Page 37 of Kove and Xiah
She lifted from the table, rattled off something about checking my schedule for the next couple days, then was out the door. I needed to figure out what to do with the rest of my day to keep from running behind a woman who clearly didn’t want to be chased.
I decided I would head home for a minute to kick it with my people because I needed to get some shit off my chest. Sovoya was stressing me the hell out. I understood what being a Royal meant. There was shit that would be out of my control, expectations about who I was and who they needed me to be, but it was starting to feel very fucking suffocating. I couldn’t erase who I was nor did I want to. I was gonna have to find a way to make this shit work in a way that let me still be me.
After I walkedinto my childhood home, I seriously regretted making the decision to do so instead of tracking down Xiah. The visual of Yoel on the sofa with a woman kneeled between his legs and his dick down her throat damn sure wasn’t what I had in mind when I pulled up.
“What up, fam…” He smiled lazily, expelling a cloud of smoke and ol’ girl didn’t disrupt her rhythm, which let me know what she was about. If she was cool with an audience, she would also be cool with having my dick in her mouth as soon as Yoel busted his nut. I wasn’t interested in watching or being next.
“Wrap that shit up then come holla at me,” I mumbled, moving through the living room toward the kitchen.
“Ay, I need to kick it with my brother, so either pull this nut out of me or you can leave.” I heard him say when I entered the kitchen.
I shook my head at how blunt this fool was but also knew that was how he moved. Hell, I learned my hoe ways from him, so I had the same track record with women. I moved to the refrigerator, grabbed the apple juice, and walked out of the door leading to the backyard. I settled into one of the metal chairs and slouched down low, twisting the top off the container, which I turned up and drank until half was gone.
Once I placed it on the metal card table, I removed my phone from my sweats, pulled up the Skroll app, and navigated to Xiah’s page. Wasn’t shit on there about showing houses today, which I expected. She was a terrible fucking liar.
What I did find were clips of her in the sunlight showing that beautiful ass face talking about how her skin was glowing fromthe facial she received. She smiled big as shit before blowing kisses at the camera while squinting at the sun. Them damn lips had my dick thickening with the reminder of what they felt like when she was deep throating it a few hours ago.
“I was about to ask if you wanted next but I see something else has your attention right now. Who she?”
I locked my phone and let my eyes fall on my brother who filled the seat across from me. “You really think I’m gonna put my dick in a mouth that’s fresh up off yours?”
He smirked and fired up the blunt in his hand. “Shit, I’m just putting the offer out there. She got skills.”
I chuckled and accepted the blunt after he hit it twice then extended it my way. “You let her stay?”
“Nah, I’m done with her. What’s up though? Shouldn’t you be training or some shit?”
“Monday.” I said through a cloud of smoke before I handed the blunt back.
“You ready?”
I nodded.
“You know I’m proud of you, right?”
I grinned. “Yeah, nigga, I know. How about you let me get that work though, so you don’t try and use that shit to force me into a trade if I have a bad season.”
He frowned, pulling from the blunt. “Fuck you mean?”
“Only reason I left was ’cause I wasn’t gonna let you do my time.”
He tilted his head toward the sky, pushing smoke between his lips before he spoke. “What you gonna do with it?”
“Make sure you can’t use it against me.”
He nodded, lifted from the chair, and crossed the yard to the shed. A few minutes later he dropped down into the chair again and a gun wrapped in a black hand towel was placed onthe center of the table that separated us. I unfolded the worn material to find the piece that changed my life three years ago.
“You really kept that shit?”
He pulled from the blunt and extended it to me. “The safest place it could ever be is with the one man who would give his life for yours. If five-o pulled up, running through our shit, the charge was gonna be mine. If that was out there in the world, it could have ended up in the wrong hands and been traced back to you. I wasn’t gonna let that happen.”
I dropped my eyes to the ink on my arm.
Blood of My Blood…
“She after your dick or your pockets?” Yoel pulled the gun across the table closer to him before he motioned to my phone. I passed the blunt back. There was no more conversation about the gun, which meant he was keeping it and he also was already minding my damn business.
“Neither…”
