"C'mon, Huey, you really think I'm that stupid?" I asked a throwing my hands up in exasperation, he simply raised his brow and said nothing.
"Nice to see you believe in me..." I mumbled taking a seat in a rather very comfy and expensive looking chair.
"Ohhh no, no, no, no. Out of my chair." He snapped crossing his arms. Figures...
Think I'll milk this a little.
"Aww c'mon, big bro, I'm your guest. Wouldn't be very hospitable a'ya if I ain't get the best seat in da' house...an'I can tell dis is it." I replied smirking and making myself a lil more comfortable. That definitely got a reaction out of him.
"You have 3 seconds to get out of my fucking chair or. I. Snatch. You. Out." He growled looming over me, eyes narrowed into lethal slits, but I refused to let him intimidate me...not 8 anymore and frankly I owed him for all those times he beat my ass and locked me in that damn closet.
"Tsk, tsk. Do you kiss your kids with that potty mouth?" I scolded poking him in the chest, his scowl deepened and I could practically see the steam rolling out of his ears.
"1..." He started, voice low and venomous.
"You know this really is a nice chair...can I buy it off you?"
"2..." This time it was a little bit more forceful and he closed his eyes. Probably trying to focus his "chi" or whatever the hell it is those old samurai warriors and kung-fu masters do to keep calm...don't think it was working very well.
There's that vein again.
"Oh wait...I think I feel some gas coming on...knew I shouldn't of ate that chili cheese dog before coming over." I groaned clutching my stomach in fake pain. Knew that one would would get him and frankly I was just having way to much fun with this to leave him alone...even if it would save my life.
"That's it!" He lunged for me, but I ducked under his arms and dove for the couch laughing my ass off.
"Calm down! I was just kidding, nigga, damn." I exclaimed holding my hands up in surrender. He still held that malicious glare, directed at me, as he snatched the book of the nearby table next to his chair; To Die for the People: The Writing's of Huey P. Newton.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be, Riley?" He asked voice once again cold and emotionless, not once taking his focus off that book.
"Why? You tryna get rid of me all-" Then it dawned on me, I actually did have somewhere else to be...somewhere I should've been a while ago.
Shantel!
"Shit! I gotta go!" I yelled headed right back out the door I came in.
"Riley!-" He hollered, but I had no time to waste. Jumping in the sleek motor car I cruised back down the street careful to make sure whoever the fuck that was wasn't still in the area. Once I knew the coast was clear I took off down the street and got to the highway as fast as I could, good thing it wasn't backed up or else I'd be fucked. Everything was running pretty smoothly.
I just hope she hasn't rearranged my whole damn house by now.
Without Riley here...it's pretty boring.
I sat on the couch, stretched out, flicking through the TV channels and once again...wasn't shit to watch. Snatching the nearest pillow I dug my face into it and screamed until my lungs cracked from the pressure.
Yea...sure that'll help everything.
Sighing I turned off the TV and decided to take a look around. The house was pretty big and cleaner than I'd expect any man's house to be who didn't have some type of maid or housekeeper. The walls were painted not white, but more of a off white, light creamish color, the floor's were polished marble as soon as you walked in, and by the way as soon as you walked in you got a view of the spiral staircase which led to you know...other rooms and such, the living room; which had one big sectional sofa shaped like two L's put together facing the entertainment center complete with wall flat screen TV that had to be over 70", home theatre system, Wii, PS3 and an Xbox 360, patio door; which lead to the pool and mini basketball "court", and off to the farther left you could just vaguely see what was my room and the traditional, but modern kitchen; which had smooth wood floors, granite counter tops, all the cabinets were oak and there had to be about a million of them, the double bowl sink was stainless steal and mounted under the tile surrounding it, also had an electric stove and 3 ovens in total.
How much does he eat?!...and an even better question how much does a house like this even cost? I'd hate to have to get that mortgage payment in the mail.
Making my way upstairs I couldn't help, but think...
Why is he living in this big house alone? Well besides the dogs...he's got money, the charm and definitely the looks so what could it be? Then again not many girls would be able to deal with being put in the middle of gunfights and having to leave behind pretty much...everything.
