Give Me All Of You, page 11
“She said I better call her first thing in the morning, or she’ll have your brother bring her to me.”
“I’ll tell him to go ahead and do the shit, regardless. I got some shit to handle in the morning and I really don’t want you out right now without me.”
“Why did you make us come stay the night if you would not be there?” I asked.
“I didn’t say I would be gone all day, but I have businesses to run, baby. I brought y’all with me so that you could be safe, and I have a peace of mind,” he revealed. Hearing him say that he cared about our safety made my heart melt. Granted, I was never afraid of my surroundings, but Keith never concerned himself with our well-being.
The rest of the ride was silent while we rode to his house. I appreciated it because I was in my head the entire time about the situation Keith had put me in and the proposition Hassan made me to help me out of it. When he pulled into his gate and into the garage, Infiniti started stirring and whining.
“Mommy,” she whined.
I twisted around so she could see me. “I’m right here, bookie.” When she saw my face, she calmed down a little, but she was still fussy.
Hassan parked and rounded the front of the truck to help me out before he went to the back to get Infiniti. He’s been around her a few times, so she wasn’t scared to go to him. While I insisted I could carry her into the house, he ignored me and carried her. When we got inside, he kept walking, so naturally I followed him. He stopped at a door that was across from his.
“She can sleep in here,” he informed.
As I looked around, I saw it was his niece’s room. It was decorated in pink and yellow and fit for a little princess.
“If you need to freshen her up, the bathroom is through that door.” He pointed to the other side of the room. “There’s a monitor over the crib. There’s a portable piece on the nightstand, but I have monitors in my bedroom, the living room, and kitchen. I’ll shower while you get her together and you can go after me.” I looked around and took everything in before responding.
“Okay.”
Kissing my forehead, he trekked out of the room and left me and my baby alone. He was back a few minutes later without bags before he left again. While I freshened her up, I couldn’t help but run back the events of today that led to this. To a marriage proposal. Since there was a shower in here, I went ahead and get it out the way instead of waiting for Hassan to finish.
When I was done with me and Infiniti’s hygiene, I left her asleep and snatched up the monitor. When I walked across to Hassan’s room, he wasn’t in there, so I went downstairs. I found him in the kitchen. When he heard me, his eyes darted in my direction. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of boxers, ball shorts, socks and slides. He didn’t have on his glasses, so his freckles were more prominent.
“You ate?” he asked.
That’s when I remembered I was supposed to cook for him.
“I didn’t. I was supposed to cook for you. I’m sorry, but that sh-”
“No need to apologize, love. I understand.”
I nodded.
“What are you cooking, anyway?” I asked, peeping over his arm.
“Watch out. You know better than to be in somebody’s pots while they’re cooking.”
We both laughed.
“I’m just making sure you’re not trying to kill me,” I smirked.
“You got jokes. But nah. It’s only some leftover lasagna my mama fixed the other day. It’s enough for the both of us.” My stomach immediately growled at the thought.
I watched as he plated our food and went to set it on the table. After grabbing two bottles of water, he pulled my chair out to sit before he sat in his own. Once he blessed the food, we dug in.
“Mmm, this is good.” I complimented.
“I know, right?
We continued to eat in silence until everything was gone. We both had to be starving. I offered to wash the dishes, but he told me he had it. There was nothing left to do because he wouldn’t let me do anything, so I picked up the remote and found something to watch on TV. By the time he joined me, I was good and comfortable. He sat next to me, pulling my feet into his lap.
“What you in here watching?”
“227,” I responded.
“Man, get the fuck out of here,” he laughed. “You really watching that old ass shit?”
“I am. I love old black comedies. They’re my go-to when I don’t feel like watching anything else.” I shrugged.
“You got it.”
He kept massaging my feet in silence. I tried to keep my attention on the TV, but he was making it hard by the way his touch was feeling. I glanced up at him and he was staring at me.
“Thank you.” I blurted.
“For what?”
“For caring enough about my situation to help me. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for doing this.”
He licked his lips as his eyes traveled the length of my frame until he got back to my face. The smirk on his face let me know exactly where his head was.
“I got an idea of how you can start repaying me.”
“And how is that?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Come sit on my face.”
His expression was neutral, but I could see the lust dancing around in his eyes. I watched as he gently removed my feet from his lap and slid down to the floor. With his hand outstretched toward mine, he pulled me up from the couch and had me standing directly in front of him. With no words, he slid my shorts and thong off. After he had them off and set to the side, he nestled his head back on the seat of the couch and assisted me in straddling his face, while my knees rested on his shoulders. The moment his tongue swiped from the crack of my ass to my clit, I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body. When he suctioned my throbbing pearl into his mouth, I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Ummm,” I moaned at the pleasure that he was currently providing.
All you could hear was him slurping and groaning into my pussy along with Lester fussing at Mary for something she had no business doing in the first place.
Slap!
“Oh, shit!” I yelped at the sting he provided with that slap.
“Ride my fucking face and you better not stop,” he demanded.
