Page 16 of Chula
“I’m Luna.”
“Interesting name, Luna.”
“I have an interesting mother.”
“Do you have a phone, Luna?” I nod my head because I always keep the service on, just in case the school needs something for Davey. “Can I put my number in?” Without thinking about it, I pull my phone out and pass it to him. Damion programs his number in and passes it back to me with a smile.
“Text me sometime. Maybe we can meet up for lunch.” I nod my head and thank him for the change before I grab my shit and haul ass out of the store. What the hell was that? A hot as fuck man giving me change? Me, of all people?
I shake off the idea and start walking home. I’m not sure where else to look for a job around here, but I need to figure it out.
Once I get home, I climb the steps, noticing that Tony and Hock aren’t there. They must be out doing a deal. I head inside and put the things I got away, and look around, but my mom isn’t here. Doesn’t surprise me either.
I walk into Davey’s room and find him watching a DVD on his TV since I can’t afford cable right now. I still have a little money saved from Chicago, but I don’t make it a point to carry it all with me at once. I know what can happen, and I’m not about to get jumped and lose everything.
“What are you watching?” I ask as I sit down next to him, running my hand through his hair. Davey smiles at me, doesn’t say a word, but that smile is all that I need. It means everything to me. “This your favorite show? Huh?” I ask him as we both sit back and watch the TV.
I’m not sure how long we sat here before I fell asleep. I jolt awake when I hear noises and look over to see Davey still engrossed in his show. I shove off the floor and walk cautiously into the living room when I see someone who shouldn’t be here.
Quietly, I reach for the bat that sits outside my room and wrap my hands around it. I creep toward the asshole who’s digging through things in the living room, and I swing. My swing connects, and the asshole spins around, coming at me. I’m ready to swing again when he lunges at me. He slams into me, taking me to the floor where the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. Davey is crying so loudly that I’m sure half the block can hear him as I fight this asshole who’s on top of me.
“I’ll fucking murder you!” I roar as I swing and get a few blows in. He swings back, landing a good hit to my face. I groan as his hands wrap around my throat and squeeze.
I buck my hips, trying to get him off me as I claw at his hands, but his hold is tight. Too tight. I can’t suck in air. I can’t scream for help. I cut my eyes to the left and see Davey standing there as he screams and cries at the top of his lungs, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
There’s a ringing in my ears as my vision slowly blurs, and right before I pass out, someone knocks the asshole to the ground. I instantly suck in air and crawl across the floor to Davey, pulling him into my arms when more people come swarming in. I don’t know who they are. I don’t have time to look at faces. All I can do is hug my brother and thank God that he didn’t walk out of that room before me.
I keep Davey tucked into me as his crying stops. A hand on my shoulder causes me to startle, and then I feel warmth at my back; I know it’s him.
“You okay?” Marco asks.
“How did you know what was happening?”
“I didn’t. I heard your brother screaming and came in when no one answered,” he says. Tony walks around in front of me and pulls Davey away from me, and the thought of snapping his neck for doing it crosses my mind until he speaks.
“I’ll take him to watch TV. Check your face,” he says, nodding toward me. I nod my head as Marco stands behind me, helping me to my feet.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“Over there.” I nod. Marco moves, resting his hand on my lower back as he leads me in that direction. We walk in, and he sits me on the toilet before turning the water on and grabbing a cloth. He wets it and then comes to stand in front of me, lifting my chin with his fingers. Then he’s there, dabbing at my face.
“He hit you pretty damn good.”
“No shit.” He chuckles and keeps wiping at my face when I reach up and snatch the rag from him. I toss it to the side before I stand from the toilet and slam myself against him.
Our lips collide in a kiss that could rival all others. His hands wrap around me, cupping my ass and squeezing as I moan into his mouth. I need this. I need him right now. But he pulls away and smirks at me.
“It’s only a reaction to what happened,” he tells me.
“I’ve had my ass beat before, Marco, and I’ve never wanted to be fucked.”
“You want to be fucked, Chula? Is that what you want?” I nod my head before he lowers his head and goes straight for my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access, and God, the things this man can do with his tongue amaze me.
“Where’s your room?”
“I want it right here,” I tell him. Marco growls and moves to strip me out of my clothes before doing the same to his.
“I pictured fucking you, but not like this,” he says as he grabs his cock and begins to stroke it.
