Forbidden Love With a Thug III (16 page)

“I… aye man, I don't know nothing about that!”

“Oh, yes you do. See, Ahmad admitted to Kantwan that he was behind it, right before he was taken care of.” I half lied as I twisted the silencer onto my gun with a smile. Tears began to fall down his cheeks as he watched my every move.

“Aight, wait, wait, shit okay. Look Ahmad wasn't the one who set it up, but he did know about it. The both of us knew about it. Portland was the one who brought up the idea, but his intention was to kill Elijah. Instead the shooter hit you, and when he said he didn't kill you, Portland and Sonny had him taken care of. But look, fuck what my brother and those two were on, I’m trying to be down with y’all.”

“Wow, so y'all are working with Sonny and Portland. How do you even know them?” I frowned as Ka'Shea adjusted the grip on his burner, which was still prodding Dante's temple. I couldn’t believe Sonny and Portland had him thinking they killed Leroy.

“Ahmad and Portland have a mutual friend named E-Way, and we met him at a party. Bu-but he's dead now. Anyway, the four of us got to talking, and Sonny and Portland started telling us they were building, because they didn't fuck with y'all.”

“Thanks,” was all I said before nodding my head up to Ka'Shea. He pulled the trigger, making a big ass hole appear in the side of Dante’s head. I dialed Rogue to come in with his clean up crew, and then headed to Kantwan's so Ka'Shea, Elijah and I could discuss what we’d just heard.

I left Kantwan's after making sure everyone was abreast, and then went right home. As I was preparing for a shower, Jersey walked into the bathroom smiling. I smiled back at her, and then began undressing. She picked my clothes up, so that she could wash them, and then left out. I cleaned up, brushed my teeth, and then climbed into bed with my shorty.

“Why was there blood on your sweater, Kilexis?” she inquired as soon as I hugged her small frame. I just sat up and grabbed my phone before heading to the door. “Kilexis, where are you going?”

“To sleep in the guest room, goodnight.”

Chapter Nine: Cheyla

I'd just finished spreading lotion all over my body, so I slipped my dress over my head. My belly was sticking out more now, so it made my dress rise up a little in the front. Blowing out hot air, I removed the dress and put on a longer one. Today I had a doctor's appointment, and Kantwan was supposed to come with me, but he said he had to work. Since it wasn't anything special, only a check up, I let it go. Plus, afterwards I wanted to go talk to my brother, because I'd overheard the boys last night, saying that they were gonna have to get him if he kept fucking with them. I wanted to hopefully convince him to cut out whatever the fuck he was doing to them.

My gray t-shirt dress was long in the front and back, but short on the sides so it was perfect. I put on some low top Air Force, and then let my hair hang down. I made it to the doctor's office about fifteen minutes later, and as I was getting out, I saw Miami walking out with a smile on her face. This building was a cluster-fuck of doctors, so it's no telling what she was here for. I'm sure it was the infectious disease doctor she was seeing though.

“Hey, Cheyla,” she waved and then began laughing.

I was gonna keep walking, but I just turned around and asked, “What the fuck is your problem? Why can't we just not talk to one another? Why can't you just keep it pushing, oh it's because you're jealous.”

“Jealous? Jealous of what Cheyla?” She folded her arms and cocked her head.

“You're jealous of me. You're envious of the fact that I no longer work at Starzz, that I didn't have to sell pussy while I was there, and of the fact that you can't have my man.”

“Oh, honey, you're so oblivious that it's a shame,” she pouted playfully. “Your man is not as exclusive as you think. I know you thought because you have that baby growing in there that he was gonna be well behaved, but you're wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” I frowned.

“He's fucking my homegirl, Rachel, and we even had a threesome two nights ago. Just think, I'm sure he told you he had to work or something, but that was a lie. Rachel and I were sucking and fucking your man all night, baby, and didn't let him leave until the morning,” she giggled. “I told you I was gonna fuck him.”

“Oh, okay.” I turned to walk away, because I refused to let her see me cry. She was telling the truth, because two nights ago, Kantwan claimed he had to work, and he didn't come back until eight the next morning.

