Chapter 11 #3
“Respectfully, Don, we need a person who has the… intellect—finesse. We ain’t no dumb-ass niggas, but we more so the muscle. The enforcers. Killers. We need a thinker that’s a doer too.”
“Damn, Rut, tell me how you really feel.” I stood and buttoned my jacket.
Both men stood, Matteo still texting.
“Ain’t shit but love,” Rut said while pushing in the big-ass chair.
“I’m here to keep it real, and that’s what I’ll always do.
That finessing shit ain’t our lane. We would’ve never been able to build this shit if it wasn’t for Reuchie.
I respect why he had to step down, but we need somebody better than him to step in his role.
Someone that can bend but won’t break. Someone who can see what the fuck we can’t. ”
“Facts,” Matteo replied, not taking his face out of the phone.
If his ass found a house bigger than mine, Dasani was going to be mad as fuck because I’d promised her I was done expanding the house after the current build was finished.
I nodded. “We gone see how this shit play out. I’ll keep my ear to the streets with the Rodríguezes.
It won’t be long before they show their faces or make some noise, making it easier to find where they’re hiding.
No matter the race, niggas get tight when it comes to a bitch, and Shio got theirs under lock and key.
Had I known they were behind the fuckin’ kidnappings, they would’ve died in the fuckin’ club that night.
But at this point, ion just want a few… I want to eliminate the whole line.
Another Cuppacio and Rinaldi massacre by a Cuppacio and a Rinaldi.
It’ll be nice to kill some other muthafuckas than our own this time, huh? ”
When Rut and Matteo chuckled, I grabbed my phone and walked to the double doors. “Meeting fuckin’ adjourned.”
“Babyyyy!” I called out, removing the tie from around my neck.
I’d made it home and was tired as fuck. Admiring all the changes made throughout the years as I walked through my home, I was proud as fuck of my estate; it had become my oasis because I wouldn’t stop adding whatever I wanted in this motherfucker.
I’d expanded onto the mansion more times than I could count and was running out of surrounding land.
Dasani asked me to stop so we could still have open space for Delicate, but shit, I’d just buy whoever house was in my way and knock their shit down.
We didn’t need this much space, since we only had one child, but why not?
A mega mansion for a Don, his queen, and their Delicate Mafia sounded normal to me.
One day, I’d pass this shit down to my daughter, and hopefully my son, but that shit was in the air because my baby mama wasn’t budging on having a second child right now.
“Baby!” I yelled again.
My Prada loafers squeaked against the spotless marble as I rounded walls to make it to the main living areas.
Every inch of my home was immaculate, but Dasani and her team of designers made sure it never felt cold or overly perfect.
Every room was warm and inviting with expensive furnishings and decor.
I’d never admit it out loud, but I liked to host. Dasani had finally picked out the starting fragrances for her perfume launch, and as soon as the bottles were done being designed, I was going to throw some ole extravagant-ass shit again.
Delicate was with my mother and grandmother at a fashion show in Milan, so we were baby-free for the next few days. I knew Dasani was home because her security detail had alerted me since she had me blocked. She was still mad about that weak-ass purse that Jisei had gotten before her.
Stepping into our bedroom, my dick hardened at the sight of her.
“I don’t give a fuck what that bitch said. She know better than to say that shit to me. I keep telling Demise we not kissing no ass!”
She was standing in front of the TV, remote in hand and phone to her ear in a Skims nude high neck bra and thong set. Her tanned-colored skin was oiled as if she was headed to the beach, and the way her ass was swallowing the thong had me kicking off my shoes.
“You so two-faced.”
She jumped, holding her chest as her neck snaked to look at me. When she realized it was just me, she scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“I’ma call you back, Daylani. This nigga just came home.”
She disconnected the call and slapped the phone in her palm.
There was a Hermès case on the phone that I knew had cost me an arm and a fucking leg.
Her hair was hanging in a long ponytail with her signature bangs.
It was low-key my favorite style on her because it brought out her Asian roots with her slanted, hooded eyes.
Even with her Filipino roots, my wife was all black and had the body and attitude to prove it.
“How I’m two-faced, Demise?”
She was ready to pick an argument, but I was imagining which way I wanted to give her fine ass this dick.
