Fictitious Love 2 Page 5

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  “You like this, dad?” Juanie asked as he held up a necklace.

  “It’s girly as hell,” I laughed.

  “I would hope so. It’s not for me anyways,” Juanie laughed with me.

  “Who you trying to buy that for?”

  “Mom,” he shrugged.

  I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. My son was such a mama’s boy, but I couldn’t say anything because I was the same way. I guess that’s what happened when your pops really wasn’t around when you’re growing up and your mama was the only one you have.

  “You think she would like it?” he asked.

  “Yea; pick your grandma something out, too. Both of them.”

  Ever since we walked in this damn jewelry store, the sales lady had been eyeing me and I peeped her ass out, too. She was a little cutie with mocha skin and hazel eyes. She was too busy hiding behind the counter so I couldn’t see what she was working with.

  “He’s so handsome.” She smiled as she glanced in Juanie’s direction.

  “Thanks, he gets it from his dad.” I smirked.

  “Clearly,” she said.

  This bitch was eyeing me like I was the last piece of steak on the earth. She walked from behind the counter and came to where I was standing and I was impressed. I could see her ass poking in the black dress pants she had on.

  “I’m a grown ass man, I’m far from handsome. I would say I was grown and sexy,” I told her as I twirled one of her curls around my finger.

  “Sooo, Mr.…”

  “Omega.”

  “Omega,” she said. “What can I do for you today?” she asked.

  “My son’s picking something out for his mom and grandmas, get him whatever he wants. But me? I’ll just take your name and number,” I told her, straight up.

  She nodded her head with a smile and reached for one of her cards. Before she could take it out of the cardholder, I stopped her.

  “Before you do that, I need to make a couple of things clear. I’ve never been the type to beat around the bush so I’m going to keep it real with you; I’m not trying to be your man. I just want somebody to chill with from time to time, get my dick wet every now and then and somebody who won’t get too emotional attached. If you don’t agree to the terms and conditions, it ain’t no point in you even handing me that card,” I told her.

  My ass wasn’t out here looking for love. I was having female drama and wasn’t even in a relationship. All I needed was something to take my mind of Hani and her bullshit. If little mama couldn’t get with that, it would be nothing for me to move on to the next.

  Just like I knew her ass would, she agreed to my terms and conditions. After Juanie picked out the most damn expensive bracelets and necklaces he could find for the ladies in his life, we were on our way to enjoy the rest of our father-son day.

  13: Alpha

  I sat back on the bed with smoke-filled lungs as I watched Dominique stomp around the bedroom with an obvious attitude. Just like I had been doing for years, I just ignored her. She always got like this when things couldn’t go her way; I don’t know how many times I would have to tell her that she couldn’t always get her way.

  “I don’t know why your black ass is still here,” she mumbled but I still heard her.

  “Because I pay all the bills around this bitch, that’s why I’m still here. You better chill out of that attitude, Nique, and I’m not playing with you,” I warned her.

  “If I do recall, your ass only have three kids, DeMoni Junior, DeJuan and Keylin. Not nan one is named Dominique so watch who the fuck you’re talking to. Why don’t you just do what you do best and just leave?” she fussed.

  “Leave? If memory serves me right, you kicked me out. Come on, Dominique, let’s not play this game today, okay? It’s old and played out.”

  We had been having the same argument for years and I was tired of it. She always was hollering about the fact that I left when she knew good and damn well it wasn't by choice. She didn't want me here, so why was I going to stay?

  “Yea, but you didn't put up too much of a fight for us, though, did you? I told you to leave and you did with no hesitation so that just let me know you didn't want to be here anyways,” she said calmly.

  “Dominique, gone with all that. I wasn't going to force you to be with me if you didn't want me! If I didn’t want my family, do you think I would have been paying all the bills around here all these years? You never had to work a day in your life but you chose to do so. I've always been here, as much as you would allow me to. I never neglected my sons. I—”

  “You neglected me,” she cut me off.

