Chapter 20
A s happy as I was to get home to Blue, I was even happier to finally end Lorenzo.
Insane for him to move around my fuckin’ city like what he did would go unchecked.
I expected nothing less from niggas like him- spoiled and privileged his entire life, thinking rules didn’t apply to him, but he was about to learn.
“You just got home,” Navie whined, noticing me walking toward the couch, fully stressed.
“I need to hit the gym before I start looking like June.”
“You’ll be left for real.”
“Damn, you wouldn’t love me anymore, Blue?”
She nodded, with no hesitation, “You’re fine, and that compensates for your attitude. Without that, I might not like you as much.”
“Now if I put a weight clause in the pre-nup, I’d be a fucked-up nigga.”
She laughed. “Thinking I’d sign a pre-nup is where you went wrong.”
“You didn’t shoot down getting married. We’re making progress. I’ll be back.”
“Hmm, don’t rush,” she complained as I kissed her forehead.
Taking the elevator downstairs, I drove to the old boxing gym on Lennox. Ward was waiting in an old beater for us to make the drive to Madison.
“You sure?” Ward asked.
“Just drive so I can get back to my baby.”
He didn’t bother reminding me that I should’ve let somebody else handle it. I could’ve, but Lorenzo took so much from Blue. This was personal.
Ward drove to the shady hotel an hour outside the city. Lorenzo had plans tonight with Candy, to deliver on all the nasty texts she sent throughout the week. Shit, his wife wasn’t doing at home, only there was no Candy. Just my cousin Tynae toying with this nigga to set up the play.
We’d been sitting in that room for damn near an hour, waiting. The hum of the AC was the only thing keeping my nerves from spilling over. It was a different kind of heat running through me. Rage mostly, but patient enough to wait.
Lorenzo thought he was about to finesse another woman. When the door opened, his eyes widened when he saw me, but it wasn’t fear at first. It was arrogance. The same arrogance that made him think he could put his hands on Navie, then threaten her to keep her mouth shut.
“Name your price,” Lorenzo insisted.
“Money can’t get you out of this one. You wanted my attention. Now you got it bitch!”
I punched Lorenzo, sending him flying to the floor.
“W-wait!” Lorenzo yelled on the ground with his hands up. “I don’t know what Navie told you, but she came to me.”
“Oh yeah?” I struck him in the mouth, garnering a look of confusion.
“She has a history of lying. Why the fuck would I seek her out if I hit her? I’m married. That makes no sense.”
“I didn’t say shit about you hitting her. You did, pussy nigga!”
Lorenzo opened his mouth to lie again, but I punched him so hard his head bounced off the floor.
“Bitch ass nigga! Fight back or you only like hitting women!”
I pummeled his face to images of Navie jumping when I touched her in the slightest. She struggled to believe what I said, despite my actions matching. Most importantly, she apologized for my shit when I erupted because Lorenzo was a bitch.
I forced my fist into his jaw as many times as I could, then replaced it with my gun.
Staring down the barrel of a gun made nigga’s say shit they didn’t mean, like, “I-I’m sorry! Please, we can work this out. My wife is pregnant! Don’t do this! Please.”
“And you’re sneaking off to shady motels to fuck a bitch that doesn’t exist. A man that ain’t loyal to the woman carrying his sorry ass baby isn’t loyal to anyone.”
“You’ve got it wrong-.”
Three bullets cut his sentence short. We’d already done more talking than I intended.
The silence that followed the shot was heavier than the sound itself.
Lorenzo slumped, lifeless, and for a second, I just stood there, chest tight, letting it sink in.
Then Ward’s voice snapped me back to reality, reminding me that standing around meant mistakes.
Together, we moved quickly, methodically, like we’d done before.
It took longer than I liked to cover our tracks and get rid of everything, but better safe than sorry. When I walked in, the penthouse was dark, so I expected Navie to be asleep. She wasn’t, her head shooting up from the couch.
“What you still doing up?”
Navie shrugged, but the smile on her face told me she was waiting on me. Pulling her up from the couch, even in the dark, she didn’t miss a beat.
Navie’s eyes narrowed, “What happened to your hand?”
“Hit the bag too hard,” I lied, snatching it back.
She stood up, unconvinced, and flipped the light switch.
“Let me see it.”
“It’s not that deep, Blue. Just went a little harder than usual,” I explained, walking past her to the freezer and grabbing an ice pack. “I’m tired. Can we go to bed now?”
“I’ll have to cover that hand in makeup tomorrow since you wanted to go all Floyd Mayweather.”
Blue knew I was lying and tried to stay mad, curled in my arms. I didn’t know how she would handle the truth, so I distracted her by turning on Shadows and Motives.
