Chapter 20
SYNDER
Just because I had my girl in the bag didn’t mean the playbook was closed.
I still had an uphill battle. It went from cuffing Sienna to now cuffing Sienna.
The Christmas galas were going to be my biggest plays.
After this, Sienna would love everything about me.
Hell, I needed her to love everything about me because kidnapping her would’ve just been ludicrous. I wasn’t above doing so, though.
Today, we were off having a day on the town.
This was one of my few off days, and I was taking it and doing the most with the woman who stole my heart.
Legend and Ginger were in town for the weekend.
They were scheduled to attend one of the galas that the league was hosting.
In the last few years, their community centers expanded from Pensacola to Atlanta and several other cities.
They were a true power couple, something I wanted to create with Sienna.
Putting Sienna in the same thought process as marriage was on brand for how crazy I was about her. Once she caught up, there would be no stopping us.
Our first order of business was at the tattoo studio.
We had an early appointment, before the crowd.
Inside Urbn Ink Studios, I dapped my tattoo artist, Juan.
I called, and he was in the city at the drop of a hat.
Legend and Ginger were there, too. Ginger and Sienna were excited to see each other again.
They fell into an easy conversation that two homegirls would have.
While Juan got my girl prepared for her tattoo, Ginger kept Sienna company. Meanwhile, Legend and I sat across from Juan’s station to kick the shit.
“I love this for you, Cuzzo,” Legend stated. “I was gon’ be heated if I flew all the way to Chicago to beat a nigga’s ass over a woman who didn’t want yo’ ass.”
Chuckling, I said, “It was touch and go. She ignored me for two fuckin’ days ‘cause of that shit, bruh. ‘Bout lost my shit.”
Legend laughed. “I can’t relate. My girl would’ve put knees and elbows on that nigga if she could.”
I didn’t doubt it. Ginger’s name and appearance were sweet, but her uppercuts were vicious as fuck.
“That’s the thing,” I replied. “It’s a fire inside Sienna that I’ve seen. It’s the way she stands up for herself and sets boundaries that a nigga had to finesse hard as fuck to challenge. I wouldn’t have cared if it was someone else. But when I first saw her, I just knew…”
“Reminds me of what happened with me and Gin. Boy, I swear. Shit hit me so hard, I started planning our future before she even agreed to be my woman.”
“Feels good to know it ain’t just me,” I said.
“My mama’s name ain’t even tatted on me.
Which is crazy. Here I am about to get shawty’s name tattooed on me.
I knew from the first day I met her, but I definitely know now.
Her ass massaged my feet yesterday. Nigga, I woke up with my dick in my hand and drool runnin’ down my damn mouth. ”
Legend died laughing.
“You think I’m finna let another nigga experience that?” I questioned seriously. “You out ya mind. I’d chop a nigga’s feet off before I let that happen.”
Legend held his stomach he was laughing so hard.
Still, I was heated by the potential of another man feeling the effects of a good Sienna foot rub.
I glared at the side of Sienna’s face. Juan had started her tattoo while she and Ginger laughed about something.
I tried reading her lips to see what she was over there whispering.
“I’d chop her hands off, too. She wouldn’t have the chance to do that shit no mo’. ”
Legend hollered. “Bruh, chill out. You might as well gon’ and get the ring. My cuzzo is too raw on the court to end it all over some made up shit in his head. I know I’m delusional, but you ‘bout to make me look like I got a lil’ sense.”
Relaxing the mug on my face, Legend was right. I was making up shit in my head. That was dangerous of me. Chuckling, I shook my head.
“See what I’m sayin’,” I stated. “Girl gon’ have me booked in county.”
A commotion outside drew our attention. Legend and I stood, both of us producing our guns.
Juan glanced up and chucked his head at the door. “Y’all got it,” he said. He wasn’t worried about shit.
Going to the door, I glanced outside to see what the hell was going on. Courtland and her brothers were on the other side arguing with security. Face frowned up, I stepped out the door.
“Aye!” I barked loud enough to gain everyone’s attention. “You niggas…line it up!” Pointing at Courtland, I said, “Take yo’ ass inside that shop, my cousin-in-law gon’ cave yo’ fuckin’ teeth in.”
Legend verified that with a simple, “Yep.”
Putting my gun up, I waited for Courtland’s brothers to line it up like I told them. Sienna would be mad at me for not walking away. However, if these niggas thought they were going to pull up on me and my people, and walk away unscathed, they had another thing coming.
One of Sienna’s security guards stepped in front of me. His big ass had me looking up at him like I wasn’t bigger than a muthafucka. I looked at him like he was crazy.
“I can’t let you do this, bruh,” he said. “Cooley’s orders.”
My face frowned up even harder.
“Big N,” he introduced himself and chuckled.
