Thug Matrimony (29 page)

“Of course. I know you’re going to let me enjoy my bath.”

“You on my time now. Come on out, I got sumthin nice for you.”

“I’m coming.”

“Yeah, you can bet on that.” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes and hit the lever to let the water out. Snatching a towel off the rack, she stepped onto the marble floor and began to dry off. She slowly began to moisturize her skin with some Victoria Secret’s Strawberry Delight. After she fixed her hair and applied some lip gloss she went into her purse and pulled out a glass vial. She slowly poured the oil onto her fingertips and carefully massaged it onto her neck, nipples, navel, and all over her toes. She carefully closed the vial and dropped it back into the secret compartment in her purse, then washed her hands thoroughly. She slipped on her stilettos and stepped into her matching bra, thong, and robe. Glad to be placing all of her belongings together, she looked at herself once more in the mirror, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Kaylin, Kajuan, Omar, and Bo were on their way to Miami. The hour-and-a-half plane ride wasn’t moving fast enough for
Kaylin. They all had to stash their heat, instead of taking a chance bringing it with them. Pras said he had all that they needed.

“I’m still in shock, yo,” Kaylin confessed.

“I know. He called Mickey Reyes daddy.” Kajuan laughed.

“Not that, man. My wife!” Kaylin was pacing back and forth like a caged animal, making everybody antsy.

Finally Kajuan couldn’t take any more and yelled out, “
Chigado carnal, porque no te sientas tu puta, madre.”

“Don’t tell me to sit my fuckin’ ass down. Fuck this marriage shit! I had a baby with this bitch! Why? Why she gonna make me take her out? I hope I catch them lying on top of each other. I want one bullet to go through both of them and explode in both of their guts.” He was looking crazy and no one said a word.

“Damn.” Snake lusted. “My, my, my, you are still so … beautiful. Turn around, let me look at you some more.” She turned around slowly. “Look at them long, sexy legs. I miss them sumthin terrible.”

She sauntered over to the bar and poured herself a glass of white zinfandel. “You want a drink?”

“Nah, baby girl. The last bitch that fixed me sumthin tried to poison and kill my ass. You ain’t gonna get me twice.”

“Are you sure about that?” She winked at him.

“Oh, I’m sure.”

Angel looked him over. His feet were bare … still nice. He had on a pair of silk pajama pants and his chest was bare. Rock-hard abs, muscular arms and shoulders. A little gray was beginning to dot his curly hair. That damn ugly-ass eye patch. It gave her the creeps. She drank that glass and turned to pour another one.

He stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and clamped a diamond tennis bracelet around her wrist. “I got this for you.” He held her tight.

“You shouldn’t have,” she said dryly.

“Strawberries. You remembered.” He inhaled his favorite scent on her skin.

Oh, God, please help me get through this,
she prayed. Her hands were trembling, causing the drink to splash over her fingers. She felt his dick harden and knew that, at this moment, there was no turning back.

“You don’t miss me a little bit?” He was getting more aggressive, his hands sliding over her like an octopus.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

“Why? Go ahead and say it. That nigga ain’t here.” He took her hand and led her over to the couch. He leaned over to kiss her.

“No, Keenan, I’m not ready to kiss you yet. We’re fucking on the couch?”

“Baby, we’re gonna fuck all over this house. But yeah, this is where it’s gonna start.”

“Take off my shoes, then.” He was still kissing her neck and squeezing her ass. “Keenan.” She pushed him away, smiling. “Why are you in such a hurry?” She sat down on the couch. “Take them off.”

He knelt down on the floor and slowly unstrapped her stilletos. “I wanted to fuck you in these,” he told her.

“Only Kaylin gets to fuck me in these. You lost that privilege when you left me. I want you to suck my toes, Keenan. Suck them how you used to. Do you remember?”

He grinned. “Of course I do. And don’t say that punk’s name again in my house.” He took off the other shoe, looked at her feet, and smiled. She leaned back onto the couch, placing one foot on his shoulder, and with the other one she ran her toes across his lips. He gently took her heel and began to slowly suck her toes. She closed her eyes and imagined that it was Kaylin. Her pussy was actually getting hot. “Mmm, that feels nice,” she moaned. Snake was stroking his dick while sucking her toes. When she finally had enough, she said, “C’mon, Daddy, suck my
nipples.” He wasted no time in obeying her wish and began kissing his way up her legs, stopping at her panties. “No, Daddy, we got all night for that. Isn’t that what you told me? I need you to suck my nipples.” She slipped out of the robe and gently peeled off the see-through bra, giving him a little show. She grabbed his head and pulled him up toward her nipples. “This is my night, isn’t it?”

