Surrogate To An Unhinged Mafia Boss

by Brickhouse

Even if he was in my tax bracket, I wouldn’t fuck him with the next bitch’s pussy.

I ain’t giving my body or freedom up for the fuck niggas we got walking around here as options to date. I’ll set my pussy hairs on fire first before I end up barefoot, pregnant, and wearing a cheating ass nigga’s ring.”

She had a midget ass sectional. I ain’t ever seen no shit like it. I’d be shocked if three toddlers could fit on it.

she had a plant fighting for its damn life in a corner with those brown ass leaves.

I liked my women eating their cornbread and pinto beans. Rice and cabbage. All the shit that made the parts of a woman’s body that I loved spread from the East to the West.

“You talk too damn much, you backwood, incest bred, cousin fuckin’, shit smelling, sheep raping peckerwood,” I muttered, towering over him. “If I didn’t have better things to do, I’d take my time shutting you up permanently. You wanted a nigga, well the nigga is here, beating yo’ muthafuckin’ ass. This ain’t the old South. Bitch, I’ll stomp yo’ ass for all my ancestors. Stop fuckin’ playing with me, pussy ass hoe!”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😳

Shit, the orange wig-wearing bastard changed it to the Gulf of America. Weak ass shit don’t even sound the same.

Stay the fuck out of my business, and don’t worry about where I’m sticking my dick because it won’t be back inside you. You crashing out after just a taste. If I did all the nasty shit I normally do, yo’ ass would be in jail. Go the fuck home.”

Aurmoni and I had been tight since the first grade. She was the quiet, sweet one, and I was the one cussing out teachers and flipping off hall monitors.

That man’s print was a whole accessory. I wasn’t looking for it—it just had a way of catching the eye.

He was the type to body yo’ ass, and your family would never find you. The type to help your family look for you, knowing damn well he got yo’ ass in his trunk. Nah, I wasn’t fuckin’ with it, and neither was my girl. I was getting her out of this jam by any means necessary. Operation Free My Bitch was in full effect.

I rolled my eyes so hard I damn near saw my past lives.

I don’t like my woman talking to another man like this. I don’t give a fuck about nostalgia. Old friends. If you her gay homeboy. None of that shit.”

I felt something warm. Something soft. Something all over me. My brows pulled together as I looked down, only to find Aurmoni completely tangled around me, knocked the hell out. Her arm was draped over my chest, her thigh slotted between mine, and her face was tucked into my neck like she belonged there. And my goofy ass just holding her. I froze. Then, I smirked. Because damn… this felt good. Better than it should’ve.

I should’ve known the sex would be insane. Crazy women always got the best pussy. And Lena? She was batshit.

The woman looked at me, then back at Lena with a smirk, before hitting her with the classic line. “This is a good man, Savannah.”

I didn’t know what the fuck he thought this was. I ain’t no damn DeLuca incubator. Not about to have me unleash the next demon seed, Bankston 2.0, on Houston. Fuck outta here.

“What’s up with you and the girl who popped up?” I stayed quiet for a second, then exhaled. “Her name’s Aria.” Lena’s eyebrows shot up. “As in Aria DeLuca?” I nodded. She shook her head, laughing under her breath. “So, you just gon’ let me beat a DeLuca’s ass and not say shit?”

Lena whistled low beside me, shaking her head. “That girl done fucked around and became Houston’s most wanted.” She wasn’t lying. But the way Bankston was looking at her? He’d kill a motherfucker before he let them try.

“There aren’t words that exist to explain how far I’d take it if someone ever hurt my fiancée.” The room went dead fucking silent.

“You’re already pregnant, Ms. Sinclair.” I blinked. Shook my head. Blinked again. Nah. No fucking way. The room suddenly felt too damn small. I whipped my head toward Bankston, expecting him to be just as shocked as I was. But this motherfucker? He was grinning. No—laughing. Hysterically. “Ain’t this some shit?” He clapped his hands together, still chuckling. “Look at God.”

And then, so soft I almost missed it⁠— “I love you.” My heart stopped. I hadn’t expected her to actually say it.

Dante ain’t no fuckin’ psychopath!” Moni leaned in. “Says who?” I paused. Because, well, shit. She had a point there, too.

“You’re serious? You really think your own father and brother would kill you?” Aria let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “What part of ‘The Black Flame Mafia will kill anybody who breaks the rules’ don’t you understand? It doesn’t matter that I’m Giovanni’s daughter. Or that you’re carrying Bankston’s child. There is no special treatment. No exceptions. If they think we compromised them? It’s over.”