Page 44 of A Toxic Redemption

"Not at all." He pecked my lips softly. My heart dropped at his admission. Somehow, my feelings were hurt. "I'm telling you. I will call you later."

Kissing me once more, I stood in place and watched as Khalil wiped KJ down and made sure he wasn't too sticky. After getting themselves together, they both kissed and hugged me before they were on their way. I heard what he said, and somehow, I think I just unknowingly entered the most toxic situation I've ever been in.

"Aye nigga, get your hands off my girl's hips and shit. I got her!"

I chuckled as I watched Khalil mug and push the instructor out of the way. I wanted to go zip lining, and he made it clear that was a no-go for him. This man wanted to do nothing but sit backlike the angry ass nigga he is and stand guard like somebody wanted my ass. I won't lie and say I'm not enjoying the attention from him because I am.

"Khalil, why won't you let this man help strap me in?" I chuckled as he wore a look of confusion as he tried to tighten the belt and harness around my waist and between my legs. "If I get up here and fall to my death, it's your fault."

He paused his movements and looked at me momentarily. Turning his attention back to the instructor, he waved him over. He looked from me to Khalil before he fully came over to us.

"Yes, sir?"

"Fasten my girl in and make sure she's secure." He stood to full height and mugged the scared white man slightly. "If something happens to her, I'm killing you, your wife, and the fuckin' dog. Watch your hands and shit, too," Khalil warned.

I shook my head and looked on as the man nervously strapped me into the seat. Khalil was playing a dangerous game by intimidating this man when my life was literally in his hands.

"Aight baby. I'm going to be on the other side waiting on you." He kissed me once I was strapped in. "If you die on me, I'ma kill you."

"Nigga, get away from me!" I bellowed as I pushed him off.

Once he was out of the way, I was pushed slightly by the guy and went flying through the air. It was so exhilarating and fun. It was my first time doing this, but it wouldn't be the last.

"That was so fun... Khalil, let him go," I huffed once I reached the other side. He had the poor man in a headlock, and he looked to be fighting for his life. I couldn't get out of the restraints fast enough. "Now!"

"This nigga's aight." He let him go, and you could visibly see the man gasp for air. "Ain't that right, Chuck?"

"Yes, I'm fine." He grabbed his neck and smiled as best he could. "You guys have a good day."

Cheesing like he knew he was right. Khalil threw his arm around my neck and walked me to the other side of the park. We made it to Miami a little after noon, and after checking into our room, this was the first thing I wanted to do. It was obviously a mistake because this nigga was insane.

"Your ass is awful." I giggled as we made our way to one of the food trucks nearby. "This is fun, though, so thank you for bringing me."

"Shit, thank you for coming. I just knew I was going to have to kidnap your ass."

When Khalil left the bakery a couple of days ago, I brushed off what he said and took him as a joke. That was until he showed up at my apartment that night with a packed bag and suggested I do the same. He wanted to take me out of the country, but I told him I didn't need some type of elaborate trip to have a good time. So here we were, three days before the new year, and we were about to have the time of our lives in Miami.

"I mean, you almost had to, but I said, why not?" I thanked him as he passed me my bottled water. We found a food truck with the best-looking burgers I've seen, and I had to have one. "I'm glad I came too," I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I know this is going to be a trip to remember."

Before he could respond, his phone began to vibrate. Pulling it out of his pocket, I glanced and saw that it was Bino calling for what seemed like the hundredth time. He and Jake have been calling nonstop, and Khalil hasn't answered or returned a call once.

"Are you going to just ignore them?" I asked as I bit into my burger. "It could be important."

"It's not." He shrugged and bit into his own. "My traps are straight, and my mama is too. Didn't you say them niggas were going out of town themselves?"

"Yes, but—"

"Aight then." He leaned over and kissed my lips. "They need to enjoy their vacation the same way I plan on enjoying mine. Trust me, it will be plenty of time to talk when we get back home."

Not wanting to change Khalil's mood or the vibe of the trip, I left well enough alone. I just prayed that he and his family could work through their issues because I know how close these boys were. For now, I would leave him alone about it.

"Now come on." He pulled me up from my spot on the bench once we were done with our food. "Come and spend some of your nigga's money."

"Lucky, on God, if you splash me with that muthafuckin' water, I'm going to drown your ass," I warned as he mugged me and stepped on the balcony of our hotel suite. Coming to the beach and not wanting to get wet is crazy, but dealing with Khalil, I expect nothing different. After the sporadic zip-lining, we'd been out shopping all day and decided to come back to the room to relax.

"You're such a party pooper." I rolled my eyes as he took a seat in the chair across from the Jacuzzi I was splashing around in. "Why are you all the way over there, Khalil? Get naked and come here."

With a raised brow, he stood and discarded his ball shorts and boxers as he swaggered his sexy ass in my direction. Although dark outside, his body was a work of art under the moonlit sky. I was in a trance because of the tattoos all over his neck and chest, paired with his third leg that swayed from side to side when he walked. I wanted him inside of me in the worst way.

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