Rescued By the Love of a Real One 2

Toy

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 28 février 2019
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648541001
• Langue: English

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1

Ty’Kym



“O pen your mouth. Don’t give me any back talk either, just open your mouth, so I can slide it in. I know you know how to do that, right? Of course, you do, that’s what you’re used to. That’s why you felt the need to keep playing with my WIFE, even after I told you to leave her alone,” I told Modella
“Ty, I—”
She tried to say something, but I shoved the gun in her mouth. I didn’t want to hear shit she had to say anyway. I wasn’t there for conversation; I was just there for her to hear me talk.
“Shut the fuck up, I came here for one reason only, and that’s for me to look you in the face and tell you once and for all. Keep playing with me, and I will kill you like I never had you swallowing my kids before. The only reason you’re getting another warning is that if you turn up dead, my wife is gonna be more pissed at me than she already is. I guess you should thank her the next time you see her. But, hold up. If you talk to her, Imma kill you,” I said just before hitting her in the head with the butt of the gun.
She fell to the ground then I grabbed her foot and pulled her into the apartment. Kicking the door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket. I called Michelle and hoped that she would answer.
“Hello,” she finally answered.
“Babygirl, I just want you to know that I’m here at this bitch’s apartment. See, she’s still alive and all that,” I said before moving the phone so she could see her on the screen.
I thought that this would help me get out of the dog house. She had to see that I didn’t have to kill or hurt everybody. The crazy thing was, I hadn’t done too much since we’d been together, but let her tell it, I was the worst nigga walking. I stood there with the phone pointed to Modella, waiting to hear what my wife had to say. I should’ve known this wasn’t gonna go the way I wanted it to.
“If you kill her, you’re gonna get in trouble. All of this isn’t worth that,” she said.
“You’re worth more than this cum guzzling bitch’s life. If I have to kill her or ten other motherfuckers to keep you safe by my side, then that’s what I’m gonna fucking do. I don’t care if Mufasa brings his ass back from the dead, I’ll kill that nigga again for you. I know you’re going on that bullshit ass trip with your sister, but don’t have me out there killing big dick island motherfuckers behind you. Have a great trip and don’t get anybody killed,” I said and ended the call.
“You love that bitch?” Modella asked me.
“You’re the only bitch I know, so no, I don’t love bitches. I love that woman I just got off the phone with, though. I love her so much that you’ll get to live another day. Don’t forget what I said. No more chances. Don’t make me kill your ass. Oh, and tell your cousin that once my brother gets out of his feelings, his ass is gonna die too,” I told her as I looked at her on the floor.
I got up to walk back out the door. “Did you hear that, bitch boy? You and your cousin are on the clock. Both of y’all are too fucking stupid to understand that this is a warning!” I yelled before walking out of the door.
See, I didn’t go to see Modella to kill her. Well, not today anyway. With Michelle not talking to me like she was, I needed to do something to get her mind back around the fact that she’s still my wife at the end of the day. The argument was way less complicated than she was making it out to be. That’s one reason I didn’t do relationships; women always complicated shit. I was fine with Michelle doing it, though. If it were anybody else, I would’ve been cut them off.
My phone rang, and I answered it, hoping everything would start coming my way.
“Yeah,” I answered as I got in my car.
“I’ve got everything booked for you and two other people. Your rooms are down the hallway from theirs. They get in that afternoon, and y’all will get there that night, a few hours later. There is supposed to be some soul fest concert that night, and I can bet that they’ll be there. It’s up to you how you play it,” Jimmy told me.
“Okay, cool, so I guess your ass needs to pack because you’re coming with us,” I told him.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna get me some island pussy. I’m always game for it,” he said and laughed.
Jimmy was the only other person I trusted these days. My list had gotten short as fuck since the shooting. I should’ve asked Modella’s ass about the shooting, but not really. I needed her to think that we didn’t know she had something to do with it. Right now, she thought I wanted her head because of the shit she was doing to Michelle. Her dumb ass probably really thought she got away with the shit.
I had to go check on my brother and to tell him to get his shit together for the trip. I got to his spot and took a deep breath because he had been ducking my calls and shit since everything went down with his wife. Walking into the house, I expected him to be laid out drunk somewhere. KJ was in school, so there was no telling what I was about to see. I heard moans coming from one of the rooms down the hall. Once I walked in the room, I saw him laid back with a blunt hanging out of his mouth and getting some head by some half naked bitch.
“Yo, bro, this what you on now?” I asked as I stood in the doorway.
“Yup. A nigga like me is single as fuck, and a little backed up,” he said, still smoking the blunt.
Old girl looked like she was working hard, but the way he was just chilling, she wasn’t doing a damn thing.
“Yo, shorty, get out,” I said. She looked up at Kylan, expecting him to say something.
“What the hell you looking at me for? I guess you follow directions like you suck dick, not worth a damn. I didn’t even pay your ass, and I want my damn money back. Get the hell up, so I can talk to this nigga and go find a bitch with better head skills,” Kylan told her.
“What type of shit is this?” she asked him.
This nigga stuck his foot in her mouth. I’m not talking a toe or two; he stuck all five toes in her mouth.
“I guess you only listen halfway worth shit if something is in your mouth. Check it out, when I take my foot out, you’re gonna get up, get your shit, and GET THE FUCK OUT. Nod your head if you understand,” he said, and she nodded. “When you get home, you need to YouTube how to properly suck a dick because your skills are less than remedial, baby girl,” he told her as he slid his toes out of her mouth.
She scrambled around the room getting her stuff together. Her ass didn’t bother to put clothes on or nothing; she just fast walked her ass past me. Once I heard the door close, I let the laugh out that I had been holding.
“Come in the living room and talk to me after you take a damn shower,” I said before walking away.
Twenty minutes later, he came down with a smirk on his face.
“What you doing here?” he asked.
“I need you to get packed. We leave the day after tomorrow,” I told him.
“What time do we leave?” he asked.
“You’re not gonna ask where we’re going?” I asked him.
“Who do you have to watch KJ and Lil Man?” he asked.
“One of Nichelle’s friends is keeping the boys. She had already agreed to keep Marquez. I just added some money for her to agree to take KJ too,” I told him.
He shrugged.
“What time do we need to be at the airport?” he asked.
“Seven in the morning. You’re still not gonna ask where we’re going?” I said.
“Nah, I don’t give a fuck where we’re going. KJ is good, so I’m good. I know you won’t let them stay with some stupid ass hood chick. If you trust her with the lil guys, then I do too. Get the fuck out so I can go to sleep. I’m sure you’re gonna have me knee deep in some shit. Your black ass doesn’t just travel for nothing. I hope Michelle ain’t like Tonette’s thot ass. She’s the only good chick I know that’s breathing,” he said and walked back to his room.
I left the condo hoping and praying that Michelle wasn’t out there doing some shit to make me break her pelvis with my dick.
2

