Page 81 of Dope Boys: Most Wanted
Reign hugged his waist and rested her head against his hoodie-covered midsection. “What are you doing to me. I want to sleep, but I can’t sleep without you. Are you a wizard or something?”
She lifted her head. “Am I under a spell?”
Markus rumbled in laughter before picking her up and placing her on the countertop. “More like I’m under yours. I’m not complainin’ though. You got a few hours before you got to go in, what do you need?”
“You under me because the tea is finally kicking in, and I really need sleep,” Reign muttered in a whine against him. “After you wash the gun powder off. Busy night?”
“Light night. Just some straightening before heading to The Port later on,” he shared.
Reign’s eyes popped open just enough, showing concern before she caught herself. There was a bolt of fear that went through her, but she needed to disguise it. She needed to keep her past in the past. She refused to bring the darkness she experienced into this new, fresh, breathtaking experience with a gangster cloaked in tattoos. Who he was should have caused alarm, but that look – that soft gaze he had when he peered at her silenced the bells. Soothed any residual warning from trauma
“What’s the look?” Markus posed his arms, boxing her in.
She tangled her legs around his and huffed. “Considering I can’t sleep because you weren’t here to hold my foot is telling. You’re turning me into a cling and I don’t like that. Life was easier when I refused to speak to you.”
Reign attempted to unravel herself from him, but he refused her exit.
“Be all over me. I like it. Nah, that not talkin’ shit was aggravating. Not gon’ hold you.”
Reign tiredly rolled her eyes. “You would like it. You strike me as the type who likes your woman falling at your feet. Yeah, let me get up out of here.”
He nipped her lip. “You ain’t goin’ nowhere but to bed. And nah, I don’t like women falling at my feet or nowhere near me. That shit is aggravating, too. Pick me type shit. You ain’t that.”
Reign hummed. “Talkin’ that talk and I’m too tired to do anything about it. What’s in The Port? Business trip, I’m assuming?”
“Somethin’ like that,” he started. “A supplier. I’ll be gone for two days. Nia is staying with you. That cool?”
“Yes, that’s fine, but you knew that already. You wearing a suit?” Reign questioned, brow raised.
“Don’t own one,” Markus admitted, prompting Reign’s hands to glide up and down his chest.
“We’ll change that when you get back. I need sleep and so do you,” Reign groaned.
“Keep rubbin’ on me, you won’t be sleepin’,” he muttered against her cheek, then picked her up. “Come on.”
Without pants on, Reign wiggled her leg between Markus’ and stared at him in the dark. This feeling of safety and comfort was starting to settle into her bones, rest on her spirit. His hold became warmer, and he nuzzled against her.
“I’m goin’ to miss you too. Which is some wild shit considerin’ my whole life I’ve never let a woman this close to me.”
“You’ve had a whole girlfriend,” Reign stated.
“And she never saw my heart. I don’t expose that shit, but you got to be digging into a niggas chest or some chest.”
Reign took a deep breath, then exhaled. “Same.”
Morning came like a thief, stealing time, rest, and ease and replacing them with reality. Like every other morning together, they ate, but the banter was missing. Her nerves were swirling in her stomach when she heard Javier’s name. She wasn’t supposed to be listening to his conversation with Svyn. However, that was hard to do when the call was on speaker.
“I’m not trying to party with this nigga,” Svyn huffed. “Every time we step into a party shit always goes left.”
“No, nigga. You always go left. Listen, we appease the nigga, Javier. Get in and get out with the pipeline. Nigga’s already grumbling about the drought, and it hasn’t even been a fulltwenty-four hours off the street. I’m not trying to have a bunch of dead junkies because niggas got creative with bad product.”
“Yeah, you right. You got the money?”
Markus turned slightly, finding Reign zipping up her boots and donning her coat. She stood a few feet away from the duffle bags. “Yeah. Money is good. I’ll see you at the airport. Dumb and dumber on their flight?”
Svyn chuckled. “After having a shoving match outside the airport, their stupid asses are on the way. I’m starting to think those niggas are remedial.”
“Starting?” Markus questioned. “They’ve been fuckin’ slow. That’s why I tried keepin’ them close. Last night was just another display of fuckin’ incompetency.”
