Page 12 of Bound to a Virgo Menace
“My mom started to see this nigga I was not fond of. I kept my mouth closed because she was happy for the most part, and it was her life to live. One night, I came home to the house in a complete mess. There was blood all over the broken glass in the living room.
“Tread and I raced upstairs and discovered her dead body in our bathtub. He beat her, drowned her, and slit her throat. As a result of his actions, I killed him and all his immediate family.” Cache looked away then at me after his confession. “How does what I said make you feel?”
I gulped hard. “Um . . . Well, I’m really sorry your mom passed away so tragically. If she was anything like you, I know she was a good person inside and out. However, your lifestyle is new to me. I try not to judge, but you being a ‘K’ word worries me.”
Cache cleared his throat. “Are you afraid of me, Hevyn?”
“No. I’m only afraid that I might lose you from some kind of hit or retaliation,” I responded quicker than I expected.
Before I knew it, Cache had me off the floor, and my legs were wound tightly around his waist. His expressive brown eyes bore deep into my soul, making my heartbeat pick up.
“Hevyn, I never want you to be afraid of me or for me. I will never hurt you. Yes, I’m in the gangsta and killing business, but I will never bring work home. Outside, I’m Peel. When I’m with you, I’m just Cache.
“I’ll never lie to you unless I absolutely have to. The less you know about my work the better. You are my sweet butterfly, and you don’t need to associate yourself with danger. Am I clear?”
I nodded.
“Good. Hevyn, on top of never lyin’ to you, I’ll never betray your trust. I’m big on loyalty and respect. From this day forward, we are locked in. You are the only woman I want. I’m single with no kids, and I’ve never been married. I’m saving that lifestyle for you. Now I know you don’t feel the same way I do right now, but you can grow to like me and fall in love with me. I’m not rushing it.
“All I need to know is that I have your loyalty and respect. No one will ever come before you. If there is ever a time when you can’t reach me, please know it’s related to work. I’ll never intentionally ignore you. I’ll supply you with a burner phone, that way we’ll always be able to keep in contact.”
Cache released a deep sigh, but he never broke our eye contact. His eyes widened slightly when I leaned forward and kissed his forehead.
“I may be shy, but I’ve always moved with grace and purpose. I’ve waited a long time for someone like you, Cache. I am a loyal and respectful person, so you’ll have me until you no longer want me.”
“I’ll always, always want you only, Hevyn.”
Cache’s lips crashed against mine, throwing me into foreign territory. My body was stiff, but only for seconds. I parted my lips and allowed Cache to explore my mouth. His tongue was warm yet slightly sweet from the syrup. It was a flavor I could getused to. Cache held me tightly around my waist and firmly to his chest.
It had been so long since I’d kissed a man that I almost forgot how to do it. While wearing my grief, I focused on my goals and pushed relationships to the recesses of my mind. Now that Cache barged his way into my life, there was hope after all for me.
Two WeeksLater
The shrill sound of my phone ringing pulled me from the dream I had of Hevyn. That pissed me off, but the sound of that specific ringer alerted me that trouble had surfaced. It was no one other than Tread. I sat up and snatched my phone off my nightstand.
“Speak,” I directed in my deep and sleepy tone.
Tread’s angry voice filled my ears. He was pissed off to the core. Somebody had hit one of our weapon’s warehouses. A lot of shit was taken. Whichever crew it was lost a few men, but one of them survived. That was all I needed to hear. I already knew what Tread wanted. He relayed which spot they were at. It was nothing else to say after that.
We ended our call, and I got dressed. I snatched my black bag from under my bed then left my loft. Minutes later, I was in my truck and close to the warehouse. I bobbed my head to my playlist because it was slaughter time. The captive that waited for me ain’t know what was finna hit him, but he damn sure was about to find out.
I pulled up front and parked. The moment our soldiers spotted my ride, them niggas dropped their blunts fast as hell and resumed their security positions. I climbed out and grabbed my bag. My eyes scanned over them before I strolled by and went inside.
All eyes were on me the moment I stepped in, including Tread’s. His eyes were red and angry. I looked away from him and at the floor where five young niggas lay dead. That was what happened when you played a grown man’s game.
As I eased toward the young nigga tied to the chair, I unsheathed my machete. I tossed the covering on the floor, but I never broke eye contact with him. His eyes widened when he saw my machete. I smirked when his fear appeared. I fed off a nigga’s fear.
Niggas had to learn their lessons one way or the other. This was the second time our warehouse was hit. There wasn’t about to be a third time. Once I was within arm’s length of him, I swung my machete fiercely across his chest, slicing his T-shirt and flesh.
“Argh!” The wannabe thug screamed loudly. That was the sound of sweet revenge.
I grabbed his face roughly. “Shut the fuck up, lil nigga. Yo ass wasn’t cryin’ when you broke in and stole our shit. Now listen up, bitch ass nigga. I’m only goin’ to ask once. Who the fuck sent y’all?”
That nigga was goin’ in and out of consciousness from his wound, but I gave no fucks.
“Wake yo’ ass up.” I slapped him a few times before his eyes focused on me. “Speak, nigga.”
“I-It wa-was the RK Gang that sent us,” he stuttered.