  “What?” I asked her, confused.

  “Nothing, DeMoni, Senior. When I get off work, I want you out of my house. Tell your wife I said hi,” Dominique sneered.

  Before she could make it out the bedroom door, I swooped her up in my arms. She tried to fight me off but I just held her tightly. I hated the fact that she couldn't stand to be in the same room with me, or the fact we couldn't even have a decent conversation with each other. Dominique and my history goes back to when we were little kids in the projects.

  We grew up in Liberty City together and had been through literally everything you could think of. I was her first love and she was mine, she was with me before and during all the hood fame but I guess it started to get to be too much for her because she kicked my ass to the curb. Now, here we are in our early forties, fighting and arguing like we did when we were sixteen and seventeen years old.

  “Get off of me, Alpha. I'm not about to be late for work because of you,” she fussed as she tried to get out of my arms.

  The more she moved, the tighter my grip got. Dominique is a petite woman so just imagine how she looked compared to my 6’3 frame. She had cocked her head to the side, which was a mistake on her part because I lightly sunk my teeth into her exposed flesh.

  “DeMoni Marcel Hooks, Senior, stop playing with me right now,” she said as she kicked me in my nuts.

  “Oh shit!” I yelled at the same time she let out a scream.

  “You bit me, bitch!” Dominique yelled as she tried to swing on me.

  Grabbing her by both her wrists, I noticed I had broken her skin with my teeth. I was about to apologize until the throbbing in my dick reminded me of what happened.

  “You shouldn't have kicked me then I wouldn't have bit down.” I shrugged.

  “Move, Alpha, I'm going to be late,” she said.

  “Sit down, Dominique. I called your job and told them you wasn't going to make it today,” I told her.

  She looked at me like she wanted to go toe-to-toe with my ass. Knowing how she could be, I had to get ready for her ass.

  “Why would you do that?” she asked.

  “Because we need to talk.”

  “Kiss my ass and go talk to your wife.” She rolled her eyes as she tried to walk around me.

  “Sit the fuck down, now!” I yelled.

  Just like I thought she would, her ass walked back over to the bed and sat on it. I didn't care if she had an attitude while she did it or not.

  “I came by to talk to your stubborn ass about this shit with Hani. Cuba told me that she's been getting private phone calls lately but she won't answer them. I'm willing to bet all my money it's that nigga Tristan that's calling her,” I explained.

  “How you know it's not Kelvin?”

  “I don't know, but I just have a feeling. He's been quiet for too long so I know his snake ass is somewhere plotting. Omega is out for his blood like a damn vampire but I was able to deter him a little by reminding him about his son. I'm not sure how long it's going to last, though. I'm thinking about going to see Kelvin myself,” I told her.

  “No, you're not. What sense does that make, Alpha? This nigga had been wanting you dead for years but since he can't touch you, he moved on to the next best thing, our son,” Dominique protested.

  “Nique, Kelvin may be a lot of things, but a real nigga ain't one of them. Tha
t nigga was a cop. if he really wanted me dead, he could have made it happen. He's not a killer; why do you think he's using Tristan as a pawn to kill Mega? I'm going to go holla at his ass myself. Man-to-man,” I told her.

  Dominique opened her mouth like she was about to say something but she decided against it. She looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes and I just smirked. No matter how much she tried to act like she hated my ass, I knew she still loved and cared about a nigga.

  “I know you care about a nigga but I’ll be good,” I told her.

  “DeMoni, please. I’m not worried about you. That’s your wife’s job. I’m worried about my son.” She rolled her eyes.

  I just sighed in frustration. There was no winning with this woman.

  “That’s why your ass is so bitter, because I chose to marry a woman who actually wanted me?” I asked.

  “I’m far from bitter, honey. I’m just trying to figure out how I held you down for years and all I got out of the situation was a broken heart and three kids. Yet, you get with her for six months and she got the wedding I always dreamed of,” she chuckled.

