Chapter 24 #5
Another plane sounded, and I heard the gasps from the elder tables. Not wanting to miss the third banner, I panned the phone back to the sky and made sure the red button was still lit, not wanting the recording to cut off.
Identical Twins!
Pink glitter fell from the third plane, raining down on the entire backyard. Nel was smiling, but Pia looked pissed. Ending the video, I sent it to Nel’s phone and stuffed it back in my pocket.
“When I found that shit out, I was too happy and mad for my friend!” Missy cried, wiping her tears, recording her own video. She’d been the keeper of the gender, so she must’ve known a while.
“How the fuck did she not know she was having twins?” Ezio asked.
“One of the babies was hiding behind the other. They told her they found something, and Pia asked if the baby was healthy, and when they told her yes, she told them not to tell her nothing else… Just write it down and put it in an envelope. That’s how I ended up with two envelopes.”
“Oh my God! These fools can’t produce anything but twins!” Jisei shook her head.
A few tables over, Discover looked mortified. She was probably having flashbacks of her chaotic delivery. Vello had undoubtedly fucked up his chances of having more kids in the future.
“Congratulations, my daughter. Let us finish the party. When it is done, I’d like to take you to the airport for your final gift.”
“Daddy, you got me a plane? I was just playing when I said I wanted one!”
“Well, you have one now, darling.”
Ezio whistled. “Yeah, ain’t shit Nel can’t do shit with Big Rio. A fuckin’ jet!” He then turned to Jisei as if he had a revelation. “Aye, Jae Bae. Don’t ask your brother for no shit like that, aite.”
We all laughed, and everyone cheered when the strippers brought their asses back out.
Tunan came back over, kicked shit and rotated a few blunts.
When he dapped me up, he said he was headed out because he had something he had to take care of tonight.
I offered my help, but he told me it wasn’t nothing before taking his leave.
I watched the party, accepting the fact that none of these women had what I wanted.
Looking at all my family enjoying themselves, I knew there was no way I could leave the mob.
When I looked over and saw Rio’s sister, Arianee, talking with Dasani, I chuckled knowing she was probably inquiring about Daylani’s plans for Pia’s baby shower now that we’d seen what Rio did for the gender reveal.
When I glanced over and locked eyes with Don, I sucked my teeth at the sight of him tapping his finger on his watch.
Fuck this nigga. Can’t nobody move me but me.
Standing in the entryway of my home, I scratched my face as I peeped around.
Everything looked the same. From my position, there was no sign that a woman or a child had been living here for weeks.
My home looked exactly the way I had left it the other day when I headed to meet Goal for the drop.
Dark wood, green textiles, one painting, furniture varying from leathers to fibers, with not an item out of place.
I chose the color scheme because it felt warm and invigorating.
But standing here now, it felt as cold as the fucking Tundra. There was no life in this motherfucker.
The cleaning company hadn’t come this week because Bahati requested that I call them off.
I hadn’t been here any fucking way so I obliged.
Where my home would have been smelling like fresh lemons and the other fragrances that had become therapeutic to me that the cleaning company used, I smelled nothing but scents that reminded me of Bahati.
The same shit she used to clean her apartment back in the day now lingered in the entryway.
It wasn’t bad, but I wasn’t a Fabuloso and Awesome type of nigga.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I held it so that it wouldn’t hit the floor.
Marching to the side of my house where the guest rooms were, I passed the closed door and stopped in front of the room Bahati and Shya had been occupying.
Bahati’s eyes fluttered toward me appearing as she patted Shya’s back with her good arm.
“Aye.”
“Yes?” she answered, her breath caught in her chest.
I could see the shit as her chest inflated and stayed that way.
I never cared about the power I had over women, but more often than not, women acted as if they couldn’t handle my presence.
Bahati had known me for years and still acted as if she were seeing me for the first time anytime we were in each other’s presence.
That’s how ole girl be having me feeling, I thought to myself before shaking her off my mind.
Licking my lips, I gave Bahati another once over.
Bahati was perfect. Her skin, her facial features, and her body were a packaged deal many men would happily pay for.
My eyes landed on her bare, arched foot that was hanging from the side of the bed, suspended in the air while the other was folded in the covers.
“If you want some dick, gone and put her to sleep.”
Bahati’s eyes bulged and she began choking on her own spit.
She sat up, placed Shya on the bed fast as fuck, and tripped out of the covers.
Before I could witness her ass hitting the floor, I left the room’s doorway.
Crossing the house and entering my bedroom, I left the door open for her.
I emptied my pockets onto my nightstand and then walked toward my bathroom.
Tossing the shirt into the hamper, I removed my shoes and walked them into my closet.
Placing them near my other Louis Vuitton sneakers, I then removed my necklaces that hadn’t seemed to leave my neck in days.
I immediately felt naked without them, the missing weight feeling foreign.
When I walked from the closet and back into my room, Bahati was standing there in her bra and panties.
The matching set was brown and nearly blended in with her skin.
“Come ’ere, Bahati.”
With one foot in front of the other, round hips swaying, Bahati obliged.
Cast and all, she was sexy as fuck, and if you lined Bahati up with the strippers that were at the reveal, she would have put a few of them to shame.
Like theirs, I could see her ass from the front, but she didn’t give me long to wander because she did a spin, giving me a view of her ass spilling out of her lace panties.
It was so fucking round, and the dimples in it waved as she made it clap subtly.
Bahati could have easily been a dancer with the way she knew how to manipulate her body.
The way she used to move used to have me brick as fuck, and it was a plus that she could do everything on my dick as well.
“Stop all that playin’ and come get this dick.”
I was hard, but not to my full potential. I was just as I was when the strippers popped their pussies in my face, but as soon as she put her mouth on my dick, I’d get where I needed to be.
