Page 2 of Forbidden Love

“Sorry I missed dinner, Ma. I had some shit going,” he murmured, kissing the top of my shoulder.

The scent of the street mixed with cologne, weed, and alcohol clung to him. His breath was warm against my neck; like always my body betrayed me as I melted into him. I loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around my waist and him holding me close to him. He was my first love, my first everything such as companionship. It wasn’t perfect but to me it was all worth it.

“You know Friday’s are about us, Ramsey. Not the streets.” I reminded him.

“I know, Ma. Shit got complicated, then moms wanted me to drop a sack off for her Bingo night for her and her umm friends.”

“Oh.” Was all I offered.

His grip tightened; I rolled my eyes as hurt seeped into my heart. It was a feeling that I got tired of experiencing with Ramsey. His favorite excuse for not making me his number one priority was ‘shit got complicated’. Ramsey was fucking lying. I stood in his arms trying to rid myself of my alarming intuition. Truth is, he must have been with a bitch. I hated when those type of accusations popped into my head because eventually, I started to believe them.

I turned around slowly and leaned back against the sink as he gazed down at me. Ramsey’s dark eyes looked tired; his pupils still danced with adrenaline.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he grabbed the bottom of my chin.

“Nothing, I just miss my dad,” I whispered.

“I miss the hell out of Casper,” I admitted.

“That nigga hated me.” Ramsey’s eyes flared.

“No, he feared what you could do to me. He hated the hurt that he assumed you’d give me.”

“So you think I’d hurt you, purposely?”

“Not with your hands…” My words trailed as I looked away.

Ramsey stepped back like I slapped the hell out of him. I wanted to slap the fuck out of him. Intrusive thoughts about him being with a bitch was hard to keep out of my head right now. Especially with him coming home close to two-o-clock in the morning. Living without Casper meant I had to do something he always did for me… Protect my own heart.

I watched sadly as Ramsey ran a hand down his face. He released me and started to pace in front of me.

“I’m trying, baby. I swear I’m trying to be better for you. I got to get this money though. When shit gets complicated?—”

“I know you trying, but I need more than effort. I need peace and I want reassurance. I need to feel like I didn’t walk away from my father’s protection just to die in your chaos.”

“The fuck? Why you always mentioning that nigga in my house?”

“What?” I frowned, ready to go to war behind him disrespecting Casper to my face.

“Nothing, man; nothing. You ain’t tired, is you?” He smirked mischievously.

“No, why?” I sipped the rest of what was left in my cup.

“I’m trying to fuck you good, then take a drive down to the store to get some snacks to have after we smoke. You got me all weekend, baby. That’s why I stayed out so late hustling. A nigga just want to lay up with you until you gotta go back to work Monday.”

Ramsey closed the space between us by pulling me up against him. He leaned down and tongued me down. Just that quick, all the intrusive thoughts left my mind as I wrapped my thick legs around him. His hands cupped the bottom of my ass, my night gown bunched up around my waist. Ramsey lifted me onto the counter like my two hundred pounds meant nothing to him.

My thighs parted out of instinct once the coolness from the counter pressed against my ass. My body ached for him beforehis lips crashed into mine. His tongue tasted like cognac and weed, making me dizzy as I got lost in the kiss. His hands gripped my hips with the same urgency that lived in his voice every time he said he loved me.

Ramsey pushed my gown above my titties then pulled his jeans along with his boxers halfway down his thighs. Our breath tangled as he pushed inside of me. He groaned my name against my lips. I held him tighter. My legs anchored us both. I forgot about the silent war of the thoughts that was about to ruin this entire night for the both of us. I forgot about missing my father along with all the other doubts that I had about Ramsey. I was in love with him, we understood each other.

In the midst of him pulling halfway out of me, he halted when the sound of the front door exploding sounded off. The sound of boots stormed through our tiny apartment. I just knew it had to be the police. Ramsey jumped into action quick. He pulled me off the counter with his free hand and pulled his pants up. Ramsey eyed his Glock that sat on the kitchen island and moved to get to it, but it was too late.

At least five men dressed in all black, masked up with their guns drawn, stormed into our kitchen.

“Don’t fuckin’ move!” One screamed.

I froze, half naked, and trembling. Confused as hell, Ramsey positioned himself in front of me. The tallest man with broad shoulders and black gloves, stepped forward. His voice was deep and distorted under the ski mask.

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