I just entered the building, and got onto the elevator. I breathed heavily and constantly, trying to keep the tears from coming out. I needed to be strong until I could get somewhere and cry like I wanted to. The elevator dinged, so I stepped off and went into my doctor's office. I walked straight to the counter, because I needed to talk to the nurse.

“Hi, I was wondering if, umm, if I could go in like right now. I'm not feeling well and I can't wait here too umm, too long.” Every word came from my mouth breathy, because I was two seconds from crying.

“Oh okay, honey. Let me see what the doctor is doing.” She turned around and picked up the little phone. “She was eating her lunch, but she said to come on back,” the nurse receptionist said once she got off the phone.

“Thanks so much.” I tried to smile.

I rushed to the back and then got ready for my appointment. As my doctor showed me my baby on the monitor, a few tears were able to escape. Kantwan was supposed to only become better, yet somehow he made a change for the worst. He treated me better when he was just a fuck buddy of mine, but now that he and I were everything but married, he didn't give a fuck. I took the picture that said I would be having my baby in just five months, and then left to go home. I was driving like a bat out of hell, all the way until I got home. As soon as I got into the door, I broke down and cried, sliding down the wall.

“Baby, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Kantwan walked in from the garage, and placed his keys into his pocket. He made his way over to me, and attempted to help me up from the floor.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I barked and he furrowed his brows.

“Why? Is something wrong with the baby? Please tell me nothing—”

“The baby is fine! It's you! You fucked that bitch that I told you I fought? You fucked her and your co-worker?” His mouth opened, but then it closed right back, because he had nothing to say. “I am done with you, Kantwan, it's over.” I sobbed. My face was drenched.

“Cheyla, I'm sorry, baby, come on. I don't know what the fuck was going on with me. I just man, I don't fucking know. I was bugging about some shit I did, and I just did some shit I shouldn't have. Baby, I love you. Fuck!” He sounded so damn dumb.

I just chuckled angrily and then went upstairs. I sat down on the bed, wondering where I could sleep, because being here with this nigga wasn't an option. Kantwan walked his pitiful ass into the bedroom, and sat down next to me as I pondered over my options of where I could go until I got on my feet.

I glanced over at him and then looked away as more tears rushed down my cheeks. I knew this would happen. This is why I didn't want to fall in love. All you did was get attached to people just for them to hurt you. I was stupid enough to not only give in to Kantwan, but I allowed him to get me pregnant. Now here I was with no money, because I wasn't using the shit he'd put into my account, and a baby who would be here in less than six months.

“Cheyla, I don't know what to say, but please don't leave shorty. I promise you this will never happen again. I was tripping, but now I'm good; I'm good and nothing will make me go back to how I was.” I ignored him and then stood up to get my suitcase. I began putting clothes into it, along with some underwear, bras, and baby books I'd bought. “Whoa, wait, where the fuck are you going?”

“I'm leaving you. I told you it's over. There is nothing you can say or do to make me be with you, so please just get the fuck out of my face before you end up like Jersey's father.”

“You ain't going no fucking where.” He stood up and locked the bedroom door, before leaning up against it. “I'd like to see you get past me.”

I admired his handsome face, and then went back to packing. Once I finished, I stood up and walked towards the door. He gave me a look saying to try him, so I looked around the room trying to remember if that was the only door, which I knew it was.

“Kantwan, please let me go,” I sniffled. “Why do you want to keep me here when I don't want to be with you?”

“You didn't wanna be with me when I first met you, but I changed your mind,” he grinned and licked his lips as if that were supposed to make me smile.

“But the difference is that then, I secretly did want to be with you.”

“And you wanna be with me now too, you're just angry and hurt, and I get that. I promised you I would never hurt you and I did. But you have my baby growing inside of you and I know you ain't just over me that quickly. You love me as much as I love you. I haven't shown it in the past couple of months, but like I said, I'm over that. I don't wanna be with anyone else but you, shorty, I swear. I promise if you forgive me it will never happen again.”

He moved closer to me and gripped my face to kiss me. I was crying and trying to move my face, but he was too strong. He kissed my wet lips, and I kicked towards his groin. He caught my leg, and then made me lie down on the bed.

