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DANIEL BELLOMY Power Book II: Ghost 1.09 "Monster"
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UPSIDE DOWN â [October Randoms!] đ§Ą
A/N: just a few little blurbs basically inspired by this TikTok trend. S/o to Jacob Scipio & Madelaine Petschâs video being the first Iâve seen! Thought it be would cute to write something real quick surrounding a few characters Iâm loving rn đ
WARNINGS: if you donât know me by now, language! + suggestive themes, & wlw!
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ARMANDO:
Youâd bug him about doing it but he wouldnât budge. He just didnât see the point until you started to challenge his strength. Once you did that, that undermining shit thatâs when you pushed a nerve. Heâll plot against you, and catch you off guard, maybe when youâre in the bathroom doing a night or morning routine.
Heâll sneak right up behind you, crouching before he pops up, making you gasp and flail around as he flips you upside down in your PJâs. Heâll hold you there for a second, smirking down at you but you canât see that since heâs pulling your ass up over his left shoulder, holding onto your ribcage and providing you with a nice stretch.
âArman!â You yell, hands reaching out to the floorâjust in caseâwith your lip balm now rolling against the tile floor, âokay we get it, youâre Hercules. Put me down now.â
âTalk to me nice from now on, okay mami?â
âYeah, yeah.â You mutter, âwho needs Pilates when I got you?â
He snorts as he spins you around the back of his neck, taking careful hold of your hips before setting you back down on your own feet. You hold onto his hand thatâs resting on your right hip and with a huff you say, ânow we need to do that again for the camera.â
Armando lightly pushes you back to the sink, ânope. Iâm getting in bed to watch the game, sorry not sorry the world missed out on these gunsâŠbut at least you didnât, huh?â He winks at you before kissing his bare muscles.
ANGEL:
Youâre on the thicker side so when you showed these videos to your man one night when youâre lounging in bed, finding how cute and fun they were Angel says with a scoff, âI can do that shit. They ainât special.â
With a sigh and a nod you say, âIâm sure you can. Most of the ones they always show at the top makes it seem like itâs for the petites though.â
Angel, whoâs been lounging on his elbow, furrows his brows at your words from over your shoulder, âWhatchu mean by that?â
Then his phone is ringing off the hook and he has to meet the rest of his brothers in the middle of the night but a kiss to your lips and a promise that this, âconversation ainât over,â is said to you before he leaves.
Honestly you forgot about that conversation as a week went by. When you show up to the club to drop something off for Angel that he left at home, heâs outside getting ready to head over to his bike until he spots your car.
He greets you with a scratchy kiss to your cheek, thanking you for the item he left behind this morning. Angel then tells you to get your camera out, much to your confusion.
âWeâre gonna film that cutesy shit you were talking about last week before you get outta here. Câmon.â He waves you back to his bike, while youâre still frowning, âI donât got all day, querida. Get your sexy ass over here.â
You get the extra tripod thatâs in your backseat and set it up a nice distance from his bike. Of course Angel wanted a shot of the bike in the frame as he stood off to the side of it, hands clasped right in front of him as you back up towards him.
The countdown is heard and just in time, Angelâs tatted hands are right on your waist flipping you and walking around with you a bit with his middle finger raised towards the camera. Youâre laughing just as heâs bringing you upright and you spin around to hold onto his chest, catching your breath.
âLet me know when we go, viral.â He smirks, hands slipping down to squeeze your backside and kisses your lips.
CANE:
âOh, okay now Iâm really not doinâ that shit,â Cane replies with a side eye, after you cut whatever game he was playing off.
Your hands are on your hips, âand why the hell not? Scared youâre gonna drop me on my head?â
Cane chuckles, ânah, Iâm convinced somebody in your family already did.â
âFuck you and your bug eyes.â
âword? So now Iâm ugly?â
You shrug as you step out of the living room in the penthouse, annoyance was heavy in your tone, âyou said it, not me.â
Cane rolled his eyes, tossing the controller onto the couch, âaight donât tell me youâre about to have a funky ass attitude with me now all because I said I donât want to do this dumbass challenge?â
Youâre in the kitchen, continuing to fix yourself something to eat, âyou think itâs dumb, fine. Iâll just find another man who can do the job properly anyway.â
ââŠwhat?â Cane turns his eyes into slits, âanother who?â He pressed, pushing off the couch to meet you in the kitchen.
