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"Why is it Bulley?"

I swallowed hard, enjoying the feel of his deep strokes. "'Cause only you beat this pussy up."

"Good girl. Whose pussy is this?"

"It's Bulley's pussy." I bit into my lip while he dug me out like a burial plot.

"That's right. This is Bulley's pussy, and don't you forget it," he recited with a groan.

He sped up his strokes as he slurped on my big titties. I was petite in size, but I'd always had big titties. His mouth and dick worked as a duo to bring me one of the best orgasms I'd ever experienced. I couldn't hold back any longer. My orgasm hit me full force, inciting his orgasm to follow right behind me.

"Fuck, Crystal. I love you and this pussy, girl." Bulley's mouth latched onto mine again, and we sloppily kissed until our bodies slowed down.

We laid in a comfortable silence until we used the napkins from our food to clean ourselves, then fully dressed.

When we were done, I turned and faced him. "I'm down. I love you so much, Bulley."

"And I love you too, angel."

I beamed every time he confessed his love for me. No other man would ever love me the way he did. "When do we leave?"

He smiled, his whole face grinning as well. "We leave tonight. Just pack a small bag and meet me in the woods at our spot. I'll be there waiting. Don't worry about anything else. I got us." He kissed my lips, taking more of my soul with him.

I believed every word he said. If he wanted me packed, then he best believe I'd do just that. Our mouths met again when the screeching sounds of tires rolled up on us. The three SUVs that halted in front of us made my stomach drop to my ass. Company had arrived, and it wasn't good news.

My dad, my brothers, and my male cousins swiftly hopped out and mugged both of us. Bulley quickly stood and moved mebehind him, with his favorite Ruger already in his hand. It was a custom-made weapon I had made for his twenty-first birthday. Most of us had grown up hunting in Decatur, but nobody was a better shot than my Bulley.

The way he threw his wrist and always hit his target still amazed me to this day. However, I didn't want him to shoot my family. I couldn't be with a man that hurt anybody I loved dearly. My hand rubbed down his forearm, and he looked down at me. I shook my head no, and he gave me a soft nod before his brown eyes pierced each of them. My cousins removed their guns and cocked them. Now, why did they do that? I ran to the center when Bulley slung his wrist, and two bullets whizzed past my curls and landed in the front tires of the first SUV. He lived by one rule. If you draw your weapon, you're supposed to use it, but if you cocked a gun in his direction, then it was up from there. My cousin's eyes widened, and my brothers aimed their guns at him.

"If I wanted to hit any one of you bitches, I would've. I never miss. Y'all know I'm surgical with this bitch. Now what the fuck do y'all want!" Bulley spat.

"Crystal, get your ass over here now!" my dad shouted. "Why the fuck are you here with this nigga? You know he's no good for you. He's trash!" my daddy yelled.

"Keep it up, old man, and I'ma put a few slugs in yo' high yellow ass!" Bulley shot back.

"And you'll be dead right along with him," my eldest brother, Black, threatened.

"Is that what you want, little sister, to see the man you love riddled with bullets?" my second oldest brother, Marshawn, questioned with a sinister smirk on his face.

"I think she does. Let's grant her wish," my youngest brother, Tyrese, egged on.

My head snapped up, and I frantically shook my head. "No! That's not what I want. Please, just chill. I'll come with y'all. Just please don't shoot. I'm begging y'all," I cried and wiped my tears away.

Bulley walked up and turned me to face him. "Crystal, you don't have to do this. Don't give in. If we keep giving in, then our families will continue to run our lives. They're telling us who to love now. What's next, telling us when and where we can go? I'm tired of living like that."

"Me too, but if I don't go, they'll kill you, and a war will start. I can't have that. I'd rather love you from a distance than never be able to love you again. That's not a bet I'm willing to take. I love you, Bulley. Goodbye."

"Crystal, please. I'm begging you. Don't go, angel."

"There's no other choice." I pulled my hand out of his and walked over to my family.

My dad grabbed onto my arm and quickly ushered me inside his SUV. I watched as Bulley inhaled and exhaled like a raging bull. He stared my brothers and cousins down until they climbed into the two good SUVs, then pulled away. Before I could brace myself, my dad hauled off and slapped the shit out of me. My head whipped to the side, and I rubbed the stinging area. My brothers looked away because although they hated that I loved Bulley, they didn't condone anyone hitting me. However, none of them had the heart to stand up to our daddy.

I spat on the floor before looking at him. "You thought that would break me? I'm tougher than that. That little tap is nothing compared to the pain my heart is now." I looked out the window as he went on his usual rant.

"Argh!" he roared. I flinched a bit, but I composed myself. "I knew having a daughter would be the bane of my existence. The day the doctor said it was a girl, I knew my life would change for the worse. Crystal, that boy is trash. He's no good for you. Now,since you won't listen to me, you've left me no choice but to bring in Pop Pop!" he shouted.

I hunched my shoulders and continued to look out the window. Fuck him and his sexist outlook. There was nothing they could say to make me see things their way. I loved Bulley. It was as simple as that.

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