Page 21 of Virgo Type Sh*t
If you blinked, then you missed it. My woman chopped the fuck out of Nanette’s throat and sent her to the ground. There were no words or exaggerated movements. It was swift, efficient, and sexy. Almost everyone in the section hissed, including the security that stood nearby.Now why the hell aren’t their asses moving over here? The shit you get away with when you connected to these Washington, Christianson, and Smith fuckas is Brobdingnagian.
Mekole’s knees bent so that she could lower herself to address Nanette. “Sweetie, I don’t like disrespect. You knew when you approached me who I was. Yet and still, you chose to tell me your desires to covet my man.” She looked up. “Mega, what is the ninth commandment?”
“Sister Mekole, Exodus 20:17 says, ‘You shall not covetyour neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, or his male or female servant, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.’ I call a blessing to the citing of the word. Amen.”
Ruth smacked his arm before she told him not to mix the Lord into tomfoolery. He whined that he was asked a question, so he answered in Jesus’s name. I asked God on multiple occasions whether he discontinued whatever it was he put in the pot to make Mega. The world didn’t need any more of that combination. That said a lot coming from a nigga like me.
Mekole smiled, then thanked him. “See, you are a wicked person. I feel the need to smite you.”
“Ahh!” Nanette’s scream was loud enough to attract some attention. You could tell her throat still hurt though.
Dumb ass girl had on a top that she didn’t wear a bra with. Mekole had this girl’s nipple in a vice grip between her fingers and was twisting the hell out of it. This was not the sexypain that some women liked. “Bitch, if you ever in your goofy ass life disrespect me or any woman in a relationship, I will use my pump and blow your fuckin’ face off. Do we have an understanding?”
Nanette nodded her head so hard that the back of it hit the floor. With a coolness all her own, Mekole stood, smoothed out her dress, walked over to me, then wrapped her arms around my waist. “Hey, baby. I forgot your beer.”
Galiana told Nanette to get her ass up from the floor and stop being an embarrassment to her mother.These women are not serious about shit in life.I looked down at my woman with a smirk. “I love yo’ crazy ass, you know dat?” She confirmed she did with a smile and that she loved me too. Her reward was a passionate kiss. Later, I’d reward her with some dope dick.
“Mekole, calm down.” I placed my hand on her jumping knee from where I sat next to her on the jet. “I promise everything is going to be alright, baby.”
Early this morning, her mother called her upset about TorTela running up on her at the grocery store with crazy claims about Mekole knowing what happened to her daughter and James. The backstory to their disappearance was they ran off to Paris. Faheeta’s mama didn’t believe that and was raising a stink about it.
Meek’s gaze held a tenderness. “I just want this bitch to leave my mama alone. Galiana already told me that I can’t kill their asses because that would be too suspect and bring more attention than needed to the disappearance. Besides, I wouldn’twant Pepper to go into the system. Yeah, her mama did me dirty as hell, but I wouldn’t do that to her. I already made her an orphan.”
“And she’s right. We simply goin’ der ta talk ta her ass. There’s no need ta get hype or none of dat shit.” I didn’t want my baby out here fighting or acting a donkey over muthafuckas that did her wrong. They weren’t worth that much energy.
When Meek told Galiana and Jacob what happened with her mama, Jacob told us to take the jet since it would be easier to cover that we flew to New Mexico if something went left. I appreciated him for that. Well, he made me pay for the jet fuel, but I still appreciated the option. Initially, my baby didn’t want me to come with her, but her ass had me fucked up. I needed to meet my parents-in-law.
She crossed her arms over herself. “I may not kill her, but I’m gonna slap the fuck out of her.” The voice was low because she already knew that I would be on her ass.
“What do you need from me to make you feel better?” As of right now, there was nothing that I could do about the situation. I knew that she wanted to feel better. That was my job, and I could tackle that.
She gazed at me like she owned my soul, and my body responded without my consent. My dick was rude as hell. Her ass wiggled in her seat. “Um, are you hungry?” Her head lowered a little.
With a smile, I pressed the button next to me to let the flight attendant know not to come into the cabin. I wouldn’t want the young lady to see me eating lunch. Meek made it a habit to wear dresses or skirts around me for the most part. It made it easy for me to slide her panties to the side to get access to that pussy.
I positioned myself on my knees in front of her before I told her to recline her seat. I had never seen a seat go back so fast. She didn’t need instruction on what to do next. Her legs hungover the armrests. Her ass hung halfway off the seat for my mouth to have better access. Her fucking pussy was pristine.
My tongue went down the middle, took a moment to flick her clit, then continued its journey to her impeccable asshole. My tongue rimmed her asshole just like she liked. My index and middle finger fucked her, and my thumb massaged her clit.
Her moan was loud. I knew the flight attendant heard it. Mekole was not a quiet fuck. “T.J., baby! I’m . . . about . . . to come!” Seconds later, she wet my mustache and beard up.
The pilot announced that we would be landing soon, so that gave me a few minutes to put this dick in her for a quickie. There was nothing more relaxing than the release of endorphins, oxytocin, and dopamine. After she got her third nut and I had mine, we cleaned ourselves up in the bathroom. There was a car waiting for us once we landed, to take us to TorTela’s house.
I was here to make sure my baby didn’t kill anyone and to protect her. You should never underestimate anyone. That could cost your life.
Twenty minutes after we got into the car, we pulled up to a nice-sized home. The home was nice but could stand a power wash and some lawncare. “This is Faheeta’s childhood home. Her father purchased it for her mother to leave him alone.”
Well, damn!The driver opened my door so that I could walk around to open the door for Meek. My baby was sexy in her pleated skirt with a fitted blouse and heels. Her hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, and tresses hung down around the perimeter of her edges. The hoop earrings complemented the outfit perfectly.
My hand stayed on the small of her back as we walked to the front door. TorTela must have already been near the door because it opened before the video doorbell could be pressed. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Whoa! How about we take that down a notch,” Mekole said with her hand lifted. “I’m here because you seem to have a lot to say to my mother about me. I wanted you to be able to get it off your chest to me. You’ve known me long enough to know that I don’t do the sneak diss bullshit.”
As my baby talked, TorTela’s eyes stayed on me. She gave me this look that let me know that the ho in her daughter was hereditary. “First, I didn’t sneak diss anyone. I told your mother that there was no way in hell that Faheeta or James, her fiancé, would leave their daughter with no communication to prance around Paris. The first week, maybe, but it’s been months! I know your ass knows something, bitch!”
My reflex was fast when I grabbed Mekole’s hand just before it connected to this lady’s face. “Meek, what did I tell you, love? We’re here just to talk.”
When my mothercalled me irate after Enchilada confronted her in the middle of a busy grocery store, I started to plan that bitch’s death. Since I’d left New Mexico, I hadn’t thought about Taco Shell and James bitch asses. I didn’t give a fuck what their mothers felt about their little Paris trip. If they felt some kind of way, they needed to relay those feelings to a therapist, pastor, or the police.