  I didn’t say anything as I stood there and watched the tears well up in her eyes. This was the side of herself that Dominique hated to show. She felt like she always had to be so strong and hard all the time, forgetting that she was sensitive as hell.

  “I was scared as hell. I thought that you were going to get killed or locked up, and I knew that my heart wouldn’t be able to handle either one of them. Then that situation with Kelvin and the rape, I wanted to be mad at you so I thought pushing you away would make the pain of whatever was to come be easier to deal with. You just said to hell with me though, Alpha. I wanted you to fight for me but you didn’t. You said to hell with me. Yea, you did what you did, but it was for the kids; it was never for me so don’t try to sit here in my face and act like I don’t have the right to have twenty years’ worth of anger bottled up,” she huffed before getting off the bed and stomping out of the room.

  I just sat there rubbing the back of my neck because I didn’t know what else to say. I had to worry about my son his safety and keeping his black ass from going back to prison. I would have to worry about my crazy ass baby mama and her emotions later.

  14: Tristan

  I had been laying low in LA for a while now and I was ready to make my presence known back in Florida. I had been blowing Tahani’s phone up like crazy but her ass been dodging a nigga’s calls. I had given her plenty of time to get over and forgive me for what I had done.

  She knew how I got sometimes; she always forgave me and took me back, so I knew this time would be no different. In addition to me missing her, her pops had been trying to get in contact with me. We still had some unfinished business concerning Omega’s bitch ass and I wanted to know why the nigga was still breathing. His ass should have been dead seven years ago as far as I was concerned.

  Pulling up on the dark road, I parked behind Kelvin’s truck. This nigga wanted to meet with me but there was so way in hell I was bringing his crooked ass to where I laid my head. Opening the passenger side door, I was hit with the strong aroma of the cigar he was smoking before I slid my body into the seat.

  “Long time no see,” he said.

  I just remained quiet. I didn't have time for the pleasantries.

  “It's time for you to come back. We gave them time to cool off so they probably won't even be expecting us to hit them,” he spoke again.

  “Who is ‘they’ and ‘them’? The only muthafucka I got beef with is Omega, and that is personal. Anybody else you got a problem with, you take care of.”

  This nigga was on some bullshit. I knew when he first stepped to my ass about this plan to take Omega down that it was flawed and I should have handled things my way. His soft as cotton ass didn't know the first thing about killing no damn body. Setting somebody up, maybe; but killing just didn't seem to be his forte.

  This nigga laughed like I had just told the joke of the year.

  “Little nigga, I know you don’t know because the moment you put your hands on my daughter, you knew you fucked up and ran your little punk ass here as fast as the wind carried your ass. So let me tell you something. Alpha, Omega’s father, is around and I promise he’s not going to let anything happen to his son. So in order to get to Omega, you have to get rid of Alpha first. Now, like the fuck I said, they won’t know what the fuck hit them.” Kelvin sneered before taking a puff of his cigar.

  “Maybe you didn’t hear me, so I’ll say it again. The only one I’m worried about is Omega. I don’t have shit to do with some petty beef you had with a nigga before I was even in my dad’s nut sack. Don’t think Tahani didn’t tell me about that shit. You want Alpha taken care of, you handle him.”

  With that being said, I got out of the truck. That old bastard had me fucked up. As of now, I was no longer playing by Kelvin’s rules. I was officially devising my own plan to take Omega down. I was going to make my way back down to Miami, butter my way back up to Tahani because I knew I had some major ass kissing to do.

  I needed her back on my side for what I had planned. I should tie that nigga to a chair and make him watch while I fuck the shit out of her. I would love to see the look on his face before I kill his ass.

  15: Moni

  “Moni, I can’t,” Tahti whined.

  “Just one more, Tahti. Come on,” I moaned as I pumped in and out of her.