You bit back a smirk as you put your back to Cane with a sigh and pushed off the counter to open the fridge back up, âyou heard me. Maybe you donât want to do it because you canâtâŠI know you donât like seeming weak in front of me and I accept thatâ
âFuck all that.â Cane sucks his teeth, âget over here, youâre not about to play in my face tonight.â
You flirt, âI thought you liked it when i put it in your face?â
âCute,â Cane licks his bottom lip before waving you over with one hand, âNow show me what I need to do.â
And he always learned fast, holding you up in the air with one arm and shoots a grin at the camera before talking his shit down at you, then hides his face behind your body again. In cane fashion, he shook his face against your ass before walking over to cut the camera, so he can show you just what no other man couldnât do.
TERRY:
Youâre out biking together and decided to take a break, surrounded by trees that were bigger than the man of your dreams. Thankfully Terry was down for a water break because the heat was still risingâeven though it was Octoberâ yâall lived in the south and didnât need either of you to pass out from the heat.
Terry was usually calm cool and collected but he liked to flex every now and then, plus he already agreed to doing the, âchallenge,â he spun you to face him, sharp green eyes already set on you. Before your eyebrow could lift at what he was thinking in that strong willed brain of his, the count down was started and he bends while not taking his eyes off you.
At the last minute he spins you back by the hips before trailing his hands up your sides first, then yanks you upside down, lifting you above his shoulder instead of just at his torso, which meant work for you to keep your legs straight, then he starts to lower you by your waist and then up again as if youâre his own personal bench press. Letting him have his moment, grunts and all being heard as he stares at the camera straight-faced, youâre the one to tap out just before the video finishes.
Once youâre back on your feet, you meet Terryâs eyes with a roll of yours followed by a pant, âshow off.â
âNow itâs my turn.â His lips twitch as you glanced behind yourself becauseâŠwho was he talking to?
âI love you but Iâm not about to break my arms for you.â You say, while Terry leans forward to kiss your forehead with a chuckle.
Then with a slap to your backside, which definitely stung, he nods his head towards your bikes and says calmly, âYouâre gonna have to put those legs and arms to work still. I just saw a brown bear five miles back and some feces about a mile back soâŠi think break time is over.â
Snatching up your tripod with the swiftness, you lowered it and shoved it in your bag as you side eyed Terry whoâs waiting for you on his bike, earphone already in one ear, âI hate your calmness so much at times and one of those times happens to be right now, if i wasnât scared, Iâd kick your ass.â
âThat doesnât sound like a thank you,â Terry says leaning over his bike, âI just gave you a little happiness and now here you are, threatening me.â
It was giving, âhelp the bear!â And you werenât with it!
You nod your head vigorously, âYeah thatâs right because we could have done this at home!â You kick off and start peddling, âso now Iâm gonna have to kick your ass on this bike and beat you home. So you better keep up, Richmond!â
âYes maâam, i will,â he says easily keeping pace and following behind you as you take the lead down the bumpy pathway, âyou know i got your back, front, and all sides.â
Scoffing over your shoulder at Terryâs attempt to flirt with you right now, you work hard checking every angle just like you were trained to do and always watch your back, not because you had doubts that Terry couldnât keep up with you, you always wanted to watch his back as wellâespecially if a damn grizzly bear had the potential to knock you both upside down.
âŠlater when you both made it safely home and were lounging after a shared shower, Terry rolls his head to press against your temple after placing a few kisses against your skin, âyou know there wasnât a bear right?â
âExcuse me?â You feel your eye twitch.
âYou never know though.â Terry states, âbest to be prepared.â
Too exhausted you reply, âyou know whatâŠIâm not going on anymore survivor bullshit adventures with you!â
Terry pulls back to stare at you until you meet his eyes, âyes you are.â
âWant to bet?â You sit up a little while thereâs that glint of amusement that appears in Terryâs green hues.
