Forbidden Love With a Thug III (18 page)

All this time I ignored my brother and refused to talk to him. I wished I had known his time here would be cut short, because I wouldn't have made him suffer so long. My thoughts caused tears to drip from my eyes again, as Kill sucked and licked between my legs. It felt good, but I was in no mood. I laid there silent, lost in my thoughts as he made love to my box with his mouth. Holding my legs apart, he really got in there, making me arch my back slightly.

“Mmm,” I moaned subtly, almost inaudible as I came.

“I haven't tasted you in a while, I miss you,” he whispered before diving back in.

I wasn't sure I could continue to be with a man who would betray me in such a way.

Chapter Ten: Kantwan

A couple days later…

I pulled up to the house that bitch Miami lived in, ready to take care of her. She was dumb enough to invite Rachel and I over to fuck, but then ran her mouth to my girl like it was cool. I admit I'd been on some other shit lately, but I was done with that. I loved Cheyla, and for a minute I got caught up in my status, and the new high caliber of bitches in my pathway. The old me wouldn't have touched Miami with a ten foot pole, but I was twisted, horny, feeling neglected, and in the mood to do some freaky shit. I would pay whatever to be able to go back in time and right my wrongs, but that wasn't how life worked. I could only pray that my baby forgave me, because I couldn't lose her. I loved her more than anything, but I knew she didn't believe any of it.

“Can you just take me to Jersey's?” she requested as we sat outside in the car.

I told Cheyla she couldn't go anywhere, but her ass didn't listen. I dropped her off at school one morning, and she tried to catch the bus to Linwood, a city in Pennsylvania. As soon as her ass hopped off that fucking bus, guess who was waiting on that ass. She almost jumped out of her skin when she walked her pregnant ass off that bus and saw me. She wasn't going nowhere and I meant that shit. So, since she didn't listen, I made her go everywhere with me. If I had a meeting, she came too, and just sat in the other room with Rogue’s twin brother and partner, Race. When she went to class, I sat outside of every got damn one until she was finished, and if I couldn’t, Race did.

“Why would you even ask that when you know the answer, shorty?” I frowned, irritated by her.

“I hate you, Kantwan, I just wanna be alone for a bit. I can't think being around you all the time. Doing this is not gonna make me want to be with you!” she shouted.

“What will make you forgive me, Cheyla? Huh? Tell me? I will do anything, but let you leave. Just tell me what the fuck I have to do to make sure that we don't break up? I miss being cool with you. I miss loving on you and shit, and I especially miss being inside you.” I kissed her cheek and neck. I felt her tears hit my cheek, as she silently cried. Rubbing her belly, I continued to ask her what I needed to do.

“You need to give me some time and space, Kantwan. You cheated on me, and I'm sure more than once, while I'm pregnant with your baby. You left me home alone so you could go out and live freely. That's obviously what you'd rather be doing, so I'm giving you a chance to do that,” she sniffled and nudged me.

“But I'm telling you I don't want that, Cheyla! I thought I did, but I don't! I was tripping, I admit that, but I'm good! I did some shit that had me on one, on top of other things that were fucking with me! Then I couldn't even come home and talk to you about it, because you were too busy being Kilexis' number one fucking cheerleader! The fact that I was dealing with some shit is no excuse for my actions I know, but I'm trying to make you understand why I did what the fuck I did!”

“Don't blame me.” She shook her head.

“I'm not blaming you. I'm just letting you know, baby, that I love you, but I need you to have my back. I need you to care a little bit more than you do. I don't feel like you really are for me sometimes. I feel like you're only about me when it's convenient for you. I have sacrificed and even put my life on the line for you, and sometimes I just need to know that if it came down to us being against the world, you would be with me. I know you say it, but I don't see it in your actions, shorty, and I'm just being honest. I love you more than anything in this world, and I would die, kill, and do a bid for you, but I need to see that it's worth it.”

“I tried, Kantwan!” She broke down and dropped her head into her hands.

