Page 77 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
My brothers and I hung tight and let our men go in ahead of us. Within sixty seconds, our shooters on the rooftop had taken out each man on the perimeter, giving us access inside. The crackheads were so high or on the verge of getting there that a lot of them just lay there like zombies when we passed through, while others saw the guns and our attire and scattered like roaches. Mildew, crack smoke, and dust permeated the air when we crept through. One of the guards on the second floor got caught slipping and having one of them base-head hoes suckinghis dick in the hallway. Staten shot a hollow one through both of their heads.
The bass from the music only seemed to amplify the closer we got to the top floor. After we hit the guards on the third level, Brick secured the doors to the apartments where they were cooking the dope. None of these bitches were getting out of here alive. After we handled Chino and his boys, this whole building was going down. Staten stepped out first, giving the two guards on the door to one of the apartments direct head shots that sent them to the ground. My brother was in kill mode, and that shit had my adrenaline going. Blood splattered against the walls as we kicked down door after door, fucking up the party with Chino and his boys. They never even saw us fucking coming. Bitches were screaming, scattering half naked, and catching strays as we let off assault rifles and Swiss cheesed everything in proximity.
“Look at this shit,” Brick’s muffled voice said as he waved his gun at our coke product and pills being packed on the tables and scattered about like fucking party favors.
“Oh, these niggas was having a good time trying to double up on our shit.” I picked up a pack and one after the other started to stuff it in my bag with my guns and ammo. “Get all this shit!” I barked to the rest of our crew.
“Shit! The fuck, man!” Staten yanked Chino out of the apartment across the hall and dragged him over by the neck to the unit where Brick and I were packing dope.
“Get on your knees, you bitch ass nigga!” my brother growled, tossing him like a toy and aiming his gun at his head.
“Look, you don’t know who you fucking with,” Chino whimpered like a bitch, cowering and curling up on the floor.
“One more time. On your knees, or I blow both them bitches off!” Staten barked.
Chino did as he was told, sitting up on his knees with his arms up in surrender.
“I work for Jacob, aight. Whatever you want, he can get you.”
“Bitch ass nigga, you think we give a fuck about what that nigga can do for us? This right here is what we came for!”Pow!The .45 to his head blew his brains from his skull. “Get the rest of this shit. Y’all got sixty seconds before this building is done.”
Me and Brick moved like we was on fire, grabbing the last of the product and sprinting off behind Staten out the door. We reached the ground level and strolled off down the block like nothing had happened as the whole building went up in flames behind us. After we dropped the dope off to a new location, my brothers and I dapped each other up and parted ways. The meeting with the other families would take place tomorrow, and I had a feeling things were going to take a turn. Staten didn’t run things like Justus. A new era reigned as far as the Marek legacy, and muhfuckas were just going to have to get used to it.
Instead of going home to my wife, I changed back into my suit back at the bunker and decided to pull up on Emerald. Posted in her parking lot with a perfect view of her building, I blew on a fat one as the rain slowed down. Shifting in my seat, I exhaled slowly, growing frustrated that I’d been sitting here this long and hadn’t made a move. Jordan called me like five times. I wasn’t ready to deal with her just yet. Tonight’s situation had me re-thinking all this shit. This was wrong. I hated that what I felt for Emerald was what I was supposed to harbor for my own fucking wife, and it didn’t come close. I waited years for Emerald, and now I was supposed to deprive myself of her? How the fuck could I keep faking this shit with Jordan?
Just as those thoughts haunted me, headlights flashed in front of my car. I watched the SUV roll up and park in front ofthe building. Sapphire hopped out the back, and moments later, Emerald emerged with some lanky nigga that got out to open her door for her. He spoke to Sapphire for a minute, and they dapped each other up before he went inside, leaving Emerald alone on the sidewalk with this nigga. Her smile could light up any room, and I didn’t like how she was flashing that shit with that muhfucka. I was still on an adrenaline high from the shit my brothers and I had to do tonight, so I remained on edge watching him reach out and tug on one of her locs.
Picking up my cell from my lap, I scrolled to her number and shot her a text message.
Me: Make sure that’s the last time that nigga touch you.
In the middle of their conversation, she paused and dug her phone out of her purse. She tapped at the screen and froze. Her man said something to her, but she was shook as she lifted her head from the device and peered around anxiously. I assume she told him goodnight abruptly, because she rushed off to the building entry and left homie standing there confused. I decided to finish my blunt, but I wasn’t going to fuck with her tonight. Emerald thought that my words didn’t mean shit. She needed action for reassurance, which I was more than willing to give her.