He moaned, “Yes.”

“Then suck them real good. This is what you’ve been waiting for, Daddy. Make my pussy dripping wet. Suck them. Mmmmm … yes, just like that,” she purred. “Shit, yes!” She was imagining that he was Kaylin. “Suck them, Daddy, real good.”

He sucked until her breathing told him that she was ready for more. He reached down and yanked off her panties.

“Awww, shit. You know how … long … I’ve … been … dreaming … about … this?” he said in between kisses trailing down her stomach and stopping to lick her navel. She giggled as she held his head there, forcing him to lick and suck some more. He ran his nose all around her pussy and then began to lay his head game down. Once he got with Angel, her pussy was the only pussy he would eat. He felt her grab on to his head and arch her back.

“Ohhhhhh,” she squealed, exciting him more as he lapped at her clit. “Oh, shit … this … oh, baby … oh, eat this … pussy … Kaylin—”

His head bobbed up. “What the fuck did you call me?”
Plop.
Not giving her a chance to respond he punched her in the face and then raised his fist to punch her again. She kneed him in the nuts, but couldn’t get them good enough.

“You bitch!”

That brought her enough time to roll onto the floor. He grabbed her foot as she tried to crawl away. “Keenan, stop!” she screamed. Her jaw was starting to feel numb from his punch. He pulled her to him and punched her again … and again. “Keenan, stop it, please! I hate … you!”

“Fuck, you gonna call me some other nigga’s name! I’ll kill yo’ ass, bitch!”

“What is the matter with you, Keenan? Why … are you shocked? I told you … I don’t want you,” she screamed as she tried to protect herself from his blows. She broke loose and could feel her eye swelling shut. She crawled as fast as she could but ran smack into a cabinet. “Owww!” Her head felt as if someone hit her with a pipe.

Snake reached her and they began trading blows. He was running out of fuel and she was fucking him up. He sensed that he was getting weaker and he was beginning to see doubles.

“What did you do to me, bitch?”

“I poisoned your stupid ass.” She smiled a bloody smile.

He lunged at her and she backed up against the cabinet and it came tumbling down. Glass went everywhere and trophies slid across the floor.

“I’ma kill you, bitch.” He was still coming after her.

“Not if I kill you first, punk faggot. Oh, shit,” she groaned as a piece of glass pricked her hand. “God, that shit is supposed to have him going into convulsions by now,” she mumbled. She crawled over shards of glass, cutting her knees and hands even more. She grabbed a trophy and swung it backward, slapping him across the head with it.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” He fell backward. “I … can’t … breathe.”

She crawled over to him and banged him over the head, much harder this time around. Then again, again, and again. She zoned out as she kept hammering the trophy against his skull, oblivious of her surroundings. She didn’t even feel Kaylin lift her up.

“Red.”

“Get away from me! Don’t touch me. Stay away!” She held the blood-and-flesh covered trophy out as if it were a gun. Her chest heaved up and down.

“Stay away from me … leave me alone. I hate you.” She swung the trophy at Kaylin. “I dream about you. I hear your voice in my head. Stay away from me.”

“It’s me, Angel,” Kaylin said softly but with force.

“Stay away from me. Leave me alone.” She stared at him with a crazed look in her eyes.

He couldn’t believe what looked to have just taken place. “Give me a minute, yo,” he yelled to everyone without turning around and taking his eyes off his wife.

Omar, Bo, Pras, and Kajuan backed out of the front door, which never was locked. They had walked right in on the action ready to go to battle. Now sympathy covered their faces.

“Baby, it’s me. Kaylin. Put the trophy down. It’s over. He won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“No?” she said, in a childlike voice. She kept shaking her head no.

“Yes, baby, it’s over.” He wanted to grab her and take her into his arms. One of her eyes was swollen. The other eye was bruised. Her lips were bleeding, as well as her knees and hands, and she was naked.

“Angel, it’s me, Kaylin.”

“Angel!” Carmen came bursting into the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw how her sister looked. Then she looked over at Snake on the floor in a bloodied mess and she started screaming. She ran over to him. “Keenan, baby, get up. Keenan, please get up. What did you do to him?” she screamed at Angel. “I know you did this! You bitch! What did you do to him?”

