Chapter 22 #2
“Go sit and think about your fucked up ways, Hobo.”
“Man, you on some other shit.”
Turning my back, daring the nigga to pull some shit, I ran back up the stairs. I hadn’t brought him any food today, but Nel could do so tomorrow. Knowing his petty ass, he’d let the man starve, so I made a mental note to tell him to take Hobo’s ass some food.
“Don’t come down here mad at me ‘cause the bitch done pissed you off. I know the look of a nigga in his fuckin’ feelings. Get out of ’em. Ain’t no money there.”
“Says the nigga who in the basement because of one.”
Hobo chuckled. “Why you think I’m sayin’ the shit?”
Closing the door, I locked him inside, not bothering to respond. Leaving the mess, I marched out of the cabin, hearing the door lock itself behind me. Hopping in my truck, I pushed the pedal to the metal, not giving a fuck about the speed limit.
The colorful array of cars I bypassed, the streetlights, and the buildings all went by in a blur. I was in no predicament to be running red lights, ignoring stop signs, and neglecting to use signal lights, but I wasn’t in the headspace to care.
Parking, I left the truck running and jumped out.
I knocked on the door until it swung open.
Italian’s face fell and the pistol in his hand lowered.
He let me in but stuck his head out the door.
Not waiting for him to ask questions, I moved through the living room, which was empty—a rare sight.
It was usually packed with teens, doing all kinds of shit they shouldn’t be doing.
But at their age, we were doing far worse.
It was a blessing my cousins and I didn’t end up with a bunch of damn kids.
Sticking the key in the metal door, I pushed it open.
The bed wasn’t made, but there was no trash on the floor.
Two empty water bottles were on the nightstand, along with a half-drunk glass bottle of Coke.
There were a few pieces of clothing strewn about, but that was to be expected.
I stood there not knowing why the fuck I was here to begin with.
The bathroom door opened, and Solana peeked her head from out of it.
The camera—the camera had done her no fucking justice.
She looked a mess, but I swear, she was a mess in the most beautiful of ways.
Her hair was braided at the front while the rest was in a ball at the top of her head.
A few pieces framed her edges, making her appear innocent, and she was anything but that.
“Shio?” She blinked multiple times before pulling her head back inside the bathroom.
I heard shuffling, and instead of kicking the fucking door down because I knew what she’d been doing in the bathroom at my house, I waited. A few seconds later, she walked fully from the space into the bedroom.
Stopping a few steps away from me, she tilted her head and asked, “Shio, is it really you?”
She squinted her eyes and then folded her arms across her chest. The oversized shirt she wore covered her torso but left her chocolate thighs exposed. My dick bricked instantly. She was still looking at me as if she couldn’t believe I was standing here. Shit, I couldn’t believe I was standing here.
I pulled the mask from my face, letting it fall to the floor.
Her eyes shifted from my face to my arms, still covered in cocaine residue.
I saw the demons dancing in her face, but I also saw the fight.
It was new, something I had rarely seen on the camera.
I’d seen and heard her converse with the young Cuppacios and their friends, but it had only been a couple of days of that shit.
It wasn’t enough to prove her being ready for the world outside these walls.
Come get it. Show me what I already know. Show me you ain’t for me. Show me you ain’t ready.
She approached me slowly, her perfectly arched feet softly landing on the carpet with each step.
A pretty little sinner who was pretty as fuck while battling a drug addiction.
I held my ground as she got closer. I wasn’t going to stop her.
I wasn’t going to ask her to fight the drug that had her by the edges.
The drug was all over my body. Nothing was stopping her from running her nose all up and down my arms because I sure as hell wouldn’t stop her.
If she wanted to get high, I’d stand there and let her see how much she could inhale from my skin.
If she wanted to rid herself of this shit, like my mama said, she’d have to do the shit on her own.
Her soft hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the bathroom. She led me straight to the shower, keeping my arm in hers while she set the temperature. Steam covered the ceiling immediately, and I knew Hobo would’ve nutted up at the sight.
She pulled my shirt over my head. Once my shirt was on the floor, I snatched her into my chest, grabbing her face.
“Sh…Shio, please. You have it all over you.” Her eyes roamed my face and then dropped down to my thumb that was running across her cheek.