My money had nothing to do with the way Dasani looked.
She was fine before I met her, and over the years, she just kept getting finer.
Hell, it was in her blood, and I knew so because her sister, Daylani, was a workaholic, running a seven-figure business, and she got better looking every year too.
Their mama had done fucking good, and I wished I could’ve met her because I’m sure she was fine as fuck too.
“Because you stay talking shit about me. I’m yo’ husband, Dasani.”
Taking a step in her direction, I didn’t stop until I could smell the wine on her breath. She was so fucking pretty that I loved and hated that shit simultaneously.
“Okay… What that mean?” She frowned.
“It mean”—I ran my finger down her belly—“You supposed to uplift yo’ nigga, not talk down on yo’ nigga.”
There were visible signs of childbirth on her flat stomach, but I loved that shit.
It made her look even better, and it was a plus that Dasani wasn’t shy about her imperfections.
Hell, she’d spent six years sharing showers with other bitches before having Delicate, but even after becoming a mom, she still flaunted her curvy figure without a care.
“You must not know who you married to. We gone be talking shit until the grave.”
“Hell yeah, ’cause we gettin’ buried right beside each other. I already bought the mausoleum.”
“Ion know why for? You ain’t gone be gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves in the afterlife.”
“Bullshit.” I pecked her lips, and she pecked me back.
Dasani loved to talk shit in public, but within all these fucking walls, I ran shit. I let her have her moment in public, but in the guise that at night, that pussy was swollen from the beatings it endured. She was the biggest freak I’d known, and I’d fucked a lot of freaks in my day.
Wrapping my arms around her slim waist, I pulled her into my body.
She fit like a fucking puzzle. These days, I found myself falling deeper in love with Dasani than ever before.
There were days when I woke up and couldn’t believe she was my wife.
The old me would’ve thought I was a simp, a fucking buster over pussy that was plentiful.
But the old me didn’t know that I could have chaos and peace—Dasani, our daughter, and this home was my peace.
She was perfect as fuck, even with her being rough around the edges.
She’d done time, just like me. She had a chip on her shoulder, just like me.
She had a way with her words, just like me.
She fucked good, just like me, and she was a go-getter, just like me.
She didn’t need no fancy fragrance line; she’d probably lose money before she made it in the world of parfums, but she wanted to do the shit, so I was going full-throttle behind her.
I didn’t give a fuck if that shit lost a hundred thousand a month. Whatever my wife wanted, she got.
“You missed me, didn’t it? Ugly ass.”
I kissed her soft lips again. “I missed that throat. Eat this dick.”
“Nigga—”
“Now, Dasani,” I asserted, and her expression changed instantly.
She pulled from my embrace, dropped to her knees, and unbuttoned my pants. Even with her pointy nails, it took her no time to set my dick free, making sure to hold my gaze the entire time. She wrapped her hands around it, and I would never get over how good her hands felt on my shit.
“I want it slow and sloppy.”
Here sleek-ass eyes went slant as she twisted her mouth, lathering up spit.
Pwuah!
“Shit! Feels good as fuck, Sani baby.”
Her saliva began to drip from the head of my dick, but she caught it and used her thumb to smear it in with the precum. She rose on her knees and licked the tip, sending tingles from my dick to my stomach to my shoulders before circuiting down to my socked feet.
She took me in her mouth slowly, and when she stretched it wide, letting me feel the back of her throat, I couldn’t help but to grab the back of her head and hold her in place. I guided my dick down her throat, not stopping until her nose was in my pubic hairs.
“Goddamn, Sani baby. You suck dick so fuckin’ good.”
She pulled back, slob dripping down her chin, letting my dick go with a “pop” sound. I was so fucking hard and long that I barely recognized my shit. It was a wonder that she could even get this big motherfucker down her esophagus. She was one of a fucking kind.
Licking all over my dick, she sucked my balls into her mouth, juggling them with her tongue and jaw.
“Oh shit! You eatin’ balls today?” I said between grunts.
My hand went from her head to the side of her pretty-ass face.
She was so fucking perfect and looked even better gobbling my dick.
I prayed that when I was old and gray, I’d still be able to get the mouth service from her.
I’d hide her fucking dentures if that’s what it took because this shit was incredible.