Oh please, you know why...he doesn't want a girlfriend he wants a fuck buddy.
No...he's not like that...
And what makes you think that? Cause he took you shopping? Cause he cuddled with you while you were weak and vulnerable?
A heavy pounding in my head from that little inner struggle started, causing my temples to ache with irritation. I decided to finish the rest of the tour later and go lay down. Grabbing my phone and my beats I turned on some up I closed my eye And focused on relaxing...
How about my first
Next to your last
Boy I couldn't have done no better
I could dance with you forever
And ever
Baby I don't want to let this go
In your arms is where I feel secure
Oh my heart has never been this sure
Not ever
I opened my eyes to meet the vast beauty of the clear blue ocean which held tints of orange and red from the blazing hot sun setting in front of me. I'd never seen anything so beautiful before in my life. Suddenly, someone came and sat beside me wrapping their arm around my waist causing me to blush, the familiar scent of Axe and spice filled my nose alerting me exactly who it was.
"Sorry, it took so long but you shoulda seen that long ass line. Here." He said handing me a vanilla ice cream cone with...brownie bits? My favorite!
"How'd you know?" I asked, face beaming. He chuckled and shook his head.
"We've been dating for almost 2 years now...I think I'd know my girl's favorite ice cream."
TWO years?!...pretty impressive for Mr. One Night Stand, but then again I wouldn't be dumb enough to let this one go.
"Right...thank you." I bubbled pecking him on the cheek. 'My girl'...the words kept repeating over and over in my head and it was impossible to stop the grin that crept up onto my glowing exterior.
"Anything for you." He responded pulling me closer to him. Sitting there with him felt so...natural...so right. Every part of me was tingling with ecstasy just from that simple contact, my mind was too clouded with bliss to form any type of coherent thought and my heart was racing so fast I thought it would launch itself out of my chest. Finishing the ice cream I finally took a good look at him...he had on these camo cargo shorts, black Converse All Star's and of course no shirt, surprisingly his hair had been taken down and he let it hang loose under a red and black 'Obey' snapback. On anyone else it probably would've just looked ridiculous, but on him it was sexy. Kind of reminded you of Tony Polamalu or Ray Ray from Mindless Behavior...but on a much better looking face. Since he had it braided so long instead of being all bushy and frizzy it went down to just past his shoulders in tight waves and crinkly curls...kind of like mine after I wash it, only his was thicker.
"You know it's rude to stare...and you got a lil somethin'...," Heat rose up to my cheeks once again as a look of confusion crossed my face, "I got it." He leaned forward and the closer he got my whole body froze up. My insides were screaming at this point and I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me, I closed my eyes anticipating his lips on mine, but instead what I got was his tongue gently gliding across the corner of my mouth. The tantalizing gesture sent my nerves into a frenzy as my knees went weak and my whole face flared up.
"Mmmm delicious...," He moaned into the crook of my neck, "almost as good as-" Before he could finish that provocative sentence I snatched his hat off of his head and darted towards the open waters. The light caress of the cool air gliding across my exposed skin was pleasantly refreshing.
"C'mon, now why you gotta be like that?!" He called after me. I made no move to stop and continued to run out as far into the water as I could get, which wasn't very far when his hands snaked out to hook onto my waist lifting me up and over his shoulder.
"Ahh! Riley, put me down!" I squealed pounding onto his back even though I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me tighter.
"Nope...say sorry." He chided spinning me around in circles causing a deep stir in my stomach.
"Never! And if I throw up on your ass it's your fault." I retorted lifting myself up, he stopped spinning as a loud SMACK rang through the cool night air. Didn't take that long to comprehend what just happened since at that same instant a raging fire broke out on my left cheek.
"Ow! Riley, what the fuck?!" I growled rubbing my sore ass, "Put. Me. Down!" I barked squirming in his hold.
"Aiight."
Oh hell no...I know he is not about to...ahh shit.