“I wanna leave!” I screamed.

“And I told yo’ ass no! You ain't going no muthafuckin’ where! From now on I'm gonna drop your ass off at school
and
pick you up. And don't think of trying to run either, Cheyla. It'll take me two minutes to find you, and when I do, it'll be hell to pay.”

He sat down on the bed next to me, and I just laid there crying like my life was over. I wanted to leave so badly, but tonight I couldn't. As soon as I got away from him though, I was gone.

I pulled my phone out when he wasn't looking and text Sonny.

Me:
Kantwan is keeping me hostage, and his brothers plan to kill you. Run, please. But let me know where you go, I may need a place to live.

Sonny:
I got you, baby girl, and thanks for the heads up.

Chapter Nine: Raleigh

“Mmm, shit,” I whimpered as Ka’Shea pounded into me under the shower water. His shower contained three showerheads, one up above and two on the sides. The water felt so good against my body as Ka’Shea invaded it with his long, thick dick. “Fuck I love you!” I cried out as I spilled my juices onto him.

“You love me?” he quizzed as he adjusted his strong grip and drilled me like a maniac.

“Yes! Ahh uhhh!”

“Fucckkk shorty,” he groaned right before we came together.

Once he’d caught his breath, he planted kisses all over my neck and collarbone. I was still a bit out of it, and my body felt so damn weak from that orgasm. It took everything out of me it seemed. He finally let me down, and we actually washed off before getting out.

“You don’t have anything to say?” I asked as I wiped my face down with some toner.

“About?”

“What I said.”

There was silence, and I immediately began kicking myself. I should’ve never said what I said, but I couldn’t help the way I was feeling at the moment. I couldn’t help the way I’d been feeling for a while now. Although I dated Sonny longer, I felt stronger for Ka’Shea. He was the man I’d been yearning for, and something I wasn’t getting while with Sonny.

He still hadn’t said anything as he continued to dry himself off, and then spray Axe all over his body. I loved the scent of Axe that he chose. I finished my face routine, and then walked out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the bed using some off brand lotion. I laughed because I remembered him saying he just needed lotion with absolutely no scent, he didn’t give a fuck who made it.

I wanted to talk to him, but I was too embarrassed about admitting my feelings and getting no response. I slipped into my panties and bra, then went to look into my side of the closet that I kept here. It was only a few things since I wasn’t officially moved in; I was just here a lot. After picking out some jean shorts and a simple white t-shirt, I spread lotion all over my body and then put the clothes on. By the time I turned around, Ka’Shea had his gray joggers on, with the band of his boxers showing. He was shirtless and taking down his two French braids, which I knew he would be asking me to fix.

“Would you like some breakfast, Shea? I was gonna make pancakes and an omelet,” I offered after spritzing my body with a few bits of perfume.

My hair was pressed, so I just removed my shower cap and wrap scarf, before brushing it into a long low ponytail. Make up wasn’t my thing really, and on top of that I wasn’t doing anything today but chilling. Because I despised my call center job so, I cherished the days off that I got. Yeah, I had my inheritance that was more than enough for me to live off of, but living off of it made me feel some type of way. I felt as if I was walking the same pathway my mother took if I chose to solely live on my father’s money. In addition to that, having to get up and work for something made me feel good… sometimes.

“Yeah, that’s cool.” He scrolled on his phone. “I will eat when I get back, I have to make a run.”

“Sure, okay.”

I left out, and as I was cracking the eggs for the omelet, I heard the alarm ding letting me know he’d left out. For some reason I wanted to cry, because I felt like I pushed him away by admitting my love for him. Yeah, I know we’d only been together for some months, but those months were bliss and we spent every damn day together. There wasn’t a day that I didn’t see him, have breakfast, lunch, or dinner with him, and sleep next to him. He was a busy guy, but we never went a full day without seeing or speaking. He stayed face timing me and texting me, and vice versa. What did he expect? He dicked me down phenomenally, showed me attention, was sexy as fuck, and possessed everything else you could want from a man, and yet he expected me not to fall in love? Niggas.