Doing as I was told; I rode the hell out of his tongue like it was his dick. While I was bouncing and rolling my hips like a professional, he was rubbing his nose against my clit as his middle finger massaged my asshole.
“Baby,” I whined. “I-I’m about to cum.”
He removed his tongue from my tunnel and clamped down on my clit, sucking my soul and senses out right along with my orgasm.
“Ahhh!” I cried out, trying to get up, but he locked me in place, making it impossible for me to move.
“Hassan, please!” I begged, but that only made him go harder.
There was no way in hell I was about to have another orgasm when the first one was still in effect. At least I didn’t think it was possible until Hassan inserted his finger in my ass as my juices sprang loose.
“Oh, fuck!”
I trembled so much I thought I was having a seizure. I felt Hassan slide from under me as I tried to get myself together. My recovery was short-lived because seconds later I felt the thick head of his dick, sliding inside of me like it was molded just for him and him only.
“Ughn,” I moaned, lying my head on the back of the couch.
“Gah damn, baby,” he groaned behind me. “Throw this fat muthafucka back. Fuck.”
The feeling of him massaging my walls all while hitting my spot was sending me into overdrive. I was becoming delirious and at this point; I didn’t care if I passed out.
“Mhmm. Just. Like. That.” he coached, never missing a beat.
“Oh, you about to cum again? Hmm? You going to wet daddy up again?” he taunted. I wish I could respond, but my words were nowhere to be found.
Smack!
“You’on hear me talking to you?” he asked.
I still couldn’t form a sentence. I wanted to know how he expected me to in the first place. I guess he took my silence for disobedience because the next thing I knew; he had his hand gripping my bun as he pounded into me with so much force, you would think he hated me.
“You’on hear me talking to you, Rue? Hmm? You can’t fucking talk now?” he taunted.
“Yes! Oh shit, yes!” I whimpered loudly as I came all over his dick.
“Next time you answer me when I’m talking to you.” he grit.
“Fuck, here it comes, baby. Shit.”
I felt his strokes become jerky, so I knew he was about to cum. The animalistic growl that emitted my ears and the thumping inside of me let me know I was right. When his movements stopped, he pulled out of me, pulling me with him.
“Shit, girl. Come on, let’s finish this upstairs,” he said as he picked me up.
“Finish?” I inquired.
“Yeah. I’m not done with your ass yet. I need to let you know what you can look to forward to being married to a nigga like me.”
He carried me upstairs and did just that. He didn’t let me rest until we heard Infiniti on the monitor whining. I had never been so thankful for my baby in my life. If this was what married like was going to be like, I’m going to need a lot of energy because Hassan seemed to never run out.
∞∞∞
“Bitch, are you going to say something?”
True to his word, Hassan called his brother to bring Journei over to his house, but he was tied up with his baby mama at the time, so she drove herself. I just finished telling her about everything that went down on yesterday and she has yet to say anything.
“Listen. That was a lot, and I’m trying to process it all,” she responded.
“Well, I need you to say something.”
I watched Infiniti play in the playpen that Hassan had over for his niece. I was glad this house was child friendly because I would’ve been locking her in her car seat had it not been.
“First of all, I saw we go down to the hospital where Keith works and beat his ass all the way down to the morgue. I hate the day that nigga’s daddy wasted the nut on his ass. But bitch, Hassan really offered to marry you so that you wouldn’t lose Finny? Bitch, I hope you said hell yeah, because what kind of man does some random shit like that for a woman that he’s only known for a few months. Baby, if you don’t take him up on your offer, I’ll take my baby and raise her. We might let you visit.” she smirked.
“It wouldn’t just be benefiting me. He told me about the stipulation Knasim gave him, so I’d be helping him as well,” I countered.
“Either way, you want have to worry about Keith ever again because your fine ass husband will make sure of it. Ooh, I’m so excited.” She cheered, causing Infiniti to join in.
“Yes, baby. Fuck your daddy!” She danced.
“Don’t tell her that,” I chastised.
“Why not? It’s not like she knows the nigga.” She shrugged.
Shaking my head at my best friend, we continued to talk about the current men in our lives. She filled me in on things with her and Rakeem. They haven’t really talked this week because things were looking bad for Lucretia. She said she understood, but I knew she missed him.
“Maybe he’ll come over with Hassan since he knows you’re here,” I suggested.
“We’ll see. Enough of this sad stuff. You really like Hassan, huh?” I blushed.
“I do, and it’s scary.” I admitted.
“Don’t let that shit, Keith, put you through tarnish your image of all men. Hassan seems to be pretty straight up and from what I can see, he likes you, too. Look at the lengths he’s going to help you. He didn’t have to go to that extent, but he did. Take it for the good that it is and make Keith eat his own shit.”
I laughed at her last statement. It wouldn’t be Journei if she didn’t say some off the wall shit, but she was right. Keith had his own life and apparently another one, yet he was trying to dictate mine. Fuck him. He can kiss my ass. The days of him playing with me are long gone. I was over his bullshit.
