Save Room for Us (Crenshaw Kings Book 7)

by Shvonne Latrice

He held me from behind, and I was tense at first, but he noticed and lightened up his grip, which I was thankful for.

“She reminds me of my mother in that regard.” “In what way?” I felt him shrug slightly as he tightened his grip on me. Even his dick on soft was impressive as it pressed against my bare ass. “She didn’t love my father. She loved the notoriety, the money, the way he took care of her, the way he loved her. And I know that because she never reciprocated the shit. I was a kid, and I saw that. He would buy her flowers, go all out for Mother’s Day, and then he’d have to remind her it was Father’s Day. But soon as she thought he was pulling away, she would shape up for a little bit.”

“She didn’t love my father. She loved the notoriety, the money, the way he took care of her, the way he loved her. And I know that because she never reciprocated the shit. I was a kid, and I saw that. He would buy her flowers, go all out for Mother’s Day, and then he’d have to remind her it was Father’s Day. But soon as she thought he was pulling away, she would shape up for a little bit.”

“Playing with females’ feelings. I always keep shit a buck. Now how they choose to deal with what I give them is some other shit. But as far as me playing a role and pretending just to later fuck ’em over, nah. I was raised better than that. I ain’t no player. I ain’t no fucking cheater. I ain’t no dream seller. I’m a realist, and I keep shit real. I’ll leave a woman before I fuck around on her. And I’ll stay single ’fore I sit up and fuck around with a woman’s feelings. I’m too grown for that shit, and I got too much business that needs tending to. That’s a little boy’s game, baby.

“You better not leave me,” I somewhat joked. “I won’t. I been looking for you a long ass time and waiting on you to free up my spot even longer.” He kissed my shoulder, making me simper as I stared at the fireplace.

“I won’t. I been looking for you a long ass time and waiting on you to free up my spot even longer.” He kissed my shoulder, making me simper as I stared at the fireplace. “What you did today was simple but huge,” I spoke truthfully. “Thank you, baby.”

“I plan to be here with you forever, but if a nigga does leave this earth prematurely, it’s gon’ be impossible for another nigga to step to you, let alone impress you.”

plan to be here with you forever, but if a nigga does leave this earth prematurely, it’s gon’ be impossible for another nigga to step to you, let alone impress you.”

“What do you need? I wanna give it to you,” I whispered in between the soft pecks he delivered. “This.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Us, Sophie included.” Kiss. He then peeled the covers back and said, “That,” before pressing his lips to my private area.

“I work off a seven to one ratio, love.” “A seven to one ratio?” “Make you cum seven times to my one.”

“No matter how many times I taste this shit, it’s good.” Asif licked the glaze I’d left from his lips before diving back in. “I gotta taste it daily, love.”

“You know, I never wanted to stay the night with you because I have really bad insomnia and nightmares still,” she stated softly, still looking out over the city of Beverly Hills. “About?” “Cedric and the stuff he would do or what I think he’s gonna do. He was legit put on this Earth to ruin my life, so I know he’s gonna wake up.”

I didn’t like the fact that she was still afraid of that nigga, but I had to push my fucking ego to the side and realize it didn’t have shit to do with me directly.

“I always keep shit transparent with you, baby, so I’m gon’ keep the same energy right now.” I stroked my beard. “When he wake up, I’m gon’ let him live until the trial concludes, and then I’m killing him. Only reason I’m gon’ wait is because I don’t want him dying to be somehow pinned on you. But once you in the clear, he gone.”

“And don’t worry about concealing shit from me. I knew what the deal was when I came at you. I don’t expect you to be trauma free. I’d rather you have them fucking nightmares here with me.”

I will do better.” “Nah, you don’t need to do better. This shit is a process, baby, so we gotta take it as it comes. For now, I’ll keep shit light, and you let me know as time goes on when I can progress.” “Okay.” She simpered, pretty as hell.

“Still don’t trust you, nigga,”

“It ain’t got shit to do with Anastazia. I don’t like how you move, how you go about shit. You sneaky, and I can’t have no sneaky muthafucka in my camp. I also can’t let a nigga live that used to be in my business but ain’t no more.” I put the gun to his head, startling him as if this shit was gon’ go any other way.

I’m doing it to keep you out of harm’s way.” I pondered for a second, then asked, “You not afraid of me, right? I can’t take you being scared of a nigga.”

She looked even prettier against the flicker of the damn flames, melanin vibrant as fuck.

“That was ’sposed to be my baby,” I told her once I came up from having my fix.

These other niggas didn’t want this woman the same way I fucking did. To other muthafuckas, she was a beautiful woman they could possibly see some shit with, but to me, she was a nigga’s future. I’d go to war for it and would bet on everything I loved that no muthafucka walking this Earth would outlast me.

“Don’t trip, though. She still is.” Staring down into her eyes, I said, “I want you, your body, yo’ conversation, and all ya attention, love. Fuck.” I felt myself at my peak as her soft fingers brushed along my back. “It’s yours,” she whispered, soft thighs quaking against my sides as she came again.

I threw that fucking bacon in the microwave, said a prayer, and let the shit ride. Hours later it seemed, I was finished, and I had definitely seen worse.

