Epilogue #2
A shimmering light caught my right eye as I stepped onto the patio.
I smiled and mouthed, ‘Y’all’s … job … done.
Trainin’ … gon’ … be … extensive. As … always …
Thiago … take … yo’ meds … every … day. Why?
‘Cause … yo’ … boss … said … so. I’m … finna …
lay … up … wit’ … my … pregnant … wife. See … y’all … in … six … days.’
Within a millisecond of my mouth closing, the shimmering light was no longer present.
I laughed and strolled toward my villa. It had been a pleasure stripping that nigga down to the bare minimum.
For Thiago to be on his medication daily, cost Chief less money, his thinking process was outstanding, and his family rested more.
But most importantly, I received the biggest laugh and felt very accomplished by having my fucking feet on that nigga’s neck. If he hadn’t made that threat all those years ago, my size eleven feet pressure wouldn’t be a factor. I would’ve let the nigga do whatever he wished.
Nearing the villa where love was made nastily since the moment I carried Mona into it, I heard her screech, “What the fuck do you mean you can’t handle that gap-tooth girl? I just know damn hell well you ain’t called us on this big ass remote control to say she’s running your ass wild, hun.”
Stepping into the villa, I lowly chuckled and shook my head.
“Honey buns, I’m on my honeymoon, tired, and got these pregnant ass cheeks clapped by that ponytail knee ass husband of mine.
If you don’t whoop her ass, that’s on you.
Neither her father nor I will punish her when we get back.
You better put that damn bass in your voice like you do when you are commanding sweaty nuts and pussy lips that look like they have a BBL.
Mkay. If you are too soft to get some act right, call Dai.
She’s scared of him. Love you, Toodles,” Mona said as I knew the fucka turned the combat radio switch off on Chief.
“Woke me out of my damn nap because she’s a soft ass woman when it comes down to those kids. Better put her ass in combat boots and run her like she does them gutta motherfuckas,” Mona snarled as I neared the closet, laughing hard.
“You need to check your Chief. Mkay?” Mona hissed, flinging a pillow at me. “Calling me about Azaria’s badass. I gave her instructions on how to handle her and that damn gap.”
“She soft on kids. You know this,” I replied, opening the closet door. “Tellin’ her to call Dai ain’t a good choice. Why? She ain’t scared of him no mo’. Why an’ how? He host Daddy-daughter tea parties on Wednesday evenin’s. We went last Wednesday. That bitch was lit. They was buddy-buddy.”
“That’s who had a gotdamn tea party she didn’t shut up about?” Mona squealed, tossing pillows at me as I retrieved the lint roller from her luggage.
“Yep.” I laughed.
“Shit. Well, by the time we return to the States, X will not be a soft woman ‘cause our shovel-toting child will make sure X gives out ass-whoopings by the dozen,” she said, sounding as if she was propped up on the bed. Things went exceptionally well, yes?”
“It damn sho’ did.” I cheesed, sealing the evidence inside the snack sized plastic bag.
“Afterward, were you extra, Captain Enforcer?” she asked, causing me to look at her and grin like Azaria when she wanted another yogurt cup.
“Fucking petty.” Mona laughed loudly as I rolled the bag tight.
“Not petty. Just love when a nigga underestimate a man he know smart as fuck,” I responded, sliding the plastic bag into the lint roller.
“I can afford to sleep a lil longer since we have to make it seem as if we were truly minding our business to notice any foul play, right?” she whispered as I closed her luggage and opened mine.
I wouldn’t dare have Mona transport anything when she was only my wife and not part of The Savage Clique.
I made sure to have written on the vintage paper that held seven bloodied fingerprints.
She had other dreams to carry out, and I would make damn sure she ventured into a line she dreamed of.
A life of crime was no longer Mona’s; it was all mine!
Lifting from the closet, I answered, “You can sleep as long as you like. We ain’t finna fake shit.
I’m finna set it off fo’ us. We finna enjoy the fuck out of these six days, no clothes, a lot of conversations, chapter readin’s, an’ writin’ down which colleges you takin’ yo’ ass to in the fall.
Then, we gotta discuss if you think you can handle being a mom of fo’, college, an’ workin’. ”
With an arch in her back, Mona crawled to the foot of the bed and breathed, “Sounds like a plan.”
Kicking off the business casual shoes, I opened my mouth to speak, but the ugliest expression cradled her face. Before I could ask what was wrong, she screeched, “Every gotdamn part of this bed is wet up. We need to flip the damn mattress.”
Tapping my lips, I said, “That ain’t gon’ work. We destroyed that side, too.”
Hopping off the bed, with a glob of nut running from her pussy, Mona shrieked, “Where the hell are we going to sleep?”