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“It’s nothing personal, Unc. You’re a true OG, but we can’t deny the need for fresh blood and innovation. Angel brought in our first billion.”

Johnny lifted his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. And I know how you feel about white and pills. That’s the real reason you want me to step down… isn’t it?”

I nodded as he pulled a blunt from behind his ear. “It is. I’m taking that away, and I need someone in control that can keep the same numbers or better with just weed. I want you on the council, Unc. I need your wisdom and experience. Pops believed I could do this, and I’m going to give it my all, but I want you with me.”

“I got you, nephew. Gio knew what he was doing making you the boss. I will respect his wishes. If you want me on the council, that’s where I will be.”

“Love,” I said as he pulled me in for an embrace.

“Love, and I’ll talk to your crazy ass uncle.”

I nodded as we shared a light laugh and began to rotate the blunt, but I didn’t care if Uncle Pete got with the program or not. If he continued with his disrespect and outbursts, he wouldn’t even get the chance to be on the council. He’d be out altogether. That isn’t what my pops would want, but he wasn’t here anymore to keep his brother on a leash. I wasn’t as gracious as him. If he came at me again, I had no problem putting down a dog.

2:00 AM

Eyela looked ethereal.Under the moonlight, with plants all around, she played her piano. Candles were lit and added a glow that made her look like an angel in her creamy white silk gown. I was so tired when I first got home. My plan was to shower and get straight into bed, but as usual, the sound of her playing led me straight to her. My heart was heavy. Knowing my father’s brothers were disappointed in my choice, even if Uncle Johnnywas going to rock with it, hurt. It made me wish he was here even more. But the more my wife played, the lighter my spirit felt.

I walked over to her and lowered the straps of her gown. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I tilted her head and kissed her. She moaned against my lips. When her fingers stopped moving, I demanded, “Play,” and she did.

While she did, I massaged her breasts and clit. When my fingers entered her pussy, she matched my rhythm as she played. The tune grew faster, darker, and more intense as her orgasm built. By the time she came, her strokes against the keys were harder and heavier. As she panted, I came. That had never happened before. I’d never cum strictly from pleasing someone else.

The hell is this woman doing to me?

Eyela turned on the bench and unbuttoned my slacks. My fingers slipped through her hair as she looked up at me. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but that couldn’t have been right. How could I love her so soon? Instead, I bit down on my bottom lip to keep the words from slipping out.

She looked so beautiful with the flushed, red tint on her face. I loved the fact that, for the rest of our lives, I’d be the only man to please her. To make her look that way.

A low groan escaped me when she took me into her mouth. She took her time tonight, licking and sucking slowly with the perfect amount of saliva and hand twisting. I didn’t want to cum in her mouth because that would be it for me, so when I felt myself nearing my peak, I pulled out and sat her on top of the piano.

Pulling her gown up, I spread her legs and feasted on her pussy. Quiet whimpers seeped from her lips as she held my head and kept me in place. The more we had sex, the more we learned what she liked and didn’t like. She loved to be teased with head. I edged her three times with my mouth before finally allowing herto cum. As I picked her up bridal style to carry her to our room, she rested her head against my shoulder.

“Why are you still up?” I asked, not that I was complaining.

“I can’t sleep until you get home. I was worried about you.”

“Little one…”

“I know you said you’ll always come home to me but still. I can’t really be at peace until you get here.”

“I would text you or call you when I’m out, but I don’t want to disturb your sleep, baby.”

“I don’t care about that. You can text me and let me know you’re still out and about and good. That’ll help me sleep better than not hearing from you at all.”

“Okay. Then if I’m going to be out later than one, I’ll text you every hour until I’m about to come home.”

Eyela brushed her nose against mine then kissed me. “You’ll be too busy to do that but thank you for considering it.”

I chuckled as I put her on the edge of the bed. “If I say I’ma do it, I’ma do it. Now… Get on your knees.”

18

Eyela

It washobby week for me and Karrington. We decided to take the time to indulge in each other’s hobbies. Today, we went shopping for me and were going to the underground casino later this evening for him. Over lunch, we talked about our wants, needs, and offers. Our love languages. It was funny how we’d been winging it up until this point instead of intentionally having this conversation, but it all worked out.

We had the same love languages: quality time and touch. It tickled me when he said, “I figured yours would be gifts.”

“They say your love language is based on what you received or didn’t receive in your childhood. I never wanted for anything financially. Daddy always spoiled me with gifts. I guess that’s why they aren’t that big of a deal to me anymore unless they are sentimental gifts.”

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