He gets right in your personal space, forehead brushing right against yours, âdo you?â
You gulp.
STELLA:
Having your own following, you had your supporters control what you did today. It was a Saturday, you just left the cafe with them picking your choice of drink and pastry while doing some work at the cafe for about an hour almost two, which gave them enough time to decide what you were to do next. Smiling to yourself after seeing which challenge was selected, you texted your girlfriend to see if she was down at the station before ordering her a cold brew to go.
You werenât a cold brew kinda person but Stella had the strongest of stomachâs, which made sense considering she was a whole ass firefighter and you knew your girlfriend would be thrilled to see you and coffeeânot just depending on what kind of day it was at 51.
âThere she is!â Stellaâs all grins while the rest of her team are running drills.
You wave at Gallo, Mouch, and Carver who return the action with a pant and hold out the beverage to the dark haired woman, who had her lips out first before her hands. Laughing a little you meet her lips, pecking them multiple times until she deemed that as satisfactory before she takes the drink into her hands.
âAnd what the hell are you drinking?â Her nose crinkles.
This wasnât unfamiliar, sometimes the both of you would budge and try the otherâs just to hate it.
âWant to try?â
âUh uh,â Stella winces, then sighs as she brings the drink to her lips and with a pop of her tongue she says, âmy girl, always gonna get me right every time! You been busy today, huh?â
âYeah had a meeting about the next direction i want to take my blog in after the last poll i posted and needed a little pick me up to get through the rest of this Saturday,â you inform, âyouâre the pick me up.â
Stella teases as she points at herself, âLittle âOl me?â
âYes you.â You joke back as you peer up at her.
âIâm flattered!â
âI know you are.â
Stella reached to cup your face, staring at you lovingly before her eyes go into slits, âwhat do you want?â
You laugh, âwooow! Canât i just come say hi?â
âSure but weâve both been busy lately and usually donât have the time to pop in and say hey soâŠwhat do they want?â
You push your lips out, looking away before looking back shyly at Stella who scoffs out a laugh. âSpit it out!â
âIt wonât take long, but itâs a trend going on right now.â
ââCourse it is.â She nods.
Youâre already pulling out your phone for her, she moves to stand behind you, still sipping on her drink before lowering her face towards your shoulder, burying her nose there for a second before you bring up one of the videos from your likes.
âSoâŠyou want me to do that?â Stella questions after getting the gist of it.
You nod, âyou did always say you wanted to try new positionsâŠâ
âWhew! Stella, looks like you found somebody to match your freak?â Gallo calls out, making Stella raise her brows and whip to face the younger man.
Carver playfully shoves the dark haired man while Mouch looks confused on that terminology.
âDid I tell you to stop? Just for that, Blake! Youâre all going to run it five more times.â
âFive?!â Carver calls out, âwhat the hell, gallo?â
Mouch slaps a gloved hand to his head in irritation.
Gallo appears sheepish at his team mates, mumbling sorries while you send a wink his way, making him quirk up a small smile at you, since you found it funny.
Stella pulls you further away from her truck, âdid your supporters tell you, I couldnât do it or somethinâ?â
âI actually havenât checked my DMâs but who gives a shit what they have to say? I just thought it would not only be cute but sexy to see you do it in your work attire.â You run a hand down Stellaâs long torso.
She takes a big swish of cold brew before placing it on the floor near Squad threeâs truck. Stella clasps her hands together, cracks them, and then rubs them together. âLetâs do this, babe! I gotcha, you donât have to worry about a thing.â
âOh, Iâm not worried.â You place your drink by herâs on the ground, âI know my womanâs strength.â
Stellaâs always been competitive, itâs one of the things you loved about her and one of the things she did to get your attention.
