing her lips again, he said, “Come on. Let’s go.”
Rio sat on the desk, his legs swinging back and forth while looking at the bloody figure before him.
Sitting in complete silence, Rio sized Braye up, trying to gather what Cali saw in him.
He was a lil’ nigga to Rio; someone who didn’t hold a candle to him in any department.
Braye was inches shorter than him. Not scrawny but definitely not built like a soldier.
Rio chuckled, rubbing his hand down his smooth skin.
He made a mental note to get his facial hair lined up since he was growing out a beard.
Jumping off the desk, Rio slowly ambled over to him.
Braye reminded him of an orange that had been peeled.
Blood oozed from several cuts on his face.
Both eyes were swollen shut and his bottom lip was so inflated, Rio thought it would eventually fall off.
After he was captured in Miami, Cee and Slime drove him back to St. Parklynn where Rio allowed the jits in TLM to have their way with Braye. They’d done a number on him, knocking him unconscious more than once.
Pulling up a chair, Rio sat in front of him.
This was the face-off he had been waiting on.
He’d already gotten rid of Cali, but this had been hanging over his head.
Rio hadn’t been able to sleep ever since Braye went on the run.
Knowing he had caught the man, who caused him a great deal of trauma, filled him with joy that had been gone for over three months.
“You just an overall dumb nigga,” Rio noted, slouching into the chair. “Who goes on the run and hide in Miami?”
Braye’s head swayed as he softly groaned in agony. “Just get it over with.” His mutter showcased how much pain he had to be in.
Rio shook his head. “Nah, fam. I had to go through months of being in the hospital. What makes you think you gon’ get an easy death?”
Braye snorted then spit blood out of his mouth. “So, what was y’all plan?”
“Who is y’all?” he asked, heaving.
“You and Cali. Were y’all planning on killing me to live life like a happy couple?”
A small smirk surfaced on his swollen lip. “That was never gonna happen.”
Rio craned his head. “Why is that?”
“‘Cause she never wanted to be with me. She led me on, making me believe that she would leave you to get with me.”
“So, why did you and her try to take me out? If you knew she wasn’t gonna leave, why would your dumb ass write a check your ass couldn’t cash?”
Braye paused for a moment, inhaling a deep breath that looked painful.
“You know… I could lie and say that she helped me but she… she wasn’t a part of taking you out.
That shit was all on me. I wanted you out the way so I could have my girl.
” He shook his head, regret pooling on his face.
“That bitch didn’t have the heart to leave you.
She knew it, too. I was a dummy for believing her cap ass, but she had me.
You know how Cali is. She can convince a fucking dog that he’s a cat. ”
“How I know your bitch-ass is telling the truth?”
“Man look at me,” he griped through clenched teeth. “I’m on my way out. Ain't no escaping this shit. The least I can do is be honest with not only you but myself, nigga. Cali was stringing me along but she ain't help me cause your crash.”
Rio pondered that reality, feeling a sense of relief that he couldn’t explain.
Ninety percent of him loathed Cali. To him, the ground she walked on was cursed.
God had wasted His time when He created her.
She was every disgusting word in the dictionary, but he was relieved that she hadn’t tried to kill him.
That had been one of the most painful parts of their demise.
Thinking that she had conspired with her lover to eliminate him kept him up at night.
The torturous thoughts wouldn’t cease no matter how much he prayed them away.
Cali wasn’t a killer, but she was a cheater, who had not only destroyed their union but Rio as well.
“You ain't innocent, nigga,” Braye spat, grabbing his attention.
“What?” Rio sneered, ready to beat his ass.
“You wasn’t doing what you was supposed to do, either. I know Cali a hoe, but you didn’t give her what she needed. That’s why she came to me.”
Rio was suddenly humored. Braye didn’t compare to him at all. He was a lame, who happened to catch a hoe on the right day.
“And what’s that?”
“Time.” Braye gave him a loose-tooth grin.
“You know how many times I was around when you called to break plans or she would text you only for you to reply hours later? She spent a lot of time alone. You wasn’t this great husband like you think you were.
You was neglectful as fuck. She may have stepped out on you but you ain't make her a priority, nigga. You deserved for your bitch to get fucked.”
Without warning, Rio jumped from his seat and kicked Braye in his chest. The chair fell backwards, inciting him to hit his head on the concrete.
“Fuck,” Braye groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.
Rio paced while attempting to extinguish Braye’s words from ruminating in his mind.
He had been the best to Cali. He’d never cheated on her.
Him still dealing with his ex during the beginning of his marriage didn’t count because he and Cali weren’t locked in.
When they decided to make an effort, he made a vow to never cheat on her and he honored it.
He wouldn’t allow this man, who was only a fourth of the man he was, tell him that he wasn’t good to Cali since it wasn’t true.
“Aye, Cee!”
Seconds passed, and Cee entered the room with Slime behind him.
“Put that nigga in the trunk,” Rio ordered.
They picked up the chair Braye was in and unloosened the ties to his arms and legs. Rio watched with pure rage as they carried him out. Following them to the car that was parked out back, they placed him in the trunk.
Cee turned to him. “Where you want us to take him?”
“I’m driving. I need y’all to trail me to the pond, though.”
Slime nodded. “A’ight.”
Rio got inside the beat-up Monte Carlo and started the engine. He was so ready to end this part of his life. Moving on was at the top of his list. Rio would finally be done with this chapter. If he could’ve ripped it out of his book, he would’ve without a second thought.
Rio drove for a while until they arrived at the pond.
This was deemed the death pond by natives in St. Parklynn.
Anything that wasn’t of value was dumped here.
It was unkempt with water that possessed all kinds of algae and recycled materials.
Rio got out just as Cee and Slime pulled up.
Opening the trunk, Braye turned his head, appearing as if he had run out of battery life.
“I need you to suffer like I did but I want to be the last face you see.”
Braye quickly shook his head. “Just kill me, nigga. What the fuck!”
Rio smelled the fear on him. It was pungent with a scent that he would never forget. Cee and Slime walked over, bringing forth the scent of marijuana.
“What you finna do with him?” Slime asked.
Rio smirked before closing the trunk. He walked toward the driver’s seat and placed the car in drive. Slowly, the vehicle pushed forward, sinking into the water. Loud knocks resounded from the trunk as screams penetrated Rio’s ears. He smiled, knowing that Braye was panicking.
“Arrrggghhh!” His muffled screams were like listening to his favorite song.
“That bitch in there going crazy.” Cee laughed.
The car floated for a minute until it descended into the water.
The shouts ceased, immediately. The knocking came to a halt.
A satisfied beam coated Rio’s lips. He could finally move on without knowing the man who tried to kill him was still out in the world.
Rio’s pride would’ve never allowed him to rest if his enemy wasn’t captured.
Now that Braye was gone, he breathed a little easier.
Rio’s phone rang, silencing his murderous thoughts. When he looked at the screen, he smirked.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Rio, it’s Rozalin. The girl from the bar.”
“Rozalin, huh?” His smile broadened. “What took you so long to hit me up?”