I slept better knowing Lorenzo could never touch Navie again.
It seemed to help her ass too how she curled into my side, snoring all night.
“Good morning,” greeted me in place of my alarm.
A sound I preferred early in the morning. That, along with Blue kissing the base of my throat. Then my neck, followed by my chest. I knew what kind of time Blue was on.
“Morning,” she replied, as I stretched my arms out wide.
“Shit, I need to leave more often.”
“I don’t know if you’ll last ,” she purred, wrapping her hand around my shaft.
A few days away from each other exposed my addiction. Impatient. Irritable, and a singular focus- getting back home for my next hit.
“I love how hard you get for me,” she taunted, while I reached for my phone vibrating next to my damn ear.
Jaleb Langston. Fallon Nichols (2). Milaya Tanner. They can wait .
Dropping my phone, I watched Blue smile at the pre-cum oozing from the tip.
“Let me take care of you, Stink ,” she moaned, then her tongue traced my shaft, her free hand cupping my balls.
There was a dramatic twang to her voice whenever she used the nickname she claimed to hate so much.
“Give me all your stress.”
Blue wasn’t asking, sliding underneath the comforter, humming on my dick, eager to drink me.
“What the fuck!” I yelled at my phone, which was vibrating again.
Can’t even get my dick sucked in peace.
“Yeah,” I groaned, answering.
Navie didn’t let the call deter her from her plans, swallowing me down.
“Where are you? K-Low is causing problems again. What the fuck is his problem?” Fallon asked.
“Ain’t shit wrong with K-Low. Nigga just wanna be something he’s not,” I said.
People were attracted to the control and success that came from being the boss.
Yes, you get all the credit, but they forgot the blame is yours, too.
Along with stressful calls while trying to get head.
Constantly putting out fires and making tough calls.
That was the real shit that made you a boss.
“Where are you?”
“Home,” I grunted, wincing from sensual pulls of Navie’s lips devouring the tip.
“Why are you yelling at me?” Fallon complained.
“My bad. I just can’t believe that nigga. Let me hit you back,” I replied, ending the call before Navie pulled out another trick that had me screaming like a bitch.
“Shit, Blue. You feel so good.” I gripped her hair, thrusting into her mouth again.
Blue stared me in the eyes as my dick hit the back of her throat, reveling in her power.
“I’m supposed to. I’m yours,” she moaned, in that voice that could make me do anything. It was soft, low-pitched, and had a controlled tempo with deliberate phrases that reminded me, “Don’t hold back, I want to feel how much you want me.”
The combination of her head bobbing and spitting on my dick made me prod my hips forward, sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Greedy girl, you want all this dick?” She nodded, multitasking like a pro.
“Give it to me, Tre… all of it.”
I lost the ability to form words. Horrible for a politician, but goddamn my baby was talented and sucking out every ounce of cum. She didn't shy away from milking me dry.
Blue’s independence was a survival practice more than a choice. She was used to making decisions she wasn’t even qualified to make. Being led and loved forced her vocal folds to relax, waiting for my next command.
“Be my good girl and swallow. All of it, Blue.”
And she obliged with no problem—the perfect way to start a long fuckin’ day. First I had a chamber meeting, then more campaign shit, and then find time to check K-Low’s bullshit.
“What did K-Low do this time?” Navie asked.
“I don’t know, but I have to find out.”
“Let me talk to him,” Navie suggested.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because it’s obvious he doesn’t want to hear shit you have to say. He might listen to someone else.”
“I appreciate it, Blue, but I got it.”
“If you had it, your phone wouldn’t be ringing off the hook while I was working .”
Navie scooted to the edge of the bed, springing to her feet for the bathroom.
“What do you suggest, Blue?” I asked joining her in the shower.
“Something tough for you. Lose your ego and stroke his a little.”
“I’m not stroking shit. Fuck K-Low.”
“This is why you need me.”
“I do need you for something else,” I flirted, wishing I could spend my day inside Navie.
“So bullying him into submission is better?”
“I got you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, lucky you. Otherwise, who would save your ass right now? K-Low wants to feel like the boss. Let him. Who gives a fuck as long as you get what you need?”
“You let niggas slide one time and they’ll treat you like a playground.”
“I’m not telling you to bend over for him. Just make him think it’s his idea or mine. This is my wheelhouse.” Blue’s soapy hands caressing my chest are convincing. “Trust me Stink.”
“I’m not dangling you in a nigga’s face to get what I want, especially not with him. You know that.”
“Fine, spend your day stressed out. I don’t care,” Navie shrugged.