“I know, baby, I know you were trying and that's why I'm still trying to do this with you.” I leaned over to hug her. “Maybe we need to get away together or something.” I kissed her forehead.

“I just need some time, Kantwan,” she sobbed into my chest. “You broke my heart and I can't even look at you right now. I need to be alone!”

As much as I didn't want to let her little ass go, I knew if I wanted the slightest chance of getting her back, I would have to. I was afraid that she would flee, and if she did a nigga would go crazy. It'd be easy for me to find her, but I didn't want to spend my years keeping her in a relationship she didn't want to be in. I knew we were meant to be, and once she cleared her head, she would return. But I can't hold her hostage anymore, because I ain't even getting the outcome that I'd hoped for by doing so.

“Okay, baby, you wanna go to a hotel? Or you wanna stay in my old parent's home for free?”

“I like free,” she responded and I chuckled.

“I was gonna go in there and kill Miami tonight, but I guess I shouldn't. It's my fault I was doing dirt and got caught,” I sighed.

“We're at Miami's?” She looked out of the window, and then back at me. I just nodded in response. “You were gonna kill her for me?”

“Yeah, shorty, but I'm not gonna do that. She doesn’t deserve to die because she's a hoe and a snitch. But look, I already told Kill to put Rachel in another position or to fire her. I know you don't want me working with her anymore.”

“Nope.”

“I love you.”

“Take me home to get some clothes please.”

I kissed her cheek and then cranked the car. I took her to the house where she packed a bag and then I drove her to my parent’s home. I had cameras and security systems installed since I was rarely there, but I was now gonna use it to make sure Cheyla wasn't entertaining. I let her in the house and then she went into the bedroom, which I followed.

“This is where we made love the first time,” I chuckled. She said nothing as she began removing her toiletries from her bag. I came and hugged her from behind, inhaling the passion fruit scent she always smelled like. “I love you, baby, I promise I will never do anything to hurt you again,” I whispered. I could feel her body jerking very subtly, so I knew she was crying.

“Please, Kantwan,” she cried.

“Aight,” I sighed and let her go, before walking out of the house.

I peeled down my street, and then decided to stop at the store since I was craving some Sweet Chili Doritos. Getting out of the car, I closed the door behind me and hit the alarm.

POP! POP! POP!

Three bullets flew into me, one to the shoulder blade, one hitting my arm, and the other in my rib cage. I fell back onto my car, and then climbed back in before anymore bullets could hit me. I heard a few people screaming as I fumbled with my iPhone. I dialed 911, and before the operator could even finish her greeting I was talking.

“Aye, I've been shot. I'm on umm fuck.” My mind was fucking up as I bled all over my seats. I couldn’t remember where I was for shit.

“Sir! What is your name?”

“Kantwan, aaahh, Kantwan Camren!”

“Okay, where are you, sir? Hello! Hello! Mr. Camren! Mr….”

Chapter Ten: Ivy

The next day…

Elijah and I were just getting home from seeing Kantwan in the hospital. Cheyla was crying her eyes out, and I felt so bad for her. He was doing okay, and we were just happy he was strong enough to be able to call 911. I don't even know why the fuck he was over in Hilltop to begin with. Niggas moved out of the hood to prevent shit like this from happening, yet stayed visiting.

“I'm happy he's okay, but I'm just upset because we've been slipping.” Elijah plopped down on the couch in the den, and then put my feet into his lap.

I'd just come from lying down a knocked out Donovan upstairs in his bed. My baby was getting bigger now, and could talk well enough to beg Elijah for a bed. I didn't want him to grow up, but of course I had no control over that.

“Slipping on what?” I frowned.

“Finding Sonny,” he replied, catching me off guard.

“Why would you need to catch Sonny? What does he have to do with this?”

“He is the one who had Kantwan shot, Ivy. Someone from his crew got snatched up by Kill and he admitted it. He'd been staying in Linwood, but when we got there his place was cleaned out. We don't know where the fuck he is.”

“Linwood? As in Pennsylvania's Linwood?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe Portland knows where Sonny is. He and I haven't talked in a bit, but I'm sure if he sees me calling he will answer. I don't wanna give Sonny up, but if he's setting people up, he needs to be handled.”

