Page 84 of Deuce

“We’ll be there after we eat.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, Grams.” He disconnected the call and placed his phone on the table.

“She sounds so sweet.”

“Don’t let that sweet voice fool you. She can raise hell. My granddaddy said he didn’t marry her because she was sweet. She’s always been with the shits. The woman you’re about to meet was the queen to a kingpin. She knows the game inside and out and plays it better than alot of these niggas out here. Retirement has leveled her out, but she will never hesitate to step back into her old ways if she has to.”

That made me swallow hard.

Lord, what am I getting myself into?

After breakfast, Deuce and I hopped in the shower. Shit got a little freaky in there. As soon as we stepped in, he had me up against the wall with his lips on mine. Icouldn’t protest when he lifted me up and slid me down onto that big, pretty dick. He fucked me mercilessly against the tile.

I’d cum twice and just when I thought he was done, that man grabbed the detachable shower head. He turned it to the massage streaming feature and as the water hit my clit, he fucked me slow while staring into my eyes. That shit put me in a trance. Before I knew it, I was cumming and cumming, and cumming some more. I couldn’t make a sound as my body expelled my juices.

All I could do was stare at him with that satisfied smirk on his face. The way he kissed me after that was nothing short of him trying to make me fall in love. We’d dressed in silence and left the house to make the short drive to his grandmother’s.

The Big House was even more beautiful than I’d imagined it would be. It was something straight out of Better Homes and Gardens. My eyes marveled as we walked through. He had to pull me along to get me to the kitchen.

“This is so nice!” I whispered loudly. “We are not in Kansas anymore.”

He chuckled. “You really gotta get outta the hood, baby.”

I stopped, causing him to stop. “I love where I come from, Stanley. I’m not ashamed of that. It’s made me who I am.”

“It’s life beyond that, though.”

“I know that, but this… I wouldn’t know how to live like this.”

“You’re the first person I heard say some shit like that. Most niggas dream of living lavishly.”

I shook my head. “Not me. I wanna be comfortable, but I never wanna have so much money that I find happiness in material shit. Once I stack my paper, I’m getting my own place again, going back to school and I’m starting my business.Thatwill make me happy.”

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. Just as he went to say something, a gorgeous older woman rounded the corner with an apron on. She smiled as she approached us.

“Finally!” she exclaimed. “I thought I was gonna have to come get you.”

“You have no patience, woman.” Deuce pulled her into hug. “Grams, this is Salima Navarro. Salima, this is my grandmother, Rebecca Dillinger.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, extending my hand.

“Deuce never brings women to meet me, so you must be special. Come on over here and give me a hug.”

She opened her arms to me, and I didn’t hesitate to go into them. Just like his mother, her embrace was warm and welcoming. She cupped my face as I pulled away.

“You are such a pretty thing.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

“You know… you look just like your daddy.”

“You… you knew my daddy, too?”

“I did. Fed him from my table for years. He was a hardworking man. I admired the way he chose to be a family man over staying in this lifestyle forever. Sure, the money was good, but peace of mind is the best thing you can have. That boy really loved your mama.”

I swiped at the tears in my eyes. “He did.”

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