Page 8 of Back in Blood

“You need to lower your fucking voice. That shit was an accident.”

“Accident or not, that was somebody’s child. How do you think they feel?”

“Man, I don’t fucking know!” Sintonio pulled at his hair with both hands. “You’re supposed to be riding with me, and it damn sure doesn’t feel like it. You think I meant to do that shit?”

“Whether you meant to do it or not, it’s done. And I’m supposed to be riding with you?” I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. “You’re supposed to be riding with me, yet I’m dealing with one of the hardest times of my life alone. And I feel like a whole lot of money was wasted because something is telling me we’re not getting married.” Even though my intuition made me feel strongly that that the wedding was off, I still waited on Sin’s response with bated breath.

“I don’t know about all that right now. My focus for the moment is staying free. How can I be a husband or even a father if I’m behind bars? We can go to the courthouse, but all that lavish shit is dead.”

I stood up and walked out of the house. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones but in that moment, I hated Sintonio. I hated that I was engaged to him, and I hated that I waspregnant by him. Tons of money wasted with most of that money belonging to me. All the effort that was put into planning a wedding, and he suggested we go to the courthouse? I was beyond done. So done that as he stood out on the porch and called my name, I acted like I didn’t hear him. I raced out of the dirt driveway so fast I almost swiped the mailbox. I sped off with a racing heart. I wanted to open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to punch something. The desire to punch made me think of Capri, and my heart sank further. I felt his pain on so many levels, and the fact that my man was the cause of it made me sick to my stomach. I didn’t know how things were going to turn out but unless a miracle occurred for me, things would never be the same and not in a good way.

Capri and his child’s mother’s lives would never be the same either. Lately, I found myself praying more for them than I prayed for myself. I knew Sintonio would never intentionally hurt a child, but one was no longer alive, and it was because of his stupid choices. I couldn’t even blame Tay. Sintonio was a grown man, and he made his own decisions. I was stumped as to how I wasn’t dehydrated because the amount of tears I’d shed in the past few days were unreal. My voice was almost gone from crying so much, and my eyes felt permanently swollen. My fairy tale had turned into a nightmare too fast for my liking.

It felt as if my son was doing somersaults in my belly, and I smiled through my tears as I placed one hand on my stomach. His movement was a gentle reminder that he was most important. My heart bled for Capri’s child, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Sintonio was a grown man that made his choice. My son was helpless, and he needed all of my energy and strength. If I had to choose, it would be my son hands down every time. Sintonio wasn’t going to stress me out and neither was a wedding that probably wouldn’t happen. I’d choose my son over all of it, and so just like that, the tears driedup. I refused to do anything to put him in harm’s way, and I couldn’t let my blood pressure get out of control.

The stressing had to stop immediately. Only God knew what was to come for me, and I had to have faith that it would all work out the way that it was supposed to.

CHAPTER 5

CAPRI

Three months later…

“Oh my God! Capriiiiiiiiiiiii!” Kenya’s moans came out in grunts as I pounded into her from behind. The noise was irritating because her voice rose several octaves with each thrust. I was well endowed and showing her pussy no mercy. All the anger and pent up aggression that I had inside of me was being taken out on her vagina. She tried to run, but I grabbed her waist and held her firmly in place as I continued to fuck her savagely.

I gritted my teeth together as I concentrated on busting a nut. I’d been in the pussy for too long. It wasn’t unusual for me to last a long time when I was drinking, but Kenya’s pussy wasn’t the wettest, she couldn’t take dick, and her shrieks weren’t turning me on. The only thing that was bringing me pleasure was knowing that I was violating Dolph’s bitch the same way he violated mine.

“I can’t take it, baby. It’s too big. Oh my Godddddddd,” Kenya whined, and I pulled out of her with a frown on my face.

She turned around as I snatched the condom off. “Can you suck it?” I damn near snapped annoyed with her childish ass.

Kenya didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth, and I peered down at her with a glower on my face. Thankfully, her dicksucking skills were way better than her sexual skills, and in a matter of seconds, the scowl was melting off my face. She deep throated me, and I closed my eyes while fisting a handful of her braids. At least her ass was good for something. Thrusting my hips, I fucked her face and even when she began to gag, she didn’t run from fellatio the way she ran from my strokes. Kenya gave me wet, sloppy head until I was shooting my seeds down her throat, and that was even better. I hoped she went home and kissed Dolph with my dick on her breath.

Kenya cleaned her saliva off my penis with a lustful gleam in her eyes. When she was done, I hopped in the shower and cleaned my body as quickly as possible before putting my clothes back on.

“I have to go. I’m sure Dolph will be home soon.” Kenya’s head angled to the left. “You going to tell me why you and he are no longer friends? He refuses to talk about it.”

