Captivated by Danger (The Danger Family, #2)

by Endiya Carter

“Oh, fuck the family! You know what! You let the family in your house, and the family fucked…”

“I know, but…” “Grey, don’t talk to me about your weight right now. So, you gained weight. You still fine. You still a coke bottle shape. Like, maybe if a two-liter coke bottle was snatched, but coke-bottle, nonetheless. Men love a little stomach, so they can grip you good.”

I desperately needed to get my own place. That’s when I’d begin to have real peace.

I couldn’t believe—well, I could—that my grandma wants me to get over her other daughter’s daughter hurting me.

I pulled my hand away from her and wiped at my tears. She talked as if I just woke up and became depressed. I carried a child to term and lost it. That would make anyone depressed. Depression wasn’t an excuse for him to plow into my cousin.

My dad wasn’t a man of many words, but he was a great listener. I could rant about a situation for at least an hour, and he’d solve my problem in a few minutes or less. It’s what I loved most about him, honestly.

He and my mom were quite different, which was why I knew for sure that my ex-husband and I could work out. She was loud, and an expert on literally everything, no matter what, be it planes or trains. If you told her something about you, she’d have a story about it happening to her or someone she knows. My dad hardly ever raised his voice, however, if Andrea McCree started doing too much, he would certainly let her know.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed a little. “Dad, you already know how they are. I already agreed to go, and I really wished I hadn’t,” I spoke, whispering that last part. “Plus, if I don’t do what she says, she’ll just remind me that it’s her house and I need to do what she say do, or I need to look for my own place. And then, when I start looking for my own place, or somewhere else to live, she’ll come in here with a crying spiel talking about I don’t love her anymore. You know how she does.”

“And don’t forget that you’re my favorite beautiful daughter.” “I’m your only daughter.” “Even better.”

Both Kyle and Perris erased everything I thought I knew about family, love, and relationships.

“Scary? How so?” “Quinci is… different. We are a few weeks shy of our first year of marriage and I still wake up, scared that she might leave me, even though I knew I hadn’t done anything. Being with someone who doesn’t give a damn about my money is hard because you really have to be a decent human being. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t flirt or nothing because a bag or a trip couldn’t fix it. Never thought that I’d be with a woman, and not even think about being with another woman. This shit feels good.”

Afterwards, I’d completely lost myself. I’d stop doing everything that once made me happy. Kyle was aware that I’d blamed him for everything and was asked to stay out of my way. All I did was eat, sleep, and barely shower. That’s when my cousin moved in and was supposed to be helping me around the house but instead was helping herself to my husband. Yesterday was the last day that I would let them make me embarrass myself. Crying with my best friend on a nasty bathroom floor was the lowest I would go over them. Yesterday proved to me that Kyle never loved me or even care a little bit about me. That’s what letting Perris move their wedding date to the day our daughter died told me. I’d decided in that very moment that I was done. A switch had been flipped inside of me.

I didn’t give one fuck about the sad look in his eyes.

He was built like an Avenger; tall and brolic. His shoulders were so wide. Clearing my throat, I started to speak, but he held his hand out. “Diesel.” He even had an Avenger-ass name.

Just have fun. I think I could do that.

Look at me.” “Nigga. My eyes are staring directly into your eyes. What the fuck are you talking about, look at you?” “I am thirty-one. Supposed to be in the prime of my pimping, but look at me now, simping. Married to the love of my life with the most beautiful daughter. I wake up in sweats if I have a dream about us fighting, let alone her leaving me. The tightness in my chest when another man is gawking her down. She just had my daughter not even two months ago and when she posted that post-partum pic on Instagram, I bout lost my damn mind. Niggas was in the comments heavy, commenting on what pregnancy did to her body. Shit! I know. I been having to look, but don’t touch for weeks. That’s killing me. All of that behind a country ass, Citrus Grove ass woman. Now, again, look at me. Ask yourself if you want to be me. You… as tough as you are, do you want to be a simp?”

“So, in other words, you down bad?” “Terribly, but it’s where I want to be. It’s a good place.” “It better be a good place, Mr. Dymon, if you know what’s good for you,” Quinci said,

“Ms. Greysen, I am going to be honest with you, I am a dominant.” Her eyes widened. “And after talking with you, you’re going to be my sub. I’ll be in touch.”