âDamn straight!â Stella runs her teeth over her bottom lip, âletâs show these douchebags what Iâm made of.â
You laugh, âbabe, thereâs no one challenging you remember?â
âNot yet. Weâre about to set the standard, letâs go before I get snatched away on call!â
You stand in front of her, staring at her over your shoulder hard and she can read your mind. She fans her hand for you to turn back around, âIâve got no plans on letting you slip through my fingers, donât doubt me.â
âHow many times do I have to tell you Iâm notâ
Itâs like you forgot that you turned the timer on and Stellaâs listening while the rest of her team are being nosy and watching. Youâre cut off, letting out a scream as she turns your feet up into the air, holding you there as your hands clasp your mouth, hiding your giggles before she switches you into the position where your legs are around her hips.
âYeah!â She yells at the camera over your shoulder, holding onto you before youâre moving her face by the chin to meet your lips.
Mouch letâs out a wolf whistle with Gallo and Carver clap it up.
âKnew you had it in you, baby.â You breathe as Stella puts you down.
Stella grins, âmy biggest cheerleader. Youâre alright though?â
âCourse!â
Gallo calls out, âI want to try next!â
âNo!â Stella points at Gallo who deflates.
âTry what?â Hermannâs nasally tone is heard, followed by Ritter, Cruz, and Capp who came out behind him.
Doing what Gallo does, he tells them what you came here for and even grabs your phone to show what you two just did.
Hermann frowns, âI can do that!â
âHundred bucks says Cindy wonât let you do it.â Stella points at the older man who scoffs at the woman.
Ritter adds, âwouldnât it just be easier to continue on our subject right here?â
Cruz laughs, âway to make them sound like a science experiment!â
âI definitely did not mean it that way.â Ritter is apologetic while you just brush it off, knowing that the guy means no harm as you walk over trying to get your phone back from Gallo whoâs showing the video to Capp now.
Capp says, âwhatâs so hard about that?!â
âSays the guy who got a boot stuck on his head.â Joe mutters to you.
âExactly!â Hermann roars referring to Cappâs first response, âand Cindy would let me do that if I provided enough of those little videos you got inspired by!â
âOkay then shake my hand on it!â Stella orders already in disbelief, while Hermann huffs, slapping his hand right into Stellaâs.
âHey, I heard that.â Capp points at Joe, âand it was one time! What do you think? Iâm going to drop her into the ground and theyâll get stuck?â
Your eyes go wide as Gallo hands back your phone, âumâŠIâm gonna go now. Plenty of work to get back to, just like you first responders!â
Quickly you turn and head back to Stella to peck her cheek before running off to pick up your drink.
âLook what you did, Capp. Scaring them off!â Mouch yells at the bald man who frowns.
Stella tries to call out to you but you just chuck up the deuces and turn around to kiss at your fingers multiple times, before throwing them towards the woman but made no motion of slowing down.
When Stella gets back to her office after a very long call, she texts you to let you know she wonât be back home until the morning so donât wait up for her. With that she also sends a final text: youâre right, I am looking forward to something newâŠespecially after today đ€žââïžđ«Š
It only takes you a minute to send a risquĂ© photo right back, you in one of Stellaâs favorite thongâs that made your backside look out of this world and you were doing exactly that, in a hand stand with you saying: like this? See you when you get home đđ
You knew just how to drive her crazy because before Stella can find the words to say, sheâs placed on do not disturbânot for the rest of the nightâyou wouldnât dare, not with the kind of job she does but just enough to make her sweat it out.
That Stella did as she bit down on her knuckle, burning the image of you in her mind before she locked her phone and turned it over face down on her desk. ïżŒ
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Continue with my October anthology prompts here.
