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This book is dedicated to my readers. Every time I saw a post about Losin Control, I fell in love with these characters all over again.
“See yall went about this all wrong,” Goose proclaimed, standing to his feet. “If yall wanted a baby I coulda helped. My lil swimmers strong enough to break through the Great Wall of China, I know damn well they can reconstruct a damaged uterus.”
“Correction, you’re a hoe,” Sammy interjected. “A big one at that.” “And what were you before my brother trapped you?” Nova snapped. “Free-spirited,” she giggled. “Keep playing with me,” Romeo gritted, entering the living room with their babbling daughter in his arms. “You weren’t a hoe, just gently used.”
“No disrespect, but if this lil nigga paying $200.00 for body wash, I need to know what the fuck it do,” Goose apologized before turning to his nephew. “Like, do the shit come with a happy ending or something?”
“Kennel? You calling my baby a dog?” Sammy bucked her eyes. “Her little ass ain’t all human. Gotta be mixed with pit-bull or something.” “Well, I am a retired dog. Coulda came from me,” Romeo joked. “Woof,” he barked before dodging Sammy’s hand. “I’m playing, baby. You put the dog in me to rest.”
“The fuck outta here. You gave us money and stole it right back,” Nova recalled. “I still spent time with yall unruly asses. That should count for something.”
“Can she get in the bed with me?” Harper asked, lifting her head. “Bitch no,” Marley hissed. “This isn’t Handmaid's Tale.”
“How can I not be sensitive when my husband's semen is about to be inserted into you? What if you develop feelings for him? What if you kill me and try to be with him? Oh my god, what if my baby turns out to be crazy like your sonnnnn? Never mind,” Marely said with a shake of her head. “Close her legs, put my husband's sperm back in the tube. Better yet, I'll swallow it...hand it here.”
“I love you,” Marley whispered. “I love you too, even though I thought my first time in bed with another woman would be a little different. You didn’t even take me to dinner and I opened my legs for you.” “I knew you was gay,” Marley snickered.
“Did you not hear what she said? Two fucking heartbeats and that’s not including mine! I said I'd have one baby for them, not two! Husband, my coochie is going to get blew the fuck out! I’m not going to have any wallsssss,” she cried, sliding to the floor. “Lord, noooo, please.”
“Is there anything I can do?” Dr. Stiger asked, standing off to the side. “No!” Harper hollered. “I told you one baby! Why would you put two of their babies in me?” She cried before breaking out in panic. “C-c-can you take one out…like a partial abortion? Is that a thing?”
“Two freaking babies,” Harper grunted, climbing on the table with Jaxon’s help. “I want royalties! Every time my weak ass bladder leak, I want thirty bands. I want a new car for my new body and,” she paused, looking up at her husband. “What else do we want, husband?”
“She did her job a little too well,” Harper murmured. “And Marley, get yo mute ass over here! You wanted to be a part of it so baddddd, now you standing in the corner like I got COVID. You wanted a baby, well now you have two.”
“Bro, you cool as fuck and I’m letting you borrow my wife's body, but her pus-” he paused, gathering his composure. “Her lady parts are mine. If I slutted her out while she was nine months pregnant with my own child, ain’t nobody safe.” “Let ’em know daddy. Got us fucked up. Better hope they don’t come out with dents on the top of their heads,” Harper laughed. “Have they asses rubbing out soft spots for months.”
Same tricks, different freak.
“I don’t want to talk to your crazy ass fans right now.” She pulled away from him. “If one more person asks me if you talk me through it, I’m going to lose my shit.” “But I do. Let them know you ain’t fucking with a quiet nigga. I be rapping to the pussy.”
“I love you.” “I love you too.” Czar kissed her neck. “Now let’s make the wheels on this bus squeak for old times' sake.” “Don’t talk about my van,” Marley replied. “The wheels don’t squeak.”
