Page 3 of Walk Thru The Fire

“You would pick the nastiest day to do this shit,” Buck fussed. “You better hope it’s a jacket in this muthafucka because if I get wet and get sick, I’m beating yo’ ass.” He pointed his finger in my face, and I knocked that shit back down.

“Fuck out my face and make sure you got two while you bitching.” He cursed me out but still handed me a hoodie before we got out of his truck and hurriedly made it to the porch out of the rain.

“She better hurry the fuck,” Buck fussed. No sooner than he said the words, she opened the door without asking questions. That gave us leverage to barge in.

“Who are you and why are you busting into my house?” she asked.

“You waited a fine damn time to ask that shit after you let us in.” Buck mugged the lady like he was ready to snap her neck.

“I didn’t let you in. Now tell me why you’re here. You don’t want me to call my son,” she warned.

“That’s exactly what I want you to do. Call that muthafucka up and tell him if he doesn’t bring his bitch ass out of hiding I’m gone skin you like a catfish.” The look on Buck’s face was one to make anybody shit their pants. This nigga loved torturing muthafuckas.

“He’ll do it, too. The only mamas he respects are the ones related to us, so you ma’am have no dog in this race. Ain’t that’s how y’all old people say it?” I smirked. She looked scared shitless, and she had every right to be.

“I—I haven’t talked to Lance in months. The last time I talked to him, he said him and his son’s mother were leaving town. That’s all I know.” When she said that, I looked at Buck and his eyes were already on me.

“His son’s mother? She’s with him?” I asked.

“Yes. That’s what he told me.”

Nodding, I turned to leave. I didn’t need to hear shit else. That bitch played me and when I got my hands on her, she’s gone wish she’d never crossed a nigga like me. I may not have been as out in the open with my shit as Buck, but don’t let that smallmisconception fool you. I could get just as worse, and Kasha was gone experience that firsthand, along with her baby daddy.

I left Buck inside the house because I didn’t wanna hear shit else that old bitch had to say. When he finally came out and got in the truck, I had already lit a blunt.

“You killed her?” I asked, passing him the blunt.

“Nah. I just told her if she loved her life that she would tell her son to bring his ass and bring Kasha with him. They can’t hide forever and the first tip we get, we gone get active.” I nodded because I was with all that. I had my mind made up, and it was set on a double plot for Kasha and her pussy ass baby daddy.

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Chapter Two

Kasha (Kah-Shuh) ‘Kash’ Sims

I don’t know what Lance is thinking by kidnapping me and Jace, but I have a bad feeling about this. All he had to do was pay Buck the money he owed his brother, yet he wanted to get over, or at least think he was. I hated he got away the day of Buck and Nic’s baby shower. Had he not, I wouldn’t be here now. I know Jackson was going crazy because he’s shown me on more than one occasion he wanted to build a future with me and Jace, but I kept downplaying it because of his age. What could a twenty-four-year-old possibly know about building a future and settling down. Let alone being a parent to an adolescent. The morning I left Jackson’s home keeps playing in my mind and I wish like hell I hadn’t fallen for the bait. The night before I left, I got atext from an unknown number. When I opened it, it was Lance asking could he see Jace before he left town. Not wanting to deny him of his son, I agreed. I know I should’ve told Jackson, but I figured if Lance was leaving town, everything would be okay.

“What you over here doing?” Jackson walked behind me and wrapped his arms around my thick waist. I was considered a big girl, but I was very confident in my skin. Jackson also let me know I was the finest woman he’d ever seen, further boosting my ego. Lance never made me feel this comfortable. He would make snide remarks about my weight, but I never let it bruise my self-esteem. Especially when he wasn’t exactly skinny.

“Getting ready for tomorrow. My vacation is officially over, and I return to work tomorrow. I know Buck will be glad.” I joked.

“That nigga just lazy. He had to be there more until you came back.”

“That could be true.”

“But listen.” He kissed my neck. “Since you gotta go back to work tomorrow. Why don’t you come over here and let’s end this vacation on the right note.” He kissed my neck as he walked me over to the bed. Once my thighs hit the back of the bed, I slid back as he continued to kiss up my body. I ran my hands over his waves as he peppered kisses in a trail between my thighs. When he was face to face with my essence, he placed a sensual kiss on my mound before devouring me like a death row inmate.

“Ughn,” I whimpered as sucked on my pearl with precision.

I felt my first orgasm start to brew in the pit of my stomach as he continued to suck my senses out.

“Shit, Ja—ugh.” I couldn’t even get my words out before I was wetting his face up with my juices.

“Ain’t no need in tapping out. I ain’t even got started yet.” He smirked as he positioned himself at my drenched opening. Isucked in a breath as he pushed his way inside. He may have been young but he damn sure had a grown man dick. “Fuck, Kash,” he groaned into my neck as he continued to work his hips in a circle.

I let every thought I had of Lance’s foolishness dissipate as I let Jackson do any and everything that he wanted to do with my body.

That night, the sex was different. It felt different. I don’t know if it was the guilt of not telling Jackson about Lance contacting me, or that I had a feeling that things wouldn’t go as I expected. Which was my reality. I was locked in a house, God knows where, because Lance decided he’d kidnap us and not have a damn plan after that.

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