I had only entertained Kenya when I saw her in the bar because I wanted to do to Dolph what he did to me. I bought her a few drinks and was nice and polite but now that the deed was done, I wanted her the fuck out my face. It was nothing personal, but since I lost my child, I didn’t have the patience for people. I couldn’t tolerate them. Even at my places of business, when I showed my face, I only dealt directly with one or two people. I’d shut myself in my office, and I didn’t want to be bothered if it wasn’t about money. I didn’t want to hear about requests for time off or any other trivial problem that my managers could handle.

I had indeed changed since losing Caprice. I’d never be the same. The people closest to me like my sister and my aunts all gave me these pitiful ass looks whenever I came around, so I kept my distance from them. I had turned into a bit of a recluse. If I wasn’t working, out running, or at the gym, I was home alone watching sports, CNN, or some bullshit movie while smokingand drinking. Indulging in weed and alcohol had become an everyday thing. I would get drunk and look in the mirror, and it would be my father that I saw staring back at me. A father that got sloppy drunk on a daily basis, came home, and wreaked havoc on the house. Some days he’d beat me and Bianca and other days, he’d just beat my mother. When he was drunk, his words would slur so badly that we could barely understand him, but if we told him we didn’t hear him or asked him to repeat himself that was an ass whooping for sure. By the age of ten, I was an expert at deciphering the mumblings of a belligerent drunk. I promised myself time and time again that would never be me. Look at me years later. I was well on my way to being that person, and I didn’t even care.

“He fucked my bitch and spent almost three years thinking my daughter belonged to him while smiling in my face the entire time,” I stated dryly as I put my shoes on.

Kenya’s lips parted, but she didn’t speak. It was safe to say that she was shocked by the news. Never in my life had I been a pillow talker, a snitch, or anything close to a fuck nigga, but my niceness and great personality traits no longer existed beyond letting Dolph live. He was still breathing. That was the last favor I’d ever do him. I couldn’t care less if Kenya left him or if she stayed. What I wouldn’t do was protect him.

Kenya was truly at a loss for words because even as I walked towards the door of the hotel room, she still hadn’t spoken. I left her standing there without so much as a goodbye. In my car, I eyed the time on the dashboard and realized that if I drove fast, I had time to do what I needed to do. Being that I was well respected by many, I had a name only a few days after Caprice’s life was taken. Sintonio. He was the person that pulled the trigger. Nobody was talking to the police, and I was grateful. Prison was too good for him. Before I took his life, I planned to make him suffer. The same day I got the info on him was thesame day I went to the ER for my hand, and imagine my surprise when his bitch was my nurse.

I took that as a sign. I was sure it wasn’t from God, but I didn’t give a damn who or what it was from. The plot for revenge fell into my lap without me even trying hard. She was pregnant. That was even better. Before Sintonio died, I wanted to take from him what he’d taken from me. I would never in life harm a child. I’d take myself out first before I allowed myself to become that fucked up. But I was going to take his bitch. I was going to kidnap Lisa and hold her until she gave birth. Once she gave birth, her ass was going to die. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the baby. Maybe drop him or her off at the fire station because both parents would be dead. Shorty was going to be an orphan, but at least he or she would be alive.

I wanted Sintonio’s days to be agonizing. I wanted him to be stressed beyond repair wondering what happened to his girl and his kid. I wanted him to suffer. And that wasn’t all I had planned for him. I wanted his life to crumble. To be reduced to nothing and after I was done torturing him, I would put a bullet in his head. I let Dolph and Robin live, but I’d never grant that same courtesy to Sintonio, and if I had to suffer in eternal hell because of it, then so be it. Shit, I was already in hell. How much worse could it get?

Sintonio was buying his home, so thanks to public record, I got the nigga’s address. I had been watching him on and off for months. I wasn’t sure when Lisa was due, but her belly was getting big, so it was time to snatch her ass. I sat outside of her home not directly in front of her house but close enough that I still had a good view. When she had to work, her schedule was pretty routine. Sintonio’s ass was barely home. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was working a lot, or he had the good sense to know that eventually, I was coming for his ass. He left his woman to be a sitting duck, though. Typical pussy nigga. Ihad only been waiting for about ten minutes when the garage door opened, and Lisa’s burnt orange Lexus backed out of the driveway. I pulled off behind her knowing that I had to get her before she turned out of her neighborhood. Getting her in the hospital parking lot was too risky. Luckily, her neighborhood was like a maze and getting out wasn’t as simple as one or two turns. Three streets over from the one she lived on, I pulled up beside her car and pointed at her car as if I was trying to tell her something about her vehicle.

I didn’t miss the nervous expression on her face. It was like she knew who I was. “Your tire!” I called out knowing she couldn’t hear me. I opened the car door and walked up to her car making the effort to appear friendly. Her window rolled down slowly, as she eyed me with a skeptical look on her face. Lisa’s eyes shot downward, and I knew she was looking for my bandaged hand. She recognized me.

“Hey. I was trying to tell you that your back tire is going flat. I don’t want it to blow out on you. You don’t feel the car driving funny?”

A look of confusion crossed her face as she glanced at the dashboard. If her tire pressure was low, her car would alert her. She was hesitant to get out of the car.

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