Angel dropped the trophy and ran over to Carmen. “It’s over, baby sister. He’s gone now. He won’t hurt you anymore. You’re free now. Mommy said for you to come home, you’re in trouble.”

“Nooooo!” she screamed. “You bitch! Why did you hurt him? Oh God, why?” Angel went to hug her and Carmen smacked her across the face and pushed her away, causing Angel to snap out of that daze that had her stuck on shock. Angel cocked her head to the side and that steely gaze caused Carmen and Kaylin both to take a few steps back. Angel lunged toward Carmen, who
quickly reached in her bag and pulled out her heater. Angel grabbed it and they tusseled and before Kaylin could break them up the gun went off.

“Oh, shit,” he groaned. Everyone had run back inside and was staring. “Oh, shit!” he groaned again. Both girls were frozen stiff. “Red, baby, don’t do this to me,” he panicked.

“Noooo,” Angel cried out. “Oh God … no.” Carmen fell back onto the floor, eyes wide open.

“Damn,” Omar mumbled.

Angel was holding on to the gun real tight as she stared at Carmen. Kaylin, relieved, pried it loose from her fingers. He stood over Snake and shot him in the head one time … and again. Just to be sure that he was really dead.

All of the men immediately put on gloves and began going through the house. Kaylin grabbed the robe and put it around a shell-shocked Angel. She was shivering and was staring into space.

Pras immediately took charge. “Get her in the car, man. Me and my peeps got this.” Two white dudes came in with duffel bags. “We’ll handle the bodies and then we’re gonna torch the place.”

“Here’s Angel’s garment bag and I think this is her purse and suitcase.” Bo held them up.

Kaylin threw Angel over his shoulder and took her out. Bo, Kajuan, and Omar were behind them.

“Later.” Pras smirked.

“Later, nigga,” Bo said.

Two weeks after all the drama

Angel, the baby, her mother, Kyra, and Jaz all flew to Mykonos. Angel hadn’t expected to be back to her prehoneymoon spot so soon, but felt that this was the only place that would help her get her mind right. This getaway was more of a healing for Angel and her mother.

Two days before their trip they had a small, private burial service for Carmen’s cremated remains. It was reported to the police that she was shot, possibly by a third party, and then the house was deliberately set ablaze with Snake’s body included. The police had no suspects but the investigation was still open.

Kaylin stepped into his in-house studio at Game Over Records. Papi had been holed up in there for the last ten days. He looked and smelled horrible. He was in a zone, so Kaylin instructed everyone to leave him alone. He was writing and had sent for two producers. Another album was almost completed.

Kaylin set the Chinese food containers down next to him. “Papi, what up? You all right? I brought you some vittles. Why don’t you take a break?” he suggested, glad that he finally caught him alone.

Papi looked up at him and said, “Boss man, what day is this?”

“It’s Wednesday. Eat sumthin, man. What you living off of, the air?” he joked.

Papi grinned. “I’m on a roll, yo. This album … the people are really gonna feel it. Yo, you think the first one was off the chain! Well, on that one I was hungry, real hungry, no doubt. And that’s what came across. This one … I’m in pain. I never felt like this before. Boss man, when I was a shorty I was thinking that my moms purposely kept me away from my pops.” He reached for the Chinese food. “Until one day, a man walked up to me and said he was my father. Then at that moment I remembered how excited I felt. But that quickly turned to dissapointment, to anger, and then to me feeling overwhelmed. My dad kept it gully, even way back then. He let me know that he loved me and my moms and always will. But being the man he knew that he had to be, he couldn’t be with us the way he wanted to. It was for our safety and for his loyalty to
la familia.
He explained to me that
la familia
didn’t want him to be with a black Jamaican woman. Their ways were old-school ways. But he loved her, but again his
loyalty was to la familia. It was la familia’s business first. He snuck around to see us for a while. Then one day he stopped coming.” Papi choked up.

“We just stared kicking it last year. I was enjoying that shit just like a little kid, yo. I was making up for lost time. Two nights a week, when he came into the city, I would get a couple of hours with him. Then one night, while I’m in the shower, bam!” He pointed his finger like a gun and shot into the air three times. “They shot him three times. They killed
mi padre
right in my living room. Ironic, huh? I know they did it. The
la familia
did it. They didn’t even have the decency to invite me and
mi madre
to the funeral….”