Chapter Sixteen
Rakeem
When Haze called me this morning to bring Journei to his house, I couldn’t move around then. I was the only one with Lu since her mother had a doctor’s appointment. When she came back, I met up with my brother at the freight yard to handle some business before I had to go back in. These days, I didn’t stay out long because Lucretia was literally in her last days. Like now, I was at the yard with my brother, but I didn’t plan on being here long. We just had a few last-minute things to handle and then I’ll be taking it back in.
“So, how did you end up with Rue and her baby at your house?” I asked him as we sat in his office.
“I called her after I left from checking in on Ma and Pops. Her tone was off, so I went straight to her, and she told me what her bitch ass baby did. I wanted to go kill that nigga right then, but I knew I couldn’t do that without it leading back to her, so I told her to just pack a bag so they could with me. That way, I could keep a better eye on them.”
I nodded because I knew all too well about wanting to be able to protect the people you care about.
“What do you plan on doing about her situation?” I asked.
“I asked her to marry me,” he blurted.
“You did what?”
“You heard me. I asked her to marry me. I’m supposed to get married anyway, right?” he declared.
“Yeah, but do you really think that’s a good idea? I know I mentioned asking her, but that was before her baby daddy started his bullshit. We don’t need that nigga in the middle of our shit,” I voiced.
“He won’t be. If she marries me, I can help her beat that muthafucka at his own game and she’ll be able to keep her daughter. We can continue business as usual with The RCF and it’s a win-win for everybody,” he explained.
I sat silent for a minute until a smile crept across my face.
“I guess congratulations are in order, then.” I slapped hands with my brother.
“You remember the day I had Journei go to the house with Lu and Peace?”
He nodded.
“Well, when I got back home, Journei had bathed and fed both Peace and Lu. Of course Lu didn’t eat, but she washed her up for me and wash and braided her hair. I wasn’t expecting her to be so content with doing that shit. But you know what was really crazy?”
“What?”
“Lu told me that Journei was the woman to help me love again. She said she saw her n her dreams and that’s why she was comfortable around her,” I confessed.
“Damn, that’s deep. What you think?” he asked.
Before I could respond, I fished my ringing phone out of my pocket. When I looked at it, I saw it was Lu’s sister, Jalissa, calling. My heart rate picked up immediately.
“Wassup, Lissa?” I answered.
Her sobs told me everything I needed to know, so there was nothing to be said.
“I’m on the way.” I got up and didn’t have to say anything to my brother because he was following suit. It felt like I was floating as I got in my truck and speed out of the parking lot. I don’t remember stopping at one traffic light and I don’t even know if I stopped for any stop signs. I just had to get to the house before they took her body away from me.
When I pulled up to the house, Haze was right behind me, along with our parents. I went straight inside and into the guest room, where I found Teresa and Jalissa on either side of Lu, each holding her hand and crying. My feet were stuck. I couldn’t move. Even though I was prepared for this day, who can really be prepared for the death of a loved one? Watching her mother and sister cry over her lifeless body took a toll on me and I snapped.
“Fuuuck!” I punched the wall repeatedly.
“Rock! Bro, chill!” I heard Haze’s voice, but I was in a zone. I was fucking hurt. My heart was shattered and there was no way that I could repair it.
“Daddy!” Hearing my daughter’s cries broke me out of my trance. She was sitting in the chair beside her aunt and had tears running down her face. I’m positive she didn’t realize what was going on, but because of the way I just acted, she was more than likely scared.
“Get yourself together, son. You still have to be strong for your daughter,” my father said.
“I called the nurse,” my mother informed.
“And Knas ’nem on the way to pick her up,” Haze reported.
I couldn’t respond. What was I supposed to say?
I slowly walked over to her bed and Jalissa got up so that I could sit closer to her. Picking my baby up and sitting her in my lap, I grabbed Lu’s hand and kissed it.
“I know you were leaving us, but damn. I needed you to fight a little longer, Lu. What am I supposed to do without you?” I cried. “What is Peace supposed to do without you? She needs you, baby. I need you,” I cried. I didn’t give a fuck what nobody said. You could put the coldest gangster in a room with a bunch of killers and he won’t break a sweat. Put that same gangster in a room where his loved one lies lifeless and watch how fast he’s broken down to his knees.
I don’t know how long I sat there and cried. Peace eventually fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn’t move myself to lay her down.
“Baby, the men from the funeral home are here,” my mother came in to tell me. She took Peace from my arms and carried her upstairs to her room. I was relieved she was still asleep because I didn’t want her to see them carry her mother out covered in a sheet.
I looked up and saw Knasim and Knight walk through the door, along with two other men.
“Wassup, Rock. You have my condolences, brother. I know you already had her services planned out but don’t worry about the bill. We’ll cover it,” Knas stated.
“I can’t let y’all do that,” I protested.
“It’s already done,” he stated.
“Let us know if your or the family need anything. We got you,” Knight offered.
I only nodded because I was too focused on them unhooking Lu’s tubes to say anything. When they were about to lift her and place her on the gurney, I intervened.
