Page 23 of Truth

It was Alix. I’d been calling him all day and then he didn’t show up to the meeting. This disappearing shit with what was going on was pissing me the fuck off. I’d never whupped his ass but fuck that. He wanted me to knock him the fuck out.

“You have a problem sitting your ass down somewhere?”

“Truth, man. I’m good. Germ and Drake scooped me up from Hot Shots. I got caught up and had to make that money. You know how it is. I apologize.”

Hot Shotswas a gaming shop. That’s how Germ and Drake fell on our radar, hanging out with Alix. I thought it was a good look since neither were ever known to fuck off in the streets on dumb shit or hang out with other clubs. They were young, hungry, and had a talent I invested in. Gaming was a hobby for them in their downtime, and I trusted them. It was Alix I wasn’t so sure I could trust.

“You heard what happened since you were nowhere to be found?” I wasn’t a fan of talking about Saint business over the phone, not of this nature. At this point, I couldn’t trust our fucking lines weren’t tapped.

“I did.” He cleared his throat but offered nothing else. However, once the silence got to him as I fought not to say some shit to push him further away, he made a dumb ass offer.

“We could slide tonight, Truth. I’m ready for whatever. It’s in my blood, bro. What’s the play?” That was the problem, he was ready and still no matter how much I tried to steer Alix from getting his hands dirty, he wanted in. I shook my head.

“Naw. We’re still trying to figure this shit out. Besides, I need to rest. Let me holler at Germ.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled.

“What’s up, Truth?”

“Get Alix to your crib and hit my line when you do. He’s upset with me. I get it, but for once, I’m allowing someone else to step in. He trusts you I guess, but I trust you too.”

“You do?” I could hear the smile in this nigga’s voice. I did trust his ass.

“Yeah. You think you can do that?”

“I got you. Alix is family.”

“Shit, we’re family. Saints for life.” He’d shown himself worthy, and even though we hadn’t voted, my vote was the last and final vote. Germ was a motherfucking Saint.

“Tell Merch I love her and I’m sorry I wasn’t…” He sniffled then coughed. “Tell her it won't happen again.”

He was right. It wouldn’t, because the next rounds fired off would be mine. I put that shit on everything I loved.

I rolledover and pretended to be asleep once Truth’s aunt checked in on me. She never asked how or why I landed in the home of her nephew, but I could tell she was pondering on it. Instead, she made small talk as she cleaned up a few scrapes and gave me a steroid shot. If I didn’t watch it, my shoulder would never properly heal.

Once I bathed from the water she ran after I’d freaked out, realizing I’d almost been shot, she knocked on the bedroom door with a few nightgowns in her hands. She had a fresh pack of underwear too, which pissed me off. She didn’t live here, so there had to be spare packs he kept around for his sexcapades. Yeah, I was crashing out about underwear and this man wasn’t even mine. Still, I had an attitude to the point I was close to not wearing anything short of what I came in here with.

After their meeting, which I could hear from outside the window, they had a few rounds of drinks. I could hear the clanking of bottles or glasses. I even heard Germ. He’d sent me a text, telling me he loved me and for me to behave. The nerve of him. I sent one back to feed Shadow. He hearted my response. I knew one damn thing; he better not have turned my cat into dog food. To make matters worse, he came up to see me but when he wouldn’t assist me with escaping, since I’d feel safer sleeping athome, I flipped him off before he walked out like I’d broken his heart. I didn’t. I was just over this Saint Rider life.

I lifted the blanket off of me and grunted. I could barely sleep and it was 2:00 AM. I only had an hour before my trauma clock tapped on my psyche. After tossing and turning, I slipped my nightgown off. It was hot, and my skin was sticky from the humidity. It was the rainy season, and I could smell it in the air.

Some time had passed, and just when I was almost asleep, I heard what sounded like a tap on the door. I waited quietly then after a minute or two, I shrugged it off. The steroid shot probably had me hallucinating. I didn’t trust medication, but once I knew what it was, I chose the dosage. Being a firefighter was also being a first responder. That meant knowing at a moment’s notice, there may be a need and method to offer comfort or resolve distress.

Guiltily, the only comfort I wanted was Truth’s body on top of mine andhis full lips and thick tongue all over and inside of me. I slid my hand down my stomach and underneath the thin fabric of my panties. The feel of my digits delicately stroking the outer lips caused me to push out a puff of air. My God, it felt so good. With a part of my lower lips, my back arched. I could feel my hooded clit emerge. A pinch followed, and I gasped.

“Truth,” I whispered, gliding two fingers on each side of my quickly swollen nub. It was slick to touch as I envisioned his hands exploring the most sensitive and sacred part of my body.

“Oh, shit. Truth.”

As my fingers danced against my mound in a circular motion, my legs splayed further apart. My mouth hung low as my small pants morphed into grunts of release.

“Fuck.” My body lifted as my stomach caved in, small ripples of nerves coming to life. “Truth, please.”

“Please what, Merci?” I stopped and looked around, praying he wasn’t in the room. “I’m listening.”

“What the fuck!” I shot up and damn near fell off the bed, struggling to find the lamp to turn the light on. “No way, bitch. This was a different kind of dream.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to gather myself. I had to be past exhaustion to imagine his voice until I felt the bed dip.

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