Forbidden Fruit (19 page)

"You out?" Diablo asked. "No time to smoke a bob?" He liked Daren the most out of my girls. I figured it was because she was his type. He said it was because she was real. He also said that she proved to be a good friend to me. I wondered if it was because he'd come on to her and she refused. If that was the case would she have told me? I shook the feeling off.

"No, I gotta go before Pedro start blowin' my phone up. It ain't been ten minutes since we talked and he textin' me again already. Ya'll have fun," she smiled. The white Baby Phat dress with the slanted hem hugged her petite, coke bottle shape. Ablo was smiling all in her face. It was cute because Daren was so sweet and she just made all men melt like that. Even my father and Uncle Pete. She was adorable and I couldn't help but feel secure around Daren. I believed that she would never cross the line, but I didn't put anything past Diablo. He was a man.

"What's up baby?" He asked when I joined him in the kitchen. He was preparing some steaks and the man could cook. Uncle Pete and his wife had taught him well.

"Nothing. Baby, I'm bored. We used to do all types of shit. Now we just sit home, get high, and fuck. You ain't tired of my pussy yet?" I asked.

He looked at me like I was crazy. "Hell nol. Is that a trick question? And what you mean you bored. We do all types of shit together."

"Oh whatever, not lately and you know it. I mean we don't do shit like we used to. We was always flyin’ or drivin’ somewhere. I'm tired of sittin’ at home doing nuthin'. I need a change of scenery."

"C'mon baby. Let Mont, Juan and Ace take over for a week or two. We could go to Cancun, eat lobster, drink champagne, rent a villa by the ocean, eat fresh fruit, shop all day, and make love all night. C'mon Ablo. Or we could fly to Cuba. You said yourself you haven't been there since you was a little boy," I suggested.

"Look Boo, I'll think about it okay," he said and looked away.

"Okay," I said and shrugged my shoulders. "I just don't want our relationship to get sour. When that happens, you know, sometimes you look for what you're missin' in someone else." Was that why he cheated? Had I been such a bitch that he had to look elsewhere?

Diablo looked at me and slammed his huge fist on the counter.

I jumped.

"Don't go there Yanna! If you ever..." He realized that he was yelling and stopped to calm himself. "If you ever cheat on me and I find out who the nigga is I'll kill him. I can't say that I know what I'd do to you. Yanna, it would fuck me up baby, because the thought by itself makes me crazy. If thinking of it makes me crazy, imagine if the shit really happened." He shook his head and sighed heavily. He glanced at me and I could see tears in his eyes. He would never let them fall in front of me. I looked away.

"I love you. That's probably the millionth time I said it since we been together, and I meant it every time. I know that if you cheat on me I probably deserve it. I know that I done it to you constantly and I'm sorry. I never, ever meant to hurt you. It was never my intention. I love you more than life itself, and deep down I wanna protect you. When you told me I wasn't protectin' your heart, that shit finally hit me. If I would kill another mufucka for hurtin' you, who am I to do that shit. I'm the one who claim to love you unconditionally. I'm the man, shit, look what I got. I gotta preserve that shit. I can't and I won't hurt you again. Don't ever feel like you gotta pay me back. The cheatin' shit is over. Ain't no bitch out there in them streets got shit on you. I couldn't risk losing you again for a night of sex with no feelings. We make love lil' mama, and I'm straight wit' that, and that's my word. I'm goin' be faithful, because I love you and I don't want to have to worry about you fuckin' around on me wit' some lame ass mufucka."

"Oh, so you just worried that I'll cheat to get you back. I don't believe that you won't cheat again. Once a fuckin' dog always a fuckin' dog. After all these years I been faithful. Why would I cheat now? I should be content too right? Well, I'm not. You don't do the same shit you used to. I been buggin' you 'bout that shit for a long ass time. You just don't fuckin' get it. Look, maybe you'll understand if I put it like this. You know how you felt the first time you saw that Mercedes on the lot. You were like I gotta get that. Your pockets were right so you took you dream car home right off the lot. It's your shit, and can't no other nigga drive it. You put twenties on it, you tint the windows, you get a bangin' ass Bose sound system, twelve disc changer, you keep the body up so niggas can salivate when they see you pushin' that bitch All them niggas envious. You the man. You keep the tank full, keep it tuned up, keep oil in it. It's running like it did the day you bought it home. You gotta nurture a relationship like that. How the fuck you goin' take better care of your car than you do me? Do you understand? If you stopped doing all the necessary shit to keep your car up you know what'll happen. It'll break the fuck down. It'll happen to this relationship too nigga. You gotta be consistent Boo. Don't keep tellin' me what the fuck you goin' do. Do that shit, and keep doin' it. Don't do it for six months and then go back to that old shit. I'm a street bitch, and you know I been through some shit. I ain't no dummy. I'm so sick of feelin' like you here just 'cause you used to me. Well baby, sumthin's lackin' here, because if it wasn't you wouldn’t feel the need to fuck other bitches. What is it Ablo? If I do sumthin' let me know so I can fix it, because I do love you."