Cheyla would try to whoop my ass if she were hearing me say this shit. But then again, her brother had her baby daddy shot, so she would have to feel some type of way about Sonny once she finds out.

“That's the thing, ma, we can't exactly use Portland for any information.”

“Please tell me he hasn't fled with Sonny's dumb ass.”

“Well, not exactly. Baby remember when Kilexis got shot? Well that was actually a person paid by Portland to kill me. He wasn't too good obviously, because all he did was injure Kill.”

“How do you know this? Portland doesn't do shit like that! He's a jack boy and nothing else, Elijah.”

“Dante, Axel's son told us. And we had to take care of him and his baby mama, Ivy.”

I gasped as I searched Elijah's eyes, waiting for him to say Portland survived. He lied to my fucking face. I asked his stupid ass if he was coming for Portland and he told me no. He lied to me and then proceeded to tell me he loved me. I just kept shaking my head ‘no’ as he stared into my eyes with a worried expression. Snatching my feet from his hands, I stood up to stare down at him.

“I asked you—”

“I know, Ivy, and coincidentally I had just done it that night.” He got up and tried to touch me, but I moved back.

“You killed him and then got in the bed with me like it was nothing? And then Breesha? She was pregnant, you callous fuck!” I hollered and chucked the remote at his head. He ducked and then walked towards me like it was nothing.

“I know, and that wasn't a part of the plan. Niggas don't usually bring their women to the traps, but he did. She saw me kill Portland, so Kilexis had to get her. Ivy, it was either me or him, ma, and that's on everything. We all tried to spare that nigga because of you, Raleigh, and Jersey, but he just wouldn't quit while he was ahead. He would've killed me that day in the restaurant had he hired someone who knew what the fuck they were doing, Ivy.”

“What am I supposed to tell Donovan when he gets older huh? That the man I'm with murdered his father behind my back? Huh! Let me know!” I screamed.

“No! You tell him that his father is right here!” He pointed into his chest. “You tell him that I killed that fucking sperm donor, because that is all that he was! And that I tried! I tried Ivy, I really did! There were so many times where I wanted to end his fucking life, but I didn't because of you, Jersey, Raleigh, and little man. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't quite done anything to me. But having me shot at, during a time he knew I would be relaxed and caught off guard? Come on now?”

There was silence in the room as we started at one another with intense glares. I was angry at him for killing Portland behind my back, and he was angry with me for not caring that Portland could’ve killed him. We were both right, which made everything so fiery.

“I'm sorry, Eli, I know it must've been hard for you to keep him alive, and I thank you for trying. And I also thank you for taking me from him, and being a father to my son. I'm sorry about my reaction, I was just surprised. But if he had have gotten you that day, I would've wanted him to be dead anyway.”

“You mean that?” He looked to me, but was still scowling a bit.

“Yes, I mean that. I told you I love you, not him. I wanna be with you and not him. If it comes down to choosing, you will always win over him. I love you, Eli, and whatever you choose to do I will be behind you.”

He pulled me closer, and I draped my arms over his shoulders. We darted our tongues into one another's mouths, and let them dance with one another. I hated that Portland had to die, but to be honest I would rather him go than the man I loved. Elijah was a better father to Donovan anyway, and if he had to choose, I'm sure his choice would be the same as mine.

As Elijah led me upstairs, my mind drifted to Jersey. No wonder her ass had been M.I.A and not talking to anyone. I couldn't blame her for not telling me about her brother, because I'm sure she was grieving. As for Raleigh, I'm not too sure why she said nothing, but I feel it was Elijah's job to tell me since he's the one who put a bullet in him.

As for that hoe, Breesha, I feel bad for the innocent unborn, but that bitch got exactly what any bitch deserved when they decided to ride for a nigga like Portland. He was nothing but trouble, and that's the only thing he could bring the woman in his life. Letting her have Portland was the greatest revenge on her that I could've gotten. Bitch.