  “I can’t, I’m tired,” she said before she collapsed face down on the bed.

  Placing my arm around her round belly, I lifted it up so she wasn’t smothering my son as I licked and kissed down her spine. Her ass wanted to wake me up by kissing and sucking on my neck and now she was trying to tap out on my ass.

  “Ooooh sh—shhhit,” she said weakly as she released her sixth nut of the morning.

  I was right behind her with my fourth one. “Fuuuuuck!” I yelled.

  I laid her on her side as I slowly pulled out of her. I glanced down at my dick that was now completely white. Tahti turned her head and looked at me through hooded eyes.

  “What the hell did you take?” she asked like she had zero energy.

  “What you mean?” I asked as I got off the bed.

  “You high? You ain’t never fucked me like that. Let me find out, DeMoni.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I said as I slapped her on the ass and pulled her up.

  “Noo, I’m sleepy,” she whined.

  “I wore that ass out, huh?” I laughed as I walked her to the bathroom.

  After we hit the shower, I let Tahti go back to sleep while I ran out to get us something to eat. Fucking around with her freaky ass, we had fucked our way through breakfast so it was officially lunch time.

  A nigga was in a good mood because for the past few weeks our relationship had been going great. It felt like it did when we first got together. All a nigga wanted to do was chill in the house and lay up under her and my son.

  For some reason, I had this nagging feeling that something was about to happen and it wasn’t going to be good. I didn’t know what it was or when it was coming but all I knew was I did not need the bullshit right now. Everything had been going good for me and I didn’t need anything coming to fuck that up.

  “Yooo!” I yelled as I walked through the front door.

  “I’m up, stop yelling,” Tahtiana yawned as she walked down the stairs.

  “I thought I was going to have to come up there and wake you up.”

  “You probably would have if Hani wouldn’t have called me,” she said as she went straight for the food.

  “What she talking about?”

  “She wanna do a shopping trip so we can buy the baby something and just kick it. I told her I was down. I been meaning to get up with her anyways. I don’t want her thinking I’m still mad at her,” Tahti said before throwing some fish in her mouth.

  “That’s what’s up, I been trying to get Mega to go check on her and shit but he ain’t trynna hear that.”

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p; “Yea, but he sure had enough time to walk in the house to see what nigga she had in there,” she said with an attitude.

  I just shook my head. When Omega told me how he just walked in Tahani’s house to see who Cuba was and to make it known who he was, I didn’t say anything. That nigga had some straight up issues. He claimed he didn’t want her or anything to do with her but had a fit whenever another nigga tried to get close to her.

  “I told him to stop acting like he don’t love that girl,” I said.

  “Right, they say we’re dysfunctional. They’re worse than we are, though,” Tahti said as she snatched some food off my plate.

  “Come on now, greedy. Why you wanna do that?” I asked.

  “Because,” she shrugged. “Don’t forget my doctor’s appointment is tomorrow. I am officially seven months today.”

  “Have I not been to one yet?” I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

  “Umm…yea.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Only because you was on that bullshit, Tahtiana. Let’s be real now. You was acting like you didn’t want me in my son’s life because you were too busy playing house with the next bitch,” I said.

  I was trying not to get mad just thinking about that shit. Tahtiana laughed and I wanted to reach over the table and slap her stupid ass.

  “You will never let that go, huh?” she continued to laugh.

  “Hell no, and the fact that you continue to fraternize with the bitch pisses me off. What would you do if I kept in contact with bitch that sucked my dick when we wasn’t together?” I asked.

  Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the doorbell rang. She jumped up to get it, saying something about a delivery man. It was quiet before I heard Tahtiana screaming my name like she had lost her damn mind.

  “DeMoni Marcel Hooks, Junior, bring that ass here…now!”

  Shaking my head, I got up to see what the hell she was doing all that unnecessary shit for. When I reached the living room, I was in for the shock of my life. Standing there was someone I had completely pushed to the back of my mind.