“Be careful, nigga,” Czar called out over his shoulder. “I heard they’ll rob you blind out here. If you wake up tied to a bed with a big bitch named Maria sitting on your chest asking for a green card, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Yall hoes better get the fuck away from my husband’s room before I fly there and beat yall asses!” “Baby, they kinda thick and I think they’ll tear your ass up,” Czar informed her. “I got your back though. I’ll put them in a headlock and let you get the upper hand.” “Very funny. You better get them away from your door before I burn up all your shit.”
“Stop it. Your lips are still swollen and you have that ‘I was sucking dick all night’ smirk.” “Don’t remind me.” Marley blushed. “I didn’t even brush my teeth after you nutted in my mouth. I woke up with a dry throat and nut around my lips.” “So. I’m still walking around with your pussy juices in my beard, on my tongue, and dick,” Czar admitted. “Eww. So you just walking around smelling like sex?” “Fuck yea. The sweetest scent I’ve ever smelt, and I dare a nigga to say something. Shit, I’m trying to finish up this show and fly back to the pussy.”
“I’m going to kill him.” “Please don’t,” Ada chuckled. “I already gotta deal with this one beating on my baby.” She bumped hips with Sammy. “I throw these hands a few times and it keeps my man in line,” she recited.
“Yep,” Sammy grinned. “I’ve been known to laugh a nigga out of his Fruit of the Looms.”
“What is this?” “It’s a charcuterie board for real niggas,” Czar boasted with a huge grin. “I’m going to massage you down, get your mind right, and fuck the shit out that pussy. We about to put the wheels on this bitch to the test. You ready?”
Their words of encouragement and prayers didn’t soothe the ache in her heart. Marley didn’t know what she did in her previous life, but for some reason, every time she was happy, it was snatched away. Every time she dared to dream, she was reminded that dreams were just that: dreams. And the real world had no room for dreams.
Maybe this is what I get for my relationship with Pam. Whatever the case is, I’m asking that you give her back to me...to us. I’m begging for another chance. Just this one last time, please send us a miracle because if you take her, you might as well take me too.”
I don’t know if I ever told you, but I appreciated you back then.” “I didn’t have a choice,” Jaxon chuckled. “Harper wasn’t having that shit. If I brought her food, I had to do the same for you. When she wanted new shoes, she sent me your size too. She was bossy as fuck.” He shook his head. “But worth the wait. I’d do all that shit over again,” he finished with a cracking voice.
“Keep playing like I won’t cut your handsome ass.” “Come on now. I keep your pussy on my breath like a mint. The fuck can these hoes do for me?”
“I feel like a chauffeur.” Czar peered at her through the rearview mirror. “I like the idea of you driving me and my boys around. Be careful over these speed bumps, Bentley, or that’s yo ass.” “Keep playing like I won’t put you out my shit.”
“I bought matching outfits for these lil niggas and everything.” “Then return the shit and get it in my size. We’ll send you a picture,” Biggie taunted, receiving Harlan from Slim. “Fuck you. They don’t have plus size.” Romeo gave him the finger.
Marley smiled. This version of Czar was the man she prayed for. He was so in tune with her emotions that even when she tried to hide, he saw right through her. Time and time again, Czar explained that it was his job to take care of her mentally, physically, emotionally, and financially. It was his job to learn her love languages and adjust whenever they changed.
“I want to feel bad for you, but I can’t bring myself to do it. You deserve every bad thing that's going to happen to you, and at your lowest point, I pray that you think about me. I want you to watch me glow on TV when you're eating in the rec room. I want you to think about my life and how it’s the life you’ve always wanted while you’re sharing a dirty shower with a bunch of women. I want you to see me be loved by a man the same way you wished one loved you. I’m going to send you pictures and postcards because I know my happiness is going to kill you faster than a prison cell.”
“Young man.” He placed his hand on Rahlo’s shoulder. “If you ever,” Goose paused, glanced at Taylor’s backside and then back at Rahlo. “I mean, ever need a hand. You let me know.” “Old man, you wouldn’t know what to do with it if I showed you.” He winked before walking away.
“See, yall fucked up,” Romeo instigated. “He gone have yall kids fat like his ass.” “Biggie, I’m about to revoke your title,” Marley hissed, rocking a very sleepy Harlan. “He’s going to be shitting all night.”