“Want me to put it on your lips?” I ran my thumb underneath her bottom lip, which trembled in response.
“Shio,” she whispered.
With my thumb, I pulled her chin down, opening her mouth. “Want me to rub it across your gums?”
She huffed and snatched away from me. My arms dropped to my side while she took a beat before looking back at me, slight annoyance on her face.
“Déjame terminar de desvestirte. (Let me finish undressing you.)”
She squatted, reaching for the waistband of my pants. Her soft, trembling fingers brushed against my skin as she lowered them, and it felt good. With my pants and underwear down, my dick sprang to attention, sweeping against the side of her face.
I could see the top of her eyelashes fluttering as she stared at the one thing I knew without a doubt she wasn’t ready for.
“Aye…” She lifted her head but shifted her eyes back to my dick before I could finish my statement. “Don’t start speaking that shit. Aite?”
Her eyes looked so round from this position.
I watched her lashes sweep against her cheek before nodding.
I stepped out of my boxers and got into the shower.
I watched her through the glass as she stood from the squatted position and grabbed the back of her neck.
Her shirt rose up again, and I cursed under my breath even though I couldn’t stop looking at her.
She did a quick pace and then shook her head before stepping to the vanity.
She bent over, opened the cabinets, and grabbed something.
When her hand came into view, she held a new bar of soap and a loofah.
She walked over and stuck her hand in the shower, wetting the loofah as hot water cascaded over me.
She pressed the loofah to my chest and began rubbing in circular motions.
Before the suds could form, I snatched her into the shower completely, being careful not to hurt her.
She was fully clothed in an oversized T-shirt and some mint green panties that her ass ate up underneath.
I’d gotten a glimpse when she bent over, and it was now implanted as a core memory.
“Shio…”
I wanted to be at home. But when I was home, I wanted to be anywhere but there.
When I wasn’t there, I was in my fucking phone watching Solana like some creep-ass nigga.
She was in my thoughts, in my prayers, and in every move I’d made since her ass showed up in my fucking house.
God knew I didn’t want her to be, but that was just what the fuck it was.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I inhaled her scent. The Dove was strong, but Solana’s fragrant odor was stronger.
“Shio.”
“Don’t. Talk.”
She nodded her forehead against mine and proceeded to wash me.
The water poured over my skin and onto her.
The exfoliant of the loofah and her wet shirt clinging to her curvy body all caused different feelings.
The heat was loosening my tight muscles, making them heavy and relaxed, but the water pouring onto Solana’s face made those same muscles tighten back up.
Water droplets from her lashes shouldn’t have been as sexy as they were.
The loofah running over my shoulders and down my back shouldn’t have felt like a match, burning a trail beneath my skin.
“Why… Why, Solana?”
“Shio—”
Grabbing her waist, I flipped her body around, pressing her back into my naked frame. “Shut up. I said don’t talk.”
The loofah was still in her hand, so she began to run it up my thigh. Grabbing the hem of her soggy shirt, I pulled it over her head and flung it, and it hit the glass with a thwack. She was braless and now in nothing but her mint green panties.
“Why?” I ran my hand across her chest, going from shoulder to shoulder as water bounced off her round, proportional titties. “Speak.”
“Why, what, Shio?”
I wanted to be mad that she couldn’t read my mind, but I’d be confused as fuck if I’d been begging for someone to talk to me and they show up the way I had.
I moved my hand over her wet skin up to her neck.
Wrapping my fingers and squeezing just enough for her to let out a soft whimper, I pulled her closer to me, her ass planted firmly against my dick.
“Why you need to replace the drugs, Solana? Why can’t you just not need shit?”
“I…They make me feel good, Shio.”
Keeping my left hand around her neck, I ran my right hand down the middle of her breasts. She tensed against my body, ass still pressed against the tip of my dick.
“How good?” My hand was now groping her right breast, my fingers purposely missing the nipple.
She gasped. “Y…Yeah!”
“That didn’t answer my question, Solana. How good does cocaine make you feel?”
“R-Real good…”
“You’ve barely experienced life, baby. You don’t know what good feels like. You think it makes you feel better than I can?”
She nodded and then shook her head to change her answer to no. I gave her left breast the same attention, again purposely missing the nipple.