"Riley!-" It was too late. He flung me off of his back and sent me flying into the chilled waters. Well, at least it helped stop the stinging in my ass...a lil bit.
"Sorry, bae, but bad girls need to be punished...and taking my hat was a bad move." He coaxed with his trademark smirk. I narrowed my eyes at him and fixed my lips to curse his ass out when the wind was extracted out of my lungs as he hoisted me up; his hands holding me up by my ass as my legs automatically entwined themselves around his waist. I could never stay mad at him...no matter how hard I tried he'd always pull some slick, mushy shit and I'm putty in his hands just that quick...and I couldn't stand it. Throwing his hat on my head I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked us back toward the shore and tugged back on his hair. He winced in pain slightly and pouted.
"That wasn't very nice." He whined gently laying me back down onto the heated sand.
"Have I ever told you your an asshole?" I asked, voice sickly sweet, with a small smile.
"All the time." He muttered planting butterfly kisses down my throat and across my chest.
"Don't think this changes anything." I breathed out as he brought his attention back to my neck kissing and nibbling on the sensitive skin. A moan escaped my lips as the tender stinging gradually escalated into sweet throbbing.
"I know something that will..." His lips crashed down on mine before I had the chance to question and it was...amazing. The hands of time stopped as our lips moved together as one. His lips were so soft and urgent on mine, trying to express all that he felt for me. We were floating on cloud 9 as everything else vanished, it was just me and him. My mind was blinded by the massive euphoria I was being pulled in to as my hands instinctively tangled themselves in his hair and his trailed down to my butt lifting my hips up grinding our sweet spots together, I could feel he was getting excited by the growing bulge begging to be released in his shorts and he was mine...all mine.
Finally.
His tongue traced my bottom lip begging for entrance which I gladly provided him. They desperately fought for dominance as the kiss turned from slow and sensual to hot and needy. His lips smiled against mine, then he pulled away from the kiss. I pouted in frustation making him chuckle, gazing into his beautiful dark brown eyes and all the lust, happiness, awe and love they held. He opened his mouth to mutter the simple 3 words I'd been waiting to hear for forever,
"Shantel," He begun lightly caressing my cheek with his thumb, " I lo-"
BANG! BANG!
Unanticipatedly he collapsed on top of me. My breathing became labored as something thick, warm and moist seeped onto my stomach, the metallic odor filling the air.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. RILEY!" I panicked sitting up and carefully maneuvering myself so his head was resting on my lap. My vision became blurry as I assessed his wounds; one bullet lodged in his chest and the other in his stomach.
"You're gonna be ok. Riley, c'mon look at me! Open your eyes." His lids started to droop as the pool of blood around us started to expand, I whimpered at the sight of him coughing up blood. The man that I loved was now dying in my arms and I couldn't do anything about it.
This is all my fault...if I would've just left him alone and ran when I had the chance this wouldn't of happened.
"You really thought you could escape from me?" I started to hyperventilate as the low, emotionless, agonizing voice registered in my mind.
No...no it can't be. How could he have found me?
"How long did you think you would be able to keep this up? This pathetic "love affair"...what did you think you two would just go on a romantic getaway and live happily ever after?" He asked voice nauseatingly calm as he bent down to my level grazing my cheek with his hand and trailing it down to my chest. My body stiffened at his touch and I nearly gagged as his smell of musk and cigar raped my nose. Suddenly his fingers snagged on to my hair strenuously jerking my head back to meet his hard black eyes.
"Well at least now you two can spend the rest of your lives together...in hell," He growled pressing the barrel of his M1911 pistol into my temple, "that's too bad...you were so beautiful."
BANG!
"Riley!" I cried jolting forward in a cold sweat, face damp with tears, trying to control my frantic breathing.
"Riley, ain't here." A cold female voice replied.
Female?!
Turning my attention toward the doorway I was met with these icy blue eyes filled with resentment, disgust, anger and...jealousy?
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded glaring at the foreigner causing her to narrow her chilled orbs in response.
"That shit ain't important. What's important is dat you have overstayed yo' welcome." She growled crossing her arms, I raised a brow.