The constant battle of trying to please everyone was weighing heavily on me, and the only time I felt light was when I was with her. I’d fucked up, and I was petty, but that didn’t stray from the fact that I loved that girl. I knew that with every part of me, there wasn’t a single doubt. It was nowhere near the same with Jordan. She was still someone I would go to war over, and I would protect her as long as the same was reciprocated, but our relationship seemed more obligatory than anything. I was in love with everything about Emerald Crane, and that shit went back further than any dream of having children with Jordan.
Staten
I’d left my cell in the bunker, shut off, but once I got in the car and started toward home, I turned it on to make sure I didn’t have any emergency calls. Before leaving with my brothers, I already let Cambrie know I would be home late, but the missed calls from Nadia threw me off. She didn’t leave a message or text, so I decided I would just get back at her tomorrow. I needed a shower, blunt, and drink. As tense as I was, some pussy wouldn’t hurt. I pulled up on my house and into the garage to park close to eleven p.m. Killing the engine, I climbed out slowly. I had to bypass Cambrie’s bedroom through the rest of the house. Her door was closed, but the minute she heard the door shut behind me, it popped open.
She skimmed me slowly, still cloaked in all black, smelling like gun powder and weed. With a fresh face and her hair falling in loose waves to her shoulders, she brought her soft pink, silk robe tighter around her. Kissing her wasn’t something I planned to do. She was talking, and she was easily one of the prettiest women I’d ever been around. Her smile and that low laugh of hers got me. The way she lit up a room when she walked into it was addictive. I didn’t have anything to say, so I bowed my head and ducked past her.
Once I showered and handled my oral hygiene, I fired up a blunt on the balcony and took in the stars sparkling while inhaling fresh air. I’d wrestled with the decision long enough. If Marcella couldn’t figure it out by tonight’s events, I was sticking around. Eventually, the munchies hit, and after checking in with my brothers to make sure they were good, I decided to go grab something from the kitchen. The faint ocean mist aroma throughout the halls was refreshing. My house felt like a home the last couple of days, with everything in its place for the most part. We finally had some order around here, but it was a work in progress keeping the kids on top of their shit. I didn’t expect to find Cambrie standing at the island when I walked in.
“What are you doing?” I asked, watching her prep multiple containers with mini sandwiches, fruit, and cubes of cheese.
It wasn’t just some regular shit either, she’d cut the sandwiches into different shapes and arranged the fruit neatly, making a whole display out of it.
“Meal prepping,” she answered, sealing one shut and pushing it to the side. “The kids start school in like a day… and I know that school lunch is typically trash. I thought I’d give them the option of something else. I also made a few for you, high protein, of course, with veggies.”
Sliding around the side of the counter beside her, there was barely any space between us, but she continued to work busily like I didn’t just rattle her with my presence. I noticed the slight tremble in her hand and the way her breathing changed. The Dove soap she used toyed with my nose. There was an unsettling ripple through my stomach I was unfamiliar with, and it only seemed to happen when I was around her. She fidgeted with the lid to one of the containers, and I gently placed my hand over the top.
“Cambrie.” When I said her name, her oval-shaped orbs fell on my hand first, before drifting up my tatted arms and looking me in the eye.
“Staten.” The way my name rolled off her lips was like a calling to my dick.
I didn’t want to give her another chance to deny what we obviously both were feeling. The battle of wills between me and the right thing was thin. I was still high off adrenaline and weed, badly in need of a release. Scooping her off the ground, I carried her to the other side of the kitchen and lifted her onto the counterspace in the corner near the stove. She was in this long silk gown that I easily lifted past her meaty ass thighs, parting her legs with my frame as her tongue eased into my mouth in slow strokes.
Tucking a finger under one of the straps of the gown, I gently tugged it down to access one of her supple breasts. Her nipples had pebbled underneath the soft material, and I broke the kiss to take one in my mouth. Chest heaving anxiously, her head hit the cabinet behind her. Still suckling on her like a newborn, I lowered my hands to her thighs, giving them a squeeze before lifting her gown and bringing my thumb to her nub. A broken moan escaped her lips, and I slipped a finger inside her while massaging her love button.
