Rescued By A Savage: A Tainted Love

by Talena Tillman

He fucked with those that fucked with him and the rest could kiss his ass.

“If she was my woman, yo’ bitch ass would’ve been laid the fuck out already. Consider yourself lucky that she’s not. But my woman or not, if you don’t stop speaking to her like that, Imma still fuck you up, bitch.”

“You lil’ niggas all bark and no bite. Run around this bitch like you a boss or something… when the truth is you don’t run shit but yo’ mouth. Pussy ass, nigga.” He spat with venom laced in his tone.

“I know we will. One day we’ll look back at our past and thank God for how far we’ve come. Just watch and see.” Treasure smiled.

“What’s good, nana?”

“What have I told you about that what’s good crap? Yo’ big head ass knows better.”

“Hell no! A nigga can’t get shit if you don’t learn how to properly greet me. Keep playing with me and I promise Imma kick yo’ black ass like I used to.”

“You better get yo’ dirty ass hands out my pots. Gone over there and wash yo’ hands. You really trying yourself today.” “Ah, shit! That damn spoon still hurts.”

“Mmhm, and it’s gone be across yo’ head you keep playing with me.”

“Okay, this is good news. My baby is finally ready to be a one woman’s man.

“Well, baby… we all have to go one day. I’m just happy I got to see you grow into a successful man and Vanity mature into a beautiful young woman.” She spoke.

“Watch your mouth, son. Stop all that cursing. I get it but I’m not leaving my home. And that’s that.” She told him. “These lil’ niggas don’t want to rumble with the bee no way.”

“You already know what it's hittin’ for, Ma. I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sittin' on.” – Jay-Z

And not to mention, his milky, caramel-colored skin—thanks to his great-grandfather— was gorgeous.

he knew his black ass had two left feet. But a special woman could make a man do shit he thought he’d never do.

Santana had her wide open like a freeway at three in the morning.

know you respect yourself too much for that. I’m not worried about that at all, Lil’ mama. My time shall come, and when it does, that treasure between your legs will be mine.” Santana spoke with much confidence.

“You gonna fuck around and make a nigga marry you lookin’ this good. Straight up.” She cracked up at his intoxicated ass.

“Laughter looks good on you, Lil’ mama. The last time I saw you, ya looked so mean.”

“That’s ‘cause I normally don’t have shit to smile about.” Harmony answered truthfully.

“Well, let me be the reason you have something worth smiling for every day.”

Faith without the works was dead.

Santana lifted her face by her chin. “I definitely wanna get to know you more. I don’t know what’s going on with you, Lil’ mama, but don’t run from me. You’re not the same feisty chick I met the last two times. You good?”

“Your smile, your voice creeps inside my heart with everything you do. I have no choice... Loving you is all that I know how to do.”

Harmony couldn’t buy happiness, but she could afford a fucking book and that was the same thing. Give her music and a good novel, she was good to go.

“It's a brand new me, a brand new you. A brand-new day, a sky so blue. Hold my hand while I walk with you. Sit on my lap, lemme talk to you.” -LL Cool J

“Let this be a lesson to all of you. I want everyone on point. Guard my shit with yo’ life or pay with yo’ life. Simple.”

“When you find out who it is I want his fucking head. Tear this city the fuck up until you find him. If he has a bitch, I want her too. Make your point clear so the next muthafucka thinks twice about touching my shit.”

Betty leaned over her love seat and slapped him upside the head hard as hell. “Aht aht! We will not get disrespectful up in here. Santana DeAndre Rossi get yourself together right now!”

“You need to worry about your own life instead of mine. Don’t worry about me.” Vanity was sick of his shit.

“Last time I checked; my shit is together. This life I live helps fund everything you desire. Whatever bitch ass nigga you’re running with...

“And what the fuck is on your head?”

Santana snatched the wig off. “Nah, this is not even your style. A nigga not feeling this shit.”

“As long as I’m in your life, you don’t need shit. I got you.”

“Shh…” Santana held his index finger to her lips. “Every hero doesn’t wear a fuckin’ cape. A nigga feelin’ you and I want to help you. Let me do that, please?”

“You wanna know what I think?” He licked his full lips. “I think God keeps putting you in my path for a reason. I said it once and I’ll say it again… you don’t belong here and I’m going to help you. Get yo’ bags and come roll with me ‘cause I’m not leaving you here.”

“It’s nothing, Lil’ mama. You’re bigger than this shit. Don’t let the weight of the world stress you the fuck out. I see big things in your future.”

“Santana, thank you again for everything you’ve done tonight. How could I ever repay you? You’re such a good man.” She searched his mahogany-colored eyes, heart pounding from the way he made her feel.

“Just say the word… just say that shit. I need to hear you tell me.” Santana urged, wanting to fill her up with every inch of his big dick. “Make love to me, boo.” she paused, panting uncontrollably. “You don’t have to really love me. Just pretend. I need to feel loved.” Harmony said, tears in her eyes.

“You know what I want. You know what I need. Come on and do me right, tonight. Girl, there's so many things I want to do to you.”

“Let’s wash up and then I’m sleeping in my pussy tonight.” He told her.

“Fuck, baby. What are you doing to a nigga?” Harmony cleared the water from his handsome face, and whispered, “I’m gonna make you love me,”

“Damn, Lil’ mama. This pussy feels so good. Imma fuck around and bust again.” Santana bounced her up and down his dick while gripping her soft thighs.

He would constantly tell her that they didn’t need a title for him to take care of her. What’s understood didn’t have to be explained. They were building and as long as she was in his life, he would buy her whatever her heart desired.

“Look, you’ll never know if I’m the right one for you if you never let me spend time with you both. I know her approval means a lot to you.” He told her.

Not missing a beat, Santana quickly put a stop to Mitch eye-fucking Harmony. “Nigga, keep yo’ eyes off her. Let’s head to the back.” He told him.

This girl here gonna be a fucking problem. I stay having to check these niggas behind her.

“Must be nice having someone who sticks around when the rough times get thick. Someone whose smile is bright enough to make the projects feel like a mansion.”

“I could live like this forever with you.” He admitted, on some caught up in the moment type shit, exhaling the smoke from his lungs sexily. “Waking up to you, making love to you, and us doing bomb ass music together.”

“We ride together, we die together...” Santana and Polo dabbed each other up, quoting the famous line from the movie Bad Boys.