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What was the craziest part about the story was that he almost got away with it. It was a shootout between the police and Ice, and he killed all of them. Not one was left standing. This man killed over thirty cops that day. He flatlined their ass. Then, two weeks later, he turned himself in. This nigga just walked inside the prison and took a life sentence. Doesn’t make sense, right?
What I couldn’t understand was his connection to my father. I figured I wasn’t looking deep enough, but in reality, I wasn’t looking back far enough. I pulled his birth certificate, and I will be damned! My dad and he shared the same father. That was the reason he didn’t want me to kill Terror. He was family. Even that I wasn’t expecting.
“Then what the fuck do you want?” he asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Why did you turn yourself in?”
“Damn, are you another person here to write a book? Did Marvin’s bitch ass raise a journalist?”
My eyes danced with fire. I didn’t like his tone. I don’t give a fuck if he had never laid eyes on me. I was someone to be respected. My name didn’t ring in the streets like my father’s did. I did that for a reason. I loved my freedom.
“You must have been scared, just like your son. I just wanted to tell you to your face.” I leaned close to him for effect, but he cut me off before I could finish.
“Fuck you! You think this is a fucking movie or something?” he cut me off and sprayed his spit across the table as he spoke. “You came here for answers that you need from your father. And fuck that bitch too. You around here chasing your tail, lil’ nigga. You heard about me, and you came here. I don’t give a fuck about what’s going on outside these walls. But if you value your life, watch ya head when you come for my son. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.” He winked his eye at me and rose from his seat. He returned to the gate and waited for the guard to open it, allowing him to step through. He never spared me another glance.
After a few minutes, I shook off the conversation and headed to my car. Old head put a lot on my mind. It justbothered me that he wouldn’t tell me why he turned himself in, and why my father would be paying him an exorbitant amount of money. He had to either have something on him or a way to kill him with a snap of a finger. Even I had to admit that the nigga that just left this room was cold. None of it made sense, but he was right. As soon as I touched down, I was heading straight to my father.
Chapter 32
Dyami
“No, stop, Marcos! I have to go to work,” I pleaded, lying in his arms in bed. I had about an hour and a half to get there, and I was already getting a late start due to him keeping me up all night. I wasn’t complaining, though. It was exactly what I needed to get my head off the craziness Jay tried to pull. I was happy Chante kept her word and didn’t say anything. I knew I snapped at her, and I owed her too. She was trying to be helpful, so I would make it up to her today.
“Call off and spend the day with me,” he said, nuzzling his beard into my shoulder.
“As good as that sounds you know I can’t. I just got back from leave. Maybe if you actually come home and we do something together, you won’t be trying to keep me up all night.”
“I miss you too, baby,” he responded, holding me tighter, and I felt his erection on my ass. He lifted a hand and smacked my cheek. I found lately his aggressions during sex turned me on way more than I thought they would. He kept telling me it was more he wanted to do with me, but I was barely keeping up as it is. Not even pretending I wanted to get up, I pushed my assagainst him, and that was his cue. He lifted and pulled me under him, gripping my waist to hold me in place. He brushed my hair out of my face and looked at me for a moment.
“You so fucking pretty to me,” he spoke huskily as he prodded at my opening. I didn’t bother to dress after I showered last night, after our second round. He entered me slowly, and the soreness of my walls made it slightly uncomfortable. He buried his head in the crook of my neck.
“I love you, Dyami. You my fucking woman.” He spoke, giving me the shit I loved. I was a sap, no matter how forceful or gentle the sex was, I erupted when he told me his feelings while he was inside of me. It was always intimate, even if it was rough. He would tell me how much he cared, and I could believe him because direct actions followed it up. He never gave me a reason to second-guess him. That was a turn on all within itself. Actually, since we've been together, there was so much I didn’t have to think about. He made sure I never had to worry about the little things. I would get in my car every morning with a full tank of gas and money left in the cup holder for whatever I needed. He made sure I never had to ask or wanted to. That kind of support was making me fall for him deeper than ever before.
I let the feeling that he was giving me take over, and I felt my orgasm start to build. He felt the tension in my body and started digging more aggressively. He lifted my right slightly, and within two minutes, I was raining on him like no tomorrow. Instead of continuing, he pulled out of me quickly.
“What are you doing?” I was irritated as hell. I wanted more. He laughed his normal cocky laugh.
“You're the one who said you gotta go to work. Now yo’ ass mad.”
“Whatever,” I said, smacking my lips and getting out of bed. He was out after me, and when I tried to open the door to the bathroom, he closed it. I turned to face him, and he rested his arms on the door frame over my head as his eyes connected with mine. I dropped my gaze to his still erect dick, and I bit my bottom lip. When I looked into his face again, he was wearing that sexy ass smile.
“Oh, trust me. I want you too. But you're right, you gotta work, and I promised MJ I would spend some time with him today. I got big plans for us tonight, and they don’t just include the way I plan to have you cumming on this dick or in my mouth.” He kissed me deeply and opened the door behind me. “I’m going to get breakfast ready.”
When he tried to move, I caught his waist. With my other free hand, I placed it in my pussy and rocked my head back against the door.
“You playin.” His voice was strained.
“Go make breakfast.” I teased.
“Let me see.” He dropped to his knees and widened my legs.
“I want you so bad, baby. It feels so good, but not as good as you.” I admitted. He was making me crazy about the dick. He stuck his tongue out, and I pushed my pussy forward without shame.
“Daddy!” MJ’s small voice said through the door. Marcos rose to his feet quickly.
“I’m coming out, boy. Give me a second.”
“Okay.” MJ sang, and I heard his little feet scurry away.