#preferences#blurbs#queued#October writings#fanfiction#armando aretas#Armando aretas x reader#mayans mc x reader#angel reyes x reader#power ghost#power book ii: ghost#cane tejada#cane tejada x reader#aaron pierre#terry richmond x reader#Chicago fire#stella kidd#Stella kidd x f reader#Stella kidd x reader
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METHOD MAN Power Book II: Ghost S04E01
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PAIGE HURD - POWER BOOK II: GHOST ( SEASON 2 ) GIF PACK
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#method man#clifford smith jr#actor#rapper#rap#wu-tang clan#three piece suit#suit#tie#vest#wingtips#handsome#sexy#style#sharp#suave#men's fashion#phyne#attractive#fine#power book ii: ghost
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POWER BOOK II: GHOST || I DON'T DIE EASY (4x01)
#power book ii: ghost#power book 2#poweredit#power starz#usernarco#michael rainey jr#gianni paolo#woody mcclain#mary j blige#michael ealy#method man#latoya tonodeo#tariq st patrick#brayden weston#cane tejada#monet tejada#diana tejada#tvedit#my gifs: tv
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ALIX LAPRI AS EFFIE MORALES IN POWER BOOK II: GHOST || EGO DEATH (4x05)
#power book ii: ghost#power book 2#power ghost#power starz#poweredit#my gifs#effie morales#effiemoralesedit#alix lapri#alixlapriedit#alapriedit#userayanna#tvedit#filmtvcentral#tvarchive#mediagifs#smallscreensource#userwocs#pocedit#wocedit#pocpopculture#blackactressesdaily#charactersofcolordaily#pocfiction#black tumblr#black beauty#femalegifsource#wonderfulwomendaily#brunettesource#user.tee
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WOODY MCCLAIN as CANE TEJADA POWER BOOK II: GHOST, 4.07 "I Can't Fix This"
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RIP Cane/Brayden you were bigger than the whole sky
#i don't know why peter pan had me on the floor#power#power starz#power book ii: ghost#power ghost#brayden weston#cane tejada
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Thinking about how Effie waited for Cane at his house while he went and proposed to another woman and then had sex with her
In all fairness, this is Effie's fault because Cane paid her tuition and then pretended to be a lawyer to visit her in jail when she was arrested, and she told him he didn't mean anything to her even though he made it clear he was madly in love with her and wanted to be by her side. Baby you can't want him after the fact...you're both being silly.
This ship has stressed me out since the beginning and I was constantly called delusional for shipping them (even before they hooked up, even while she was with Tariq) and I don't care! Leave me and my toxic comfort ship alone.
#just talking to myself because idk anybody that loves this show as much as i do#cane tejada#effie morales#power book ii: ghost
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Method Man
- photographed by Kareem Black for The Washington Post.
#method man#power book ii: ghost#power book 2#clifford smith jr#the washington post#smile 4 me daddy đ
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SILENCE â ANGEL REYES x OC x CANE TEJADA | Part ii.
A/N: I canât believe Iâm actually doing a part two since I never do those because they donât ever preform as well as the first but after that (terrible) finale I couldnât resist. Thanks for the support on the first one, hopefully this will bring some sense of more life for Angel. if this is my last piece for him then why not also go out with a little something? Heâs the last man standing apparently so hereâs a send off on my part.
WARNINGS: language, hints of coping mechanisms? Or Mental illness Therapy is mentioned, Iâve also been binge-watching 9-1-1 from the beginning, Iâm currently on season 4 I think! which is why Eddieâs character is mentioned but he doesnât make a appearance so please skip over this if youâre feeling some type of way about that and are looking for a eddie based fic. I will be writing something for him soon btw. Thereâs also a little surprise towards the end for certain lovers who might read this.
*GIF and photos DO NOT BELONG TO ME!
Read part one here. + using this prompt and number 21. Timing
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Solayâs half asleep, the soft horns sounding from the NBA game Caneâs got his hands on was actually comforting and it often reminded her of nights when her and her sister would fall asleep on the couch together while their father watched the game. It was late, once watching the clock going from midnight to 2 am, she was once wired, greasing caneâs hair and brushing his waves before securing the doo-rag around his head.
It was a typical night, their version of normal until harsh knocks sounded at the door, breaking Solay out of her slumber. Her eyes felt heavy but she was alert and so was Cane as he paused the game, picking up on the knocks that appeared at the door some more. He tossed the controller onto the coffee table, moving slowly as he reaches underneath the cushion of the couch Solay was lounging on.
