Page 22 of Reckless Forever
“So, you don’t care to ask me how long I’ve been married?” I teased him.
“The fuck you talking about, Shorty?” He questioned as his face came back out of nowhere.
“I’m married,” I doubled down, trying to hold it together at the expression on his face.
Then he scratched his head with a gun, and it took everything in me not to come clean. He just sat in silence, and for the first time, Judah was speechless. Then he got off the bed, and I heard him grab a set of keys.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“I’ll see you by lunch time, baby.” The phone disconnected.
I called him back, laughing in tears. He didn’t answer. I pressed the button to try him again; this time, he answered, and I could hear the beeping from the truck.
“I’m just playing, I’m not married,” I screamed before he could hang up on me again.
He blew out a deep breath, and I could hear the engine silence. Then I heard his truck door slam.
“Don’t play with me like that, Ivy. I ain’t never had feelings for any woman before. So, I don’t even know what I’ll do when they get involved. Don’t fuck around, make us both find out.” He warned. My laughter died out at his seriousness.
“We all gone be surprised around this bitch,” I heard him mumble as he opened the door and slammed it again.
Judah was a special kind of nutcase. It took him a while to get back to his normal jokey self, and when he did, he gave meanother warning. I made a mental note to myself not to joke with him about another man again. In this moment, the tide had shifted. Judah was one of the things that I looked forward to at the end of the day. And in this life, with all the chaos and the madness, this undeniable, silly, and burning attraction was exactly what I needed.
CHAPTER 7
Judah
After last night falling to sleep on the phone with Ivy and waking up to her showering and getting dressed from the waist up for a meeting, I knew that this shit was deeper than I thought it would be. With the distance between us, I didn’t know how to handle the shit at all. I paced the floor of my estate until I heard the doorbell ring, and I walked over to the door and pulled it open. Both of my sisters were standing there, confused, wondering what I had called an emergency meeting for.
“Is everything okay?” Kennedy asked before I could close the door all the way. Her eyes searched my body like she was looking for stab wounds or some shit. She could pretend like she didn’t have a favorite brother, but her hard ass texted me all last night outside of the group chat asking if I was good. Kenn was my nigga, we all were locked in like that.
“Nah, it’s not,” I admitted. I could see them shoot each other looks before I led them into the sitting area of the estate, where they sat down.
Storm’s eyes searched the house, but she didn’t say anything, just waited for me to start talking.
“Aight,” I said as I took a deep breath and prepared for the bullshit that I knew was about to come.
“Hear me out before y’all muhfuckas interrupt me. You know we got stuck in Bolivia for three weeks, right? We stayed at Santos’ house. You know we go to Santos’ house every time we’re in Bolivia, but we don’t stay long. No more than an hour or two. Everybody knows he has the naked girls in there. But this time, there was another girl there. Ivy, his goddaughter. Santos said that she was protected by the Cartel and off-limits, but somehow we ended up being cool. I started going into her room every night. We watched movies and TV and shit. On the last night there, we kissed…”
“You did that even after Santos told you that she was off limits? You're playing with the Cartel, are you trying to die?” Storm asked with eyes wide.
“Rain, we were just chilling. It wasn’t like I was trying to get at her. At first. But even if I was, you of all people already know how I’m coming.” I reminded her. She nodded. She had seen me in action one too many times to doubt me.
“Hold the fuck up, bro. Was Jaxon in Bolivia making love connections, too?” Kennedy snapped with a frown on her face.
As soon as she asked, I had a frown of my own. Thinking about the way that nigga cried the whole time we were stuck.
“Don’t get me started on that sad, sorry ass nigga. We were stuck in the house, rain up to our waist, and that muhfucka kept standing at the glass watching the pool in the backyard like we could leave faster, if he doesn’t get comfortable,” I snapped as they both broke into laughter.
“Let me finish, man. We still talk; we talk every day, all day. I’ve been so occupied that I haven’t even thought about another bitch until yesterday. I called Tay and told her to come fall through and do what she does. Y’all niggas won’t guess what happened. Ivy called me while she was on her knees in front of me, and I couldn’t even go through with it,” I said as I paced the floor.
Storm’s face twisted into a smile that caused me to stop, glaring at her.
“What the hell is so funny to you, Rainstorm?” I asked, wasn’t nothing funny about that lil nigga embarrassing me like that.
“Judah, at this point, she’s your girlfriend. Are you falling in love?” She asked as she slid to the edge of the couch, damn near unable to stay seated.
“What y’all think I got y’all here for? To tell y’all my business bout my shit for fun? Hell, I don’t know.” I shrugged.