She climbed onto the bed, and I could feel the heat from her center since she had both her legs on either side of mine.
Using her knees, she climbed up my legs, not stopping until she was in my lap.
When her damp pussy hit my boxers, she moaned.
Her eyes were low with lust as she scanned my chest as if looking for something that belonged to her.
Using my index finger, I traced the lace of her bra.
Her chest heaved as she began slow grinding in my lap.
The shea butter floated around my head from her moisturized skin.
Bahati was a fucking dream to any nigga with eyes that loved chocolate, and it didn’t hurt that she oozed sex appeal. She knew how to use that shit too.
Leaning in, she began kissing my neck while continuing to dance in my lap.
Her kisses were soft and wet, and I couldn’t lie about the shit not feeling good as fuck.
Letting her do her thing, I grabbed her ass, squeezed it, and slapped it hard.
She bit down on my neck before sucking on the bite.
My dick had now grown to its full potential, and I was impressed with her ability to get me there without her needing to swallow my shit.
Reaching over, one hand still on her ass, I opened the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
“You don’t have to use one… We can have a baby, or you can pull out,” Bahati stated through her moans.
Bzz Bzz
She was sucking in another spot on my neck as one of the phones vibrated on the nightstand.
Reaching for it, Bahati grabbed my face and tried kissing my lips, but I turned my head so that I could read the message.
She didn’t let the slight rejection fuck up what she had going because she went back to biting and licking on my neck, winding her hips faster on my covered dick.
Solana
Shio. I have uncovered the camera so you could see I am going to bed.
The fifteen-word text message had my body stiffening and my dick deflating.
Bahati grabbed my face again, trying to kiss me, but this time, I let go of her ass and grabbed her wrist, making sure not to apply any pressure.
“What is it, Shio? I thought we were doing this. I can’t kiss you?”
Licking my lips, her essence suffocated me, but not in the way that Solana’s had.
She didn’t look like her. She didn’t feel like her. She didn’t smell like her. She didn’t say my name like her. And I knew for a fact she didn’t taste like her. I hadn’t ever tasted Bahati, but I knew there wasn’t a woman on this earth who tasted like Solana Ledesma.
Bahati tried kissing me again, and I dodged her, one hand still holding the phone and the other still holding her wrist.
“Bahati, chill out.”
She snatched her arm away from me. “Chill out? It’s just a kiss! I can’t kiss you, Shio? And who are you texting?”
Her eyes shot to the phone in my hand, but the screen had already gone black. It didn’t matter. The fifteen words were echoing in my head, and the only thing I wanted to do was swipe to the camera app to see if she had fallen asleep yet.
“Is it Uriah?”
I sighed. “Naw.”
“Well, why can’t I kiss you?”
Chuckling more at this fucking predicament than her question, I asked, “You want to know how her pussy tastes?”
Bahati frowned. “Nigga, what?”
“Unless you want to know how her pussy tastes, keep your lips to yourself, Bahati.”
“You’re unbelievable. You are so fucking unbelievable, Shio! So you can fuck the cokehead bitch, but I can’t get no dick?”
Licking my lips again, I scraped my bottom lip with my top teeth and thrust my hips upward to politely gesture for her to get off of me. “Goodnight, Bahati.”
She snatched herself from my lap, stood, and placed her hand on her hip. “So what am I supposed to do now?”
“Shit, I apologize.” And I did.
I took no pleasure in getting a woman worked up and not putting the fire out of her little pussy. But Solana had entered the fucking chat, and, unfortunately, my ass could not compartmentalize her the way I wanted to.
My eyes were low from the blunts rotating at the gender reveal, so I was peering at Bahati with hooded eyes. My dick was semi-hard, but it wasn’t shit Bahati could do for it.
“It’s a rose in the other room. It ain’t been used before.”
“What room?” she replied with attitude.
“Solana’s. She ain’t gone need it.”
“Fuck you.”
“Good night, baby mama.”
Bahati stormed out of the room, ass jiggling, slamming the door behind her.
I unlocked the phone screen and went back to the text.
Pressing my head into the leather of my headboard, I closed my eyes because seeing her text my name had my dick harder than any of the women who had tried tonight.
Swiping to the camera app, I opened it and found Solana wrapped in the covers and watching TV with the captions on.
She was so fucking pretty that I blinked a few times to break up the thoughts of taking my ass over to Jisei’s townhouse.
Pretty little fucking sinner.
God first
Make sure the family good
Eye them Cuppacio boys, the little and the big ones
Build a relationship with my brother
Get my brother rich
Health and wellness (ALWAYS) (Shake back)
Stay on top of my mob shit
Keep Hobo alive (DOING… Barely)
Get through the meeting with Ines Ledesma
House a random
Find the true reason Solana is here
Figure out if Solana is supposed to be my wife, again
Find a wife that isn’t Solana
Kill every breathing Rodríguez Cartel member (URGENT)
Fuck Bahati up (TBD)
Get my fucking daughter
Get Bahati’s arm fixed
Get to know my daughter (DOING)
Figure out what the fuck I’m going to do with Solana
Leave the mob entirely or marry Bahati or Solana
Get DNA test
Spend time with my daughter (DOING) (ON PAUSE)
Tell my mama about Shya
Keep Solana in real nigga rehab until she clean (TBD)
Get SECOND DNA test
Check on Bahati’s apartment
Don’t fuck Uriah ANYBODY SOLANA
Get to the root of Shya’s constant crying
Get THIRD DNA test or say fuck it
Marry Bahati IF she is innocent
Pay for that cocaine
Decide if Solana can see Shya
Find out what happened to Bahati’s apartment building
Leave Bahati alone