“I don’t engage with niggas that get tender over pussy. And it’s an even bigger problem if that pussy mine,” I stated, making him laugh. “I respect it, son.” After some pondering, I said, “A nigga I don’t see eye to eye with can’t work for me though. And a nigga who can’t work for me, that used to, is a threat.”

“When I first met her, I was like damn. Why the only woman I wanna fuck with gotta be married and shit. But it all worked out. And now that I got her, it’s over with. Even when I’m gone, ain’t no nigga gon’ be able to treat that woman the way I have, will, and plan to.”

“I wouldn’t even let yo’ poor hygiene having ass make me a plate at a cookout, and you think I’d fuck you?” I felt my forehead crease I was so mystified.

“Don’t offer me that pungent shit no more. It’s insulting, and muthafuckas don’t insult me and live to tell about it.”

“But I’m with you, and you have one, so if I want y’all to stay over and be comfortable, I gotta make shit comfortable.” He neared me, moving a curl that had fallen out of my ponytail, behind my ear.

“Just riding.” “Riding? Like a drive-by?” “No, Anastazia.” He smiled subtly as I leaned up to kiss him. “You know damn well I wouldn’t bring you along on no fucking drive-by.” “Damn, maybe one day.” I snapped my fingers, chuckling as he gripped my face and pecked me.

“So you coming or what?” “You know I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“As you should, baby. Just know, I would never do some shit that would give another nigga the

opportunity to have you. You beautiful, you smart, you can burn, you got good pussy, trustworthy, loyal, an amazing mother, I could go on all fucking day. Fuck would I look like giving my time to a hood rat and then having to go insane over other niggas being in yo’ face? Can’t no woman make me fuck myself up out my spot with you, love.”

“Always. I’ve had a luxury not afforded to a lot of niggas, and that’s realizing I need you and don’t wanna lose you from day one. Most muthafuckas don’t realize that shit until after they’ve lost. I don’t need you to be gone to realize what a nigga got.”

I rested my head against his chest, surprised at how safe I felt simply because he was here with me.

Taking his chain off, Asif put it over my neck, and I admired the gleaming diamonds as it rested against me. “This is heavy as hell,” I said, still in awe at how beautiful it was. “It is. I ain’t never let nobody wear my shit until now.” He spoke against my ear, and it was crazy how just his voice got me hot. “Keep it on all night, even when you ain’t got on shit else.” Feeling my clit start to pulsate a little, I turned to whisper, “Yes, daddy.”

“Ain’t shit for us to speak about. I’m trying to let you live, but you asking for shit to go left. I see you so busy worried ’bout what the fuck I’m doing, you ain’t been able to hit the showers yet, huh?”

“From the looks of it, bitch, you older than everybody out here. At your big age, people shouldn’t have to tell you when to bathe or that them too tight ass jean shorts ain’t helping your pussy’s PH. Worry more about that tangy box and breath than what my nigga got going on. Thank me later.”

“Why you so perfect?” Asif whispered against my ear, getting me hot. Turning some to peer up into his green and gold eyes, I said, “I’m not⁠—” “You are though.” He crashed his lips against mine. “Oh shit, this nigga in love! He kissing lips in public!”

“He can forgive so long as you ask for it. And it’s not about what people in the church think. You build your own relationship with God. Pray, vent, whatever you want, but always keep a line of open communication with Him.”

“I wanna marry you,” I spoke truthfully, watching her blush hard as shit at the sound of my words. “You go every week?”

“But when I look at you, listen to you, hear your laugh, enjoy your body… I can’t imagine why a muthafucka would wanna hurt you, women period, but you, specifically. Gotta be the lowest of the low, real shit.”

“Oh, aight. Well, this is the first time she’s been taken by a crazy nigga. Feel me?” I let my smile fade, and so did he. “So next time you see her, keep yo’ hands to yaself. A simple head nod in her direction will suffice. But if you can’t keep them muthafuckas to yaself, I can take ’em.” The spooked expression that appeared on his face would’ve been comical had I not been dead ass serious. “God blessed me with these hands, so I ain’t above putting ’em on a nigga in the name of the Lord. Amen?”

don’t care what that nigga always does. It’s a new muthafuckin’ sheriff in town, and if he keep on, he gon’ be in that church for a whole nother reason.”

“Grady is officially the opps.”

“Everybody in here knows we got strict rules against killing harmless muthafuckas, especially females. His mama and sisters don’t have shit to do with what Grady got going on.” I whipped my head around the room to be sure everyone in here understood what I said. “Bet not one of you niggas touch his family, or I’m gon’ touch you, have you waiting in line at the pearly gates right behind ’em.”

“He wants to see Sophie, and my mom kind of has to let him. But I don’t want her to go see him alone. Would you go?” “Sure and the fuck will.” “Asif… just to escort.”

enter. “Who the fuck is this?”

attempted to sit up immediately, looking to Farrah

“This my baby, nigga.” I couldn’t help it. “I’m the one reading bedtime stories, learning nursery rhymes, footing the bill for her needs, and taking good care of her mama. This my family, nigga.” I gestured toward Mrs. Chase as well, seeing a lingering smirk in her face. “You the muthafuckin’ outsider. Next time you open yo’ fucking mouth, it need to be to thank me.”