Diablo looked at me and placed the steaks on the electric griddle he loved to cook on. The sound of the sizzling steaks filled the room and was surrounded by silence. The only other sound was the faint tick of the clock in the living room. About five minutes passed before Diablo spoke. "So, what the fuck you want me to say? I'm a man, and I'm a dog? You a woman and regardless of what I say it's goin' always be in the back of your mind that all men just dogs," he laughed and then stared at me. "You're the closest thing to perfection I ever seen. I ain't even really have no reason to cheat. I just did it because the shit is so fuckin' easy. Women just want me. They wanna know how it feel to fuck the one and only Diablo Perez," he put up the Cue Boy sign and hollered out their call like his boys were in the next room.

"So if it's all about you why the hell you wit' me? Huh? The pussy is there so you goin' just take it and say fuck me? And you don't think niggas wanna fuck me? I could get way more dick than you could ever imagine. I ain't got to be no powerful kingpin. I ain't gotta have shit but some good pussy and some bangin' ass head, and you know I got both. The pussy is power baby, believe that," I said.

"But women love men wit' money, power, and respect. You know I got all three. But men don't fuck wit' what's forbidden between crews or within', unless he wanna be deaded. I see nervous eyes travel all over your body. Hell yeah, I know niggas wanna get down wit' you. I see niggas wit' they tongues hangin' out wonderin' about what's between them soft, thick, creamy ass thighs. I know they wanna catch a peek at them firm 'round titties, wit' the big, pretty brown nipples," he licked his lips picturing my naked body. "They wanna hold on to that lil' waist and kiss that tight belly. They wanna control them hips while you throw that round, fat, firm, but soft ass. I know niggas get hard wantin' to sample my pussy. That's right my pussy. It's off limits to any mufucka other than me. I put my claim on it baby and I'm goin' marry your ass and claim it for life. That sweet, juicy pussy between your thighs is forbidden fruit to any nigga other than me, and there really ain't no other way to put it. You a fantasy to other men, and that's all. Them niggas ain't crazy shit, you mine. I'll never let you leave me. You hear that? You mine, and you ain't goin' no fuckin' where."

"Are you mine? Is that good dick in your pants mine? Can you sit here and guarantee that? How 'bout makin' bein' faithful official," I said.

He walked over to me and leaned over to give me a kiss. "You my angel lil' mama. I'm goin' marry you and make all your dreams come true. You know I'm yours. Every inch of me, I promise. And since you so damn bored and I can't make no moves yet I'll send you and your girls to the Bahamas, or wherever you wanna go." He winked at me and went to tend to the steaks.

"I'm her daddy. Maya just let me hold her. Please. I know it's gonna take some time for you to admit it to Mel, but you gotta at least give me the chance to be a father to her. It's killin' me Maya. That little girl is a fuckin' part of me and I can't even touch her. I hate you for that." Ju said with tears in his eyes.

The harsh reality of what she'd done suddenly smacked her in the face and she couldn't help but cry. "Damn Ju. I'm sorry," she whispered and left the room. A minute or two later she came back with Lexus in her arms and handed her to Ju without saying a word.

Ju just stared at her and sat down on the sofa. Lexus made cooing noises like she knew who he was. He broke down and cried like a baby. Maya had never seen a man get that emotional. She couldn't take it, so she left the room. In her bedroom she cried her own tears, knowing that she'd caused so many people pain. She knew it was time she came clean to everybody.

Chapter 11

Carmen watched Diablo from the street as he stepped into his champagne colored Expedition with the iced out twenty fours. The shine of them things made her horny as hell. He'd told her over and over again that Ayanna was his number one. He explained that he loved her and would not leave her under any circumstances. She always had the hope that he'd leave Ayanna for her. She'd fallen in love despite the fact that he let her know from the jump that they were strictly on a "fuck" basis. Carmen knew that she could deep throat a dick like a champ. That didn't take him away from Ayanna. Nothing did. It didn't matter how freaky she got, and it killed her. She was used to getting what she wanted.

The new black Jag that he'd just bought was gone and she figured that Yanna was driving it, since the Mercedes was parked. Carmen put her dark shades on and watched as Ablo left the driveway. She must've really had that nigga gone over her ass, Carmen thought. When he was a few yards ahead Carmen started her white Camry up and followed him. He wouldn't get away with breaking her heart.

"Diablo, you stupid son of a bitch!" She yelled and pressed the gas. "Guess what nigga! I'm pregnant and it's yours!"

Diablo followed her as she pulled up to an apartment complex. A police precinct was only a half block away. She knew what she was doing. He tried to keep his cool.

Carmen got out of the car. Her wide hips swayed as she made her way to his SUV. That was Diablo's weakness, thick thighs and hips. Of course Yanna had both. He unlocked the door and she got in.

"Why you fuckin' wit' me?" He asked giving her a threatening glare.