Page 28 of Truth

“Chucky can’t make you feel the way I make you feel, Gee. I’m allowing him to court you, pretend he’s your fucking man, and this is the exact reason. This shit is my fault.”

“It isn’t!” I sat up then grunted.

My ribs were still tender. My leg was in a brace after they removed the cast. The scratches and scabs on my face, chest, and shoulders were in the healing phase. The doctors said I’d have faint scars. Sahmeer pecked at them when I allowed him to. I hated that I couldn’t completely rid him from my system.

“Is it my baby, Gee? It’s about time though. I’m fucking close to forty.” He laughed, but like Truth and Brick, they didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

“Tell me, Baby Gee.” He kissed my lips and I mushed his fucking face.

I could tell him the truth since I knew, but then he’d only step up because of the baby, not because he wanted a life with me. If he did, he wouldn’t allow Truth to dictate what the fuck we did. I understood why he straddled the fence, but if I was preparedto deal with the aftermath, so should he. He only made matters worse when Charlene became his official girl. She was the front to throw Brick and Truth off, but at some point, he fell for her when I wouldn’t give in to his secret demands. Guilt, I suppose, helped him let me go, but the truth was, he never had, which was why I was full of this nigga’s baby.

“Sahmeer,” I whined as his thick tongue slid up my neck. He sucked my lower lip inside of his mouth and I groaned. “This is wrong.”

Rowdy Red or Harlem would never enter without a knock. Charlie either. Still, this was wrong. He had strays, those rumbler bitches, and Charlene was back. She was also the woman that so called had his heart the night I gave my virginity to him at twenty-one.

“Is it mine? Why you keeping shit from me, Gee?”

He pulled back and pressed his forehead against mine as tears skated down my face. I wanted to be an asshole because he didn’t need to know. As soon as I heard I was pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind I was keeping my baby. The paternity or whatever role the father would play wasn’t a factor.

“Shit, Gee.” He sat up and swiped each cheek. “Even if it ain’t, it is. The fuck Chucky Ducky gon’ do to keep you and our baby safe?”

“You’re delusional.” I scoffed, looking the other way.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it forever. Charlie hadn’t touched me in months. He was always traveling, and when he came to town, he had meetings with the tax collector’s committee. I cleared my throat then slightly looked at him.

“It’s yours… Eight weeks.”

Silence filled the air, but it didn’t stop the huge grin that stretched across his face when I frowned.

“Sahmeer, this changes nothing.”

“Oh, this shit changes everything.”

He pulled the covers back and lifted up my hospital gown. His fingers skated over my stomach where he applied gentle kisses. I felt my body trembling as he celebrated the life growing inside of me until his hand slid between my legs.

“Sahmeer.” My voice cracked, but I didn’t move. “Shit.”

I huffed as he spread my lips and pushed two fingers inside.He looked up. His mouth opened as he coached me through it. I could smell my essence in the air and hear the slickness as he stroked my pussy with his fingers. No one could make me cum like he could—no one. I’d slept with my fair share of them over the years. Many I’d never reveal.

None were a Saint Rider though. I’d never do any disrespectful shit like that. That was a death sentence for a club member if I stooped so low. That shit was permissible for the rumblers. I wasn’t one of them. I was actually Mrs. Sahmeer Brighton, a secret we both agreed to take to the grave. At twenty-five, we flew out to Vegas where we threw caution to the wind. It was after one of his breakups with Charlene. I didn’t believe him when he said he was done, but when I called him out on it, he picked me up and off to Vegas we went.

We returned, and the moment Truth questioned us as to our whereabouts since we both went off the radar at the same time, the man I’d loved damn near most of my adulthood, looked at me and lied. He denied being with me and called it a coincidence. All that talk in Vegas was bullshit, and for the past three years, I gave him my ass to kiss along with pussy when I needed a good fuck.

“That’s it. This damn pussy is so greedy, Gee. My baby did that.”

I hated how my walls convulsed, but the sight of my milky cream over his digits pushed me over the edge. My stomach contracted when I came.

“Hell yeah. Just like daddy likes it.” He pulled out his fingers, smiled, and licked them clean.

“You’re coming to my shit when they let you out. I’ll handle Truth.”

“You’ll do what? See… I knew if I told you about the baby, you’d want to run shit. You had years to run shit, Sahmeer. It’s because of you our asses are still married, or did you forget?”

Anytime I served him, he’d put a gun to the head of the processor. I couldn’t believe how they bitched up and allowed him to bully them. It didn’t matter. I started living my best life, and the moment I saw rumblers all on his dick from the clubhouse to Saint Riderz events, was the day I threw this pussy to other motherfuckers. We’d been reckless over the years, but a baby was now involved.

“Not want to. I am. Rowdy Red’s coming in to pack your shit. I’ll speak with the doctor. That shit with going to Truth’s house is a wrap.” He roughly pecked my lips then turned his lip up when he looked at the table next to me. “Who sent you those?”

I looked over and shrugged. They were flowers that were brought in when I was sleep. The nurses came around all the time with cards and children singing to victims at the burn unit. I never questioned it since the vase was beautiful. The flowers needed to be tossed since they’d died. Hell a few floral arrangements had died but the vase that caught his eyes was the most beautiful one. Fuck what he was talking about. I was keeping it.

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