If someone asked me when the last time I had phone sex, I wouldn’t be able to tell them.

I mean… You think that he’s even into me like that. He’s prob disgusted that he couldn’t pull the fat girl on one conversation. Elle: Here we goo!! You are not fat. You big boned. But no for real, Grey, you are not fat. I don’t know how many times I got to tell you that. And even if you were fat, have you seen your fucking face??? You are a beauty. And don’t dress up, and put your makeup on. Whew!! If I was BI!!! Me: I can’t stand you.

They would always be silent when I would talk about the loss of my child. They were helping me grieve for all of two months before they said that they didn’t understand the postpartum depression. When I fell into a deep depression, they told me that I should pray my way out of it. My grams said that’s what her mother taught her, so my mom had no choice. They’d even once blamed me for my own depression because they said I wasn’t even trying to be happy.

After I’d finished lurking, I got back in the bed. That man was nothing but trouble, but why was I so fucking captivated?

“I really can’t believe this bitch! Girl, I am going to make you fight that hoe before we die and I don’t give a damn what you or ya wack ass mama, or ya wack grandma got to say.”

The heels were high, but I was a professional heel walker, big and all, I could strut.

“You’re very very lucky that my signature is not in this manual, or you’d be across my fucking knees getting your ass whooped. Don’t you ever in your fucking life speak to me like that. Do you understand me?”

“But, do I want to be disowned over six weeks of fun and pleasure?” “Bitch! Didn’t he ask you what two things you wanted? Are you out of your mind? Ask for like a million dollars and a house or something. Why are you acting like you only have pollen circulating around in your head? And he’s paying for you to go to Columbia. Bitch, tell him to pay for the rest of your schooling and you get a high-rise there. Two bedrooms, so I can visit. You are not thinking and I’m about to give you a taste of your own medicine and dash your ass with this mothafuckin’ mimosa.”

The way he kept calling me a slut had my clit thumping. If he treated every woman he was with like that, I was sure that he had an asylum he locked them in to detox when he was done with them.

“What do you do for fun?” “Fuck.” She kissed her teeth. “Okay, so what do you do in your spare time, when you not having fun?” “Fuck.” “I don’t even know why I asked.”

“Shit. Here it comes, baby.” “Wh…what?” He pulled out of me slowly, cupping his hand at my pussy. Seconds later, I felt his nut dripping out of me, feeling like a glob. He collected it with his fingers and held it over my mouth, letting our collective juices drip down my throat. He dipped his fingers in my mouth so I could get the rest. I closed my eyes to savor the taste of our juices together. When I weaved my tongue through his fingers, he slipped them out of my mouth. He is so fucking disgusting. I am so disgusting.

He was the type of mothafucka that would tell you he told you so, no matter the situation. I didn’t want him to be right about Citrus Grove women, at least not yet.

Did he motion? Give you a hint? Anything?” I shook my head again. “Nun-uh. Why you ask?” “Bitttccchhh. Yes, your pussy was good as fuck. Big Daddy old ass just couldn’t handle that young shit. That’s all. Give him some time. Matter of fact, go suck his dick tonight. Frolic around that castle on stilts, find him, and make him pull it out.” “I don’t know about that, Elle. He’s kind of… I don’t know.” “He’s not going to turn down head.” “You don’t know that.” “Yes, I do. He’s a man. Suck it nasty too.”

“Yes. I’m going to hang up. In the next ten minutes… well, twenty, nah, that’s a lot of man, so give him about forty-five minutes so he can get extra clean. And you go…” She moved to the camera and acted like she was sucking a dick with two hands. “I know his dick big, so you gotta use two hands.” I burst into a fit of giggles. “Bye Elle.”

Not even a week in and I felt like I was going to have a hard time breaking Greysen, but it would happen. There was still time. If not, her ass would end up breaking me, and I couldn’t have that.

No amount of money could make up for that, and that’s probably what his mom goes through. Poor woman. Saying all of that and he had me basically telling him that I’d be his mistress as he made me squirt. I’m terrible. I’ve been Diesel’d. I’m now in his cult.

