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“I ain’t trying to start on the wrong foot. We’ll get you a ring, shawty. I ain’t know I was supposed to have one today.” He shrugged. I wasn’t trying to hear his lame ass excuse, so I headed up the stairs. Briskly, he grabbed my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Don’t worry about grabbing a lot. I’ll have someone bring yo’ shit to my crib in the morning.”
Already fucking up i see
“As ready as I can be, Tessa. I’m nervous, and my new husband is an asshole.” “An asshole that you’re attracted to.” She giggled as she pointed to my hardened nipples.
“Don’t forget who you are. Don’t lose yourself,” she whispered into my ear. I nodded. Don’t lose myself. I repeated her words as I rolled my suitcase down the hall to the staircase.
“Nigga, you trying to get us killed over a bitch.” My best friend, Meechie, shook his head as we slid into the back of the black SUV.
lol Dr. Royale was bold asf
Dedicating my entire life to the cartel, murdering, and destroying families wasn’t my thing. I wanted something different out of life, so I set out to get it. That didn’t mean I was no pussy ass nigga. I was born to be a killer, heir to the London Cartel. I stayed with my Glock just in case a nigga thought he could try me.
“I hope so, nigga. You know niggas get sensitive about they bitches, and you practically had his sucking your dick in the club.”
“I can’t do the surgery,” he blurted. “Hm?” I had to be hearing him incorrectly. “What do you mean?” “I see a lot of women in this office, none as naturally beautiful as you. So, I’m confused as to why you’re here.”
“Give me a good reason why you’re here trying to fix something that ain’t broken. Your body is perfect.”
“No, you don’t understand… I have to get this done. I came all this way, and my wedding is in three months.” The mention of her wedding had me turning to face her. A light bulb went off in my head that caused the veins in my forehead to throb. She was doing this to please her wack ass fiancé.
“Changing your body for that nigga won’t make him love or respect you any more than he does now.”
“One encounter, and we about to snatch a nigga bitch?” His statement came out as more of a question. “Chill on the bitch word. She showed up in my office today.” “Word?” “Yeah, that nigga making her get her body done.”
“Dr. London?” It came out as more of a question than a greeting. “Do you want out?” His thick voice and sexiness greeted me. He wasn’t in his scrubs and white coat anymore. He’d replaced it with a white T-shirt and sweats. “Out?” I repeated as I stared at him. What did he mean out? “Out of your arrangement with Kashus Grant. That’s what you’re in, right? An arrangement?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Monroe, and after today, you’ll never be in the position where you don’t feel as beautiful as you are. Where you don’t have a say so in your body.”
“Fuck,” he moaned as he backed me into the wall. “I’m not here for sex or to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” His hands roamed my body. “But your body is talking to me. Can I answer it?”
“I’m a plastic surgeon, you know that,” he responded dryly. “And? There has to be more. I’m not stupid.”
“Was the heir? What happened?” “I wanted something different. I don’t know if you can relate, but having a father as a kingpin, your whole life is mapped out for you. I wanted to make my own way—be my own man. The life of crime wasn’t for me.”
“Guest room, down the hall. You need a lot of things tonight, and my dick etching its place in your soul isn’t one of them.”
“You like playing with fire, huh? Just because I’m not trying to make this about sex, Monroe, doesn’t mean I won’t pick your thick ass up and push this dick all in yo’ stomach.”
“Sometimes choosing you can open the doors for others to do the same. Never feel guilty for choosing you—even if it’s over family.”
“Aw, baby. You're smitten with her.” She was smiling. I didn’t know if smitten was the right word, but Monroe had a nigga head gone. Every second I was around her, I contradicted myself. I couldn’t fall for her, but she was mine. I wanted her to have her freedom but didn’t want to let her out of my sight. It was fucked up, and I found myself being something I never thought I would be… a wishy-washy ass nigga.
“I find my peace in knowing that every day I wake up, I’m living the life I chose and breaking the toxic cycle I don’t care to be a part of.”
“Nigga, I wasn’t about to climb up out of my pussy to come kidnap yours. You crazy!” The phone was silent for a minute, and then we both broke into laughter.
“London, I spent my entire life walking on eggshells and not being able to do what I want. You're not taking advantage of me. I want this.”
“Anything you want in this world, I’m gon’ put it in your hands. You understand?”
“That nigga behind these doors is my brother. We have been locked in since we were lil pee pee diaper wearing niggas. He asks me for something, anything, I’m pulling up. He asks me to go to war behind a girl he’s feeling, and I walk her down the aisle. We family now, mamas. That’s that!” Meechie confessed, causing butterflies to flutter in my chest.
“Why is it fucked up?” Her eyes held my gaze through the phone. “Because you deserve freedom, not to be locked down in a relationship, and every time I look at you, that’s what I want to do. Make this marriage more than just an on-paper situation.”
“Monroe, baby, when you do all that and when you’re healed, you better believe I’ma be there with open arms, waiting for you to choose a nigga. Not because I’m the only nigga that’s ever treated you like you deserve or because I be digging yo’ fucking guts out, but choose me because you know who the fuck Monroe is and how I fit into your life.”
“He is perfect. He didn’t gaslight me about the situation. He apologized, answered my questions, affirmed me, and reassured me that I had a special place in his life. He’s so different, Tessa, except for the whole being a ho part.”
You asked me to heal you, but I can’t. I can only offer my hand to hold while you heal yourself.
“I’m great. Just got married a few days ago, my nigga. Walk with me.”
This nigga funny asf
The nigga dying, and he needs an heir. All I have to do is marry his daughter, and what I do? I fucking lose her.”
Ahhhhh, so that’s why he was so adamant to marry her off
“This Meechie. I have to take this call.” I signaled for Samara to leave. “Well since we dropping secrets, I’ve been secretly dating Demetrius. Tell him I said hi.”
Ayooo, the gift keeps on giving
“Jacob Iris is dying,” I blurted. “That’s a new development.”
“I love you. I love you, and I’m going handle this shit.” “I love y—” The call dropped, and so did a nigga fucking heart. “If something happens to Monroe, I’m gon’ unretire and be the savage I was born to be.” I grunted. Meechie sighed. “She gon’ be good; we gon’ get there.” He assured me.
“Come on, nigga. Let’s go support sis.” He walked into the funeral home. “Oh, so she sis now?” “Been sis, and you better stop trying to force her to live life without you before you regret it, nigga.”
Monroe was mine, fuck her freedom—she’d had enough.