“It’s the holidays and the worst possible time for you to fuck up anything with Sienna.
Trust me, we gon’ handle this shit. I need for you to go back in there and pretend like everything out here is straight.
” He glanced over his shoulder. “Plus, those niggas ‘bout to shit bricks.”
Glancing at Courtland’s brothers, they did look scared as fuck.
“Like I was saying…” Big N stated, grabbing my attention. “Go back inside. Pretend like nothing happened.”
Grumbling, I grilled him, then grilled Courtland and her brothers one last time before walking back into the building.
“Everything okay?” Sienna questioned.
“Yeah, Baby,” I replied. “Some fuckin’ reindeer got caught in a manhole.”
Sienna and Ginger glanced at each other, then at me.
“Uh… Okay,” Sienna stated.
Legend looked at me, squelched his laughter, and shook his head. “You a fool,” he mumbled.
Meanwhile, I was hot as hell. All I wanted to do was go back outside and put a hot one int the Three Stooges. They’d better thank Sienna and her people for sparing them this Christmas.
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Although I spared Courtland and her brothers, the internet didn’t.
They dragged Courtland for the fool she was.
Labeling her as the female Grinch tickled my soul.
I couldn’t help but be a little petty. The picture of Sienna’s tattoo of my name on her lower abdomen, just inches away from her belly button and the massive tattoo of Sienna’s name riding my lower abdomen, caused the stir I wanted the pictures to cause.
There was no denying that we belonged to each other.
Tonight, as we prepared to enter our first gala together, I felt like the luckiest man on the planet.
I wore a goofy grin and couldn’t help but feeling a way with having Sienna on my arm.
She was the epitome of sexy. Of course, she wore red.
It was a red gown, covered in sparkly crystals that made her a walking showstopper.
Her shoulders were bare and her hair styled in an elegant French roll.
I matched my lady. We dripped red and looked like the flyest couple in the world doing so.
Inside the venue, I wondered why Sienna and I received curious glances.
It wasn’t because we looked good as fuck.
Rather, it was Courtland being there with another NBA player.
Trazon Beverly didn’t play for the Jets, but he was from Atlanta.
He came to the galas every year. The fact that he was with Courtland didn’t faze me.
She was his problem, and as long as they left us be, everything would remain cordial.
The night was spent having dinner, a few drinks, and a few meaningless conversations. All I could concentrate on was getting Sienna home so that I could give her some proper dick. Every second I got, my dick was inside her.
Sometime later, I purposely gave Trazon the space to approach me. He and Court had been staring at me and Sienna for the better part of the evening. He had something to get off his chest. Inwardly grinning, I was surprised he got the balls to finally approach me.
“What’s good?” he asked.
“Nothin’ much.” Our interaction would be front and center on the internet. Too many people were concerned about us being so close to each other. Sienna saw me, and her shoulders squared in concern. Smiling at her, I hoped it eased her mind.
“You gotta chill on my girl,” Trazon stated.
I smirked. “I chilled on her a few years ago. If she’s tellin’ you something different, I encourage you to try her…not me.”
“Look, I’on want shit to get ugly,” he countered.
“Ugly?” I chuckled in his face.
“Yeah, ugly,” he confirmed. “Whatever y’all had goin’ on is over. All she wants is to see her daughter. If you can’t be a man and give her that, you a sorry-ass nigga.”
Something inside me snapped. I moved closer to Trazon and grilled his muthafuckin’ ass.
“Didn’t I just tell yo’ ass to try her and not me?
If you call ya’self checkin’ me, don’t get ya fuckin’ tonsils knocked out behind a woman who doesn’t even have custody of her kid.
She willingly didn’t fight for her daughter.
Between you and me, she wanted to abort her daughter.
The same daughter she pretends to wanna see.
Also, between you and me, it took three niggas before I was determined to be my child’s father.
” I cocked my head to let that sink in. “Courtland is a beautiful woman. But don’t let her get you on my bad side off some bullshit. ”
Something tingled in my spine, causing me to scan the room. Sienna was headed my way.
Trazon glanced away. “Just watch how you talk to her.”
“I’on gotta watch shit but some highlight reels. You better ask Court about me. This NBA shit can go to hell before I let a nigga play wit’ me.”
“Babe.” Sienna stepped in between us. Her hand touched my jaw. “You ready to go home?”
Peering down at my woman, I kissed her glossed lips. “Yeah, Baby. Ain’t shit goin’ on here. Right?” I asked Trazon.
He cleared his throat and chuckled.
“That’s what I thought,” I stated.
Shit. Every-fucking-body was trying me, and all I was trying to do was stay out of trouble for my woman’s sake. This shit was getting difficult. The holidays needed to hurry and be over so I could get back to beating a nigga’s ass without fear of my lady giving me the silent treatment.