"Is it an issue that I'm welcome here...or that you aren't?" I retorted mimicking her actions.
"You kno' what bitch I have had enough of yo' stuck up wanna-be Kim Kardashian lookin' ass. I jus' came here ta' warn you...you think you got a chance wit' Reezy? You ain't nothing more than a fuck for the road like all the other hoes and if I have any reason to think that you're getting a little too comfortable...I'll turn yo' ass in'ta Sage faster than you can drop to'ya knees, got dat mutt'?" She snarled practically murdering with the daggers in her eyes.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out...might knock you back into the right ethnicity, white girl." I spat back picking my Beats back up and placing them back on my head. I was about to turn my music on when they were snatched off my head and flung them halfway across the room into the nearest wall.
"What the fuck is your problem, you psycho bitch?!" I roared shooting daggers right back at her.
Ok, now I'm officially pissed. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? And how the hell did she even get in here?
She stood right in front of me arms still crossed and still staring at me with so much hate if looks could kill I'd be 18 feet under, then she held up a finger, "One phone call...that's all it takes." Without another word she walked out and thankfully didn't come back. As soon as the sound of the front door closing echoed throughout the house I ran to the door and immediately locked it, checking the patio door as well.
How the fuck did she get in here? Is she his girlfriend or something? I hope not cause he can do so much better...not that she's not pretty but the bitch needs a gender reassurance walking around in sweatpants and a wife beater. I know one thing...if she could get in so easily...then so could someone else and who's to say she hasn't tricked on me already?
With a final decision I grabbed a suitcase, I was now very thankful I bought, and started packing.
I opened my door to reveal 3 suitcases stocked up at the front door and a few bags I recognized as the same ones from Shantel's little shopping trip yesterday.
"Uhmm, Shantel?" I called locking the door behind me. She emerged seconds later bringing more bags from her room and chucking them at my feet, before she could head back to her room I grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" I asked raising a brow. This was new...even for her.
Does she really want to leave?
"It's about time I go...and you really need to get a better taste in friends." She snapped snatching her arm from my grasp, eyes narrowed in anger.
"What are you talking about?" I asked now clearly confused...and a little irritated.
"Some chick came by earlier today and basically told me to leave or else she'd rat me out to Sage." Clenching my jaw I tried to control my breathing as my mind kept screaming at me to go over there and choke the shit out of her. Luckily, we have history or else nothing would be stopping me from going over there and putting a bullet between her eyes...just like any other job.
I know she bet not be talking about who the fuck I think she talkin about.
"What did she look like?"I asked even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
"White...blonde hair, blue eyes, tomboyish...bitch."
Yea, that's Cindy alright.
"Look I'll take care of that...but you're really gonna run cause of some lil threat?" I chided causing her to blue eyes to darken a few shades as she gritted her teeth together.
"Fuck that. I'm leaving because if she got in here so easily it's only a matter of time until someone else, man enough to go through with their motive of putting a bullet in my head, does the same or worse...take me back to D-Mac." Her voice cracked and I could see the fear in her eyes, before I could respond she darted back toward her room, got a little distance until I had her by the waist.
It's dirty...but I was never one to play fair.
"Look. Stop, stop, stop...stop," She was steady squirming and writhing in my hold only obligating me to embrace her tighter, "she only got in here cause I've known her for a while and she has a key to the house. No one else is getting in here." I spoke slow so she could really hear what I was saying. Her eyes started to glaze over in tears and once again there was that tug in my heart.
"Why am I here, huh? You don't owe me anything...you sparred my life and I thank you for that, but why are you even putting yourself through this for me? Your ignorance blinds you and last time I checked we weren't childhood buddies or anything so what is it?" She choked refusing to meet my eyes.
Where the hell is this coming from?
"I told you I would protect you-"
"WHY?!" She shouted cutting me off, ripping away from me. I drew back a little, surprised, at her sudden outburst. "You don't know a damn thing about me and yet here you are harboring the girl of your boss' worst enemy...and for what? WHAT?!" I'd never seen her like this before...her eyes were just as dark as when I first met her and she had a gun aimed at my dick, but her face was contorted into nothing but angst and spite as she spat each word at me. I opened my mouth to respond when she cut me off again, "You think I'm gonna sleep with you because you're helping me?! Is that what this is? An eye for a fuck?"