Michelle



“T his is a small ass airport,” Nichelle said as we made our way to the long ass line for customs.
The Punta Cana Airport was small compared to any airport in the US. There were two machines set up to x-ray luggage. It seemed odd, but I had to remember we were no longer in the states. We were now in the Dominican Republic. It was hot as hell as I tried to think about anything besides Ty’Kym and the fact that I hadn’t heard from Mark. I tried to call him before we left so he could pick up Marquez, but he had disappeared on my ass. We ended up getting one of Nichelle’s coworkers to keep my heartbeat for us.
“Will you stop thinking about Marquez? He’s fine. Shonda is gonna be expecting our call when we get to the resort. One phone call a day that’s what we agreed to,” she reminded me. “Say cheese,” Nichelle said as she held up her phone.
We posed for our first selfie of the sistercation before we walked out with our luggage rolling behind us.
“Beautiful ladies, welcome to our beautiful island. My name is Javier. Which resort will you lovely ladies be staying at while you’re here?” the driver said.
“We’re staying at Ocean Blue and Sand. Is there a place we can exchange our money?” I asked.
“We accept American money here. No need to exchange. Are you ladies all-inclusive for your stay?” he asked.
“That’s the only way to be,” Nichelle said. We laughed together and slapped our palms.
We were there to have fun, and that’s exactly what we were going to do. Everything back home was still going to be there when we got back. Nobody there knew us, and we didn’t know them. We could act like pure tee asses the whole week and not have to worry about shit.
“I know you ladies have some very mad husbands at home,” the driver said, obviously flirting.
“Not m