His low-lidded eyes briefly met herâs as he brings a single finger up to his lips after taking the safety off. Caneâs on his feet now while Solay shortly follows after, reaching over to turn off the side lamp and ready to head to the back of the home to check on her son, Xavier.
Cane wasnât sure who it could be, he knew it couldnât be any of his people considering the situation back home but he figured it could be Tariqâs bitch ass, you just never know with him. Heâs against the door now, peeking around but all he could see was a shadow of someone.
Yanking the door back to fly against the wall, heâs quick with his grip as he aims the gun right at Angel Reyes who holdâs out a arm while he cradles his son.
âFuck you want?â Cane asks.
Angel looks down but itâs not like Cane cares, although it seems he lowers the gun just a bit, for the babyâs sake.
âI need to talk to soso.â
âNigâ, you know what time it is? Knocking on the damn door like you the feds or some shit? What makes you think itâs okay to show up here unannounced at this time of the night?â Caneâs tone is clipped.
Angel shifts Maverick in his arms as he says, âthatâs a conversation I need to have with Solay, not you.â
âLast time I checked, she ainât with your ass no more and Iâm the man of this house so you want to run that by me again?â
A house Angel was damn sure Cane didnât put a penny down to help with the mortgage.
The darkness underneath Angelâs eyes was deafening but the twitch of his brows was evident that he had no intentions of backing down. He still felt a way about Cane showing up to his house and Angel thought he could do the same. If this was his house but Angel couldnât see himself in the big apple.
It was only right in his eyes.
Before he can send a rebuttal at the shorter brown skinned man, Solay appears from behind Cane, who lets out a sigh before sucking his teeth.
âEnrique Iglesias is here,â Cane informs Solay who pulls her robe tighter around her body.
She hasnât seen Angel since the funeral for Felipe. Understandably so, he needed time to grieve but she figured he was doing it alone due to the decline of Ezekielâs relationship with the man and that couldnât be healthy. And it wasnât like Solay saw Angel much before that either, he showed up to the second therapy session but it was clear that his mind was somewhere else. Which wasnât unusual when it came to his precious club but Solay didnât pry since it seemed like Angel was always on the go or lost in his thoughts. Itâs not like she didnât care but he was the one who encouraged her there to these sessions but her gut also told her that it would always be only a matter of time.
Until he moved on to something else.
Timing was never something Angel managed well. If shit came at him, he was usually thrown for a loop depending on what it was and never had guidelines for plans or anything like that. He was more take things as they were tossed at him type of person but ever since EZ got into that presidentâs chair and Angel got the chance to raise Maverick, he was also changing.
âAngelâŠâ solay started as she took in his appearance, she could tell that something was wrong, âwhatâs going on?â
Angel swallowed the lump in his throat and if Cane wasnât in the room right now, he probably would have collapsed into Solayâs arms. She could see that, she could sense that. It was in his eyes, that he was hurting and sure way back when that might have gave Solay the tiniest bit of satisfaction but thatâs not where they were now.
She was annoyed he stopped showing up to the sessions but brushed it off after awhile, saying that she âknew it,â up until Felipe was gunned down in Angelâs childhood home. There was always something going on with Angel and although they were trying to work on their relationship, Solay knew she couldnât be selfish.
She didnât have the heart to be.
Solay waved Angel in, despite the incredulous look Cane shot her way. Sheâs locking the door behind him and rests her hand on Angelâs lower back, which surprisingly makes him flinch as she does.
A brow raises at that but Solay says, âcome into the living room.â
âYeah okayâŠwhereâs Xavy?â
âSleeping like yo ass should be.â Cane mutters, while Solay sends him a sharp look.
He places the lock back on the gun and puts it into the waist band of his basketball shorts, clasping his hands in front of him as he eyes Solay being so gentle with a dude that didnât deserve it. Cane was heavy on that, âfuck the fact that heâs your babyâs father, after everything he put you through? Why are you still concerned when you knew he was gonna pull that shit? He doesnât care about you like I do and Iâm not even sure he gives that much of a fuck about Xavier.â
This was said after Angel stopped showing up to the sessions and Solay didnât want to hear it. It didnât feel like