"Shut up!" I barked through clenched teeth. She was really starting to get on my nerves with this shit. If there's one thing I hate more than people trying to control me it's people putting words in my mouth and she for one had no clue what the fuck she was talking about. I had a feeling this was all coming from Cindy and that only fueled my rage, "You have no idea."
"Then explain it to me," She snapped crossing her arms, "actually...know what you don't need to, your little girlfriend told me enough." She turned to walk away and I had her by the wrist again, she reacted by using her free hand to beat me in my chest which actually hurt a little bit.
Girl was stronger than she looked.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." She wailed still pounding on my chest, I stood still waiting for her to get it all out, but she just kept going and going like she was running on batteries.
I really hope this ain't what she's like when she on her period cause I ain't dealing wit that shit.
Finally getting tired of being her personal punching bag I grabbed her other arm in a vice grip and shook her hoping to open the blockage in her brain so she could start thinking clearly and stop acting like...well Cindy.
"For once can you just shut the fuck up and LISTEN TO ME," I roared inches from her face, she flinched from my tone and finally shut her mouth thank God, "you're here because...I want you to be here...with me." I confessed softening my voice, she relaxed herself as she processed my words.
"Why?" She whispered once again repeating the same question from earlier, a single tear fell from her eye as her voice cracked in self-pity. I knew what she wanted me to say, but...I just couldn't say it. Every girl I'd been with before was either a hoe, a gold digger or just completely shallow...I'd never been with a girl like her before. She had substance; cared about more than herself, had the looks without the fucked up personality, independent, I find myself smiling just looking at her without her being on her knees and I could tell she probably had some "tricks" up her sleeve. I didn't know how to say it...something Huey and I shared-well used to share since Jazmine's got him whipped like a motherfucker. Here I am with this amazing woman that drives me crazy, wJo I'm willing to risk my life for-hell who I'm already risking my life for, but I can't tell her what it is I'm feeling...mostly because I don't know just exactly what that is. Wouldn't even know where to start if I did know.
"I-uhh..."
Love hunt me down
I can't stand to be so dead behind the eyes
And feed me spark me up
A creature in my blood stream chews me up
So I can feel something
Thankfully her phone went off and I released her. Part of me longed to have her in my arms again while the other was screaming at me to just let her go before she got me in a hole I wouldn't be able to dig myself out of. The sound of her phone hitting the floor sparked me out of my thoughts and I swiveled around to see her falling to the floor. Intuitively I sprang forward catching her in my arms before she could hit the marble tile.
"Shantel, what is it? What's wrong?" I asked frantically, hoping that it had absolutely nothing to do with our current situation. Her body started to shake as she clutched on to me with dear life soaking my shirt with tears, stabbing my heart with each sob. One of those gut wrenching cries full of agony and despair that didn't allow for a sound to be heard.
"My-my mother-just...she's dead."
DRAMA BOOOMMB! Awww Riley and Shantel had their first fight...and I brought a surprise for ya this chapter. Yep that's right, CINDY'S BACK BITCHES! I gotta say it took me a while to write this one and figure out how to add Cindy and a lot more feeling into this one like Chapter 5 and I hope I succeeded. And how about Shantel's dream, huh? Poor her...well that's all for today and now it's time for questions:
-Will Cindy really rat on Shantel?
-Is Riley and Cindy's friendship over for good?
-Will Shantel leave to save Riley's life?
-Why does Cindy have a key to Riley's house?
-Will Riley ever admit his feelings for Shantel to her or himself?
-Are Sage and Cindy working together?
Songs Featured in This Chapter (in order)
Like I Love You by Melanie Fiona
Touch by Daughter (courtesy of Teen Wolf :3. That. Show. Is. The. Shit.)
Until next time...
~xXBrokenThoughtsXx