“That’s not what Kyle said. Something had to happen because you did not see the look in his eyes.” “Mom, I don’t think you were this concerned when I, your only daughter, was locked away because the same Kyle, that you’re so concerned about right now, had me committed, so he could have sex with my cousin all over the house with no interruption. So, if Diesel did threaten him, I wish I knew what he said because I’d say it again, to make him go even crazier. He’ll know what I went through for those seventy-two hours. Tell him the socks are very comfy. Bye, Mom.”

“You’re about to say one of a few things; I hate you, Diesel. Your dick should not be that good. I’m in your cult now. I can’t stand you. You think you the shit, don’t you?” He turned and looked at me, flicking the excess water in my face. “And no, you don’t. Yes, my dick is so fucking good, and I’m happy to have you in my cult, it’s a great place to be. And I know I’m the shit and so do you. Does that cover it, Ms. Greysen?”

“You know, God was in his bag, physically, when he was creating you, Diesel Danger, but literally fell asleep at the wheel when it was time to mix in some other shit.”

“If I knew my asshole was going to turn you into a decent human being, I would have given it to you the first night.” That made him laugh so hard. “Go take a shower, girl.”

“Okay, what I will say to you, Grey, is that at some point, you are going to have to start thinking for yourself and knowing what the fuck you want and getting that shit by any means necessary. You can’t let the possibility of people not fucking with your decision—family included—influence how you run your life. Living for other folks is not the wave, Lil Mama. You might not like what I’m about to say but fuck your mother. You remember when I first met your lil’ talkative ass and you told me that you were about to kill yourself over him. You told me that he had you committed to a psych ward for a couple days. Ask yourself why your mother would want you to come home to that. You finally got some peace, fun, and happiness in your life and she’s trying to snatch that away from you. Ask yourself why that is. And then ask her why she wants that for you.”

I should be asking you how much your folks would pay to get you back?” “Honestly, my dad would move heaven and Earth to get me back. My mom, on the other hand, I don’t know. Her ass would put it in God’s hands day one.”

“That’s crazy, I guess. But you know what, you probably shouldn’t have kids anyway. You have the emotional intelligence of a… I don’t know, and you need all of that to raise a child. Trust. I’ve seen what your type of parenting does to a child firsthand and it’s fucked up. People say they want kids to leave a legacy, but the legacy be a shit show because you raised a little entitled egomaniacal⁠—”

“Let me get you home, so I can get away from you. You have had me fucked up all damn day.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe she’s been conditioned by her parents or grandparents to stay with a sorry piece of shit ass man so long as he’s not physically abusive to her?”

“Have you ever thought about how she thinks the world will look at her for finally choosing herself? I’m sure your mother is one of those women who’ve had to save face in front of her friends regarding your dad several times. Maybe she didn’t want to feel embarrassed because she lied about your father. While she’s skinning and grinning in their faces and swiping his AMEX, she’s crying in the car because she can’t be honest about how empty she feels.”

“I’m sorry, I just feel her on so many levels. Finally choosing yourself and now you are the bad person.”

I laughed so hard. “I fucking love you.” She gasped and covered her mouth, and I immediately closed my mouth. What the fuck!

“Oh, Lord. What he did now?” “Girl. Told me he loved me and then freaked out.” She inhaled dramatically until she’d sucked in all the air she could. “Bitch, it’s that mothafuckin’ yank ain’t it.

Also, don’t worry about Big Daddy freaking out. Just go put on another show for him. Show him why he loves you anyway. Freak his old ass out even more. Do some role play for him.” “Now, Elle, the last time I did that…” I laughed. “Girl, he fucked up about you. Just do it. He ain’t gon’ turn you around.

I knew I was only twenty-six, but I wanted to be laid up at night with a big strong man behind me.

Greysen, The color red has many different meanings and symbolizations all over the world, but the one thing everyone seems to agree on is that it symbolizes strength. You’re twenty-six and you’ve been through what millions of people will never experience. I admire you for pressing forward, even when you felt like you couldn’t. You’re beautiful. Inside and out. Never change. Diesel Danger, Mathematician, CFO, the grumpy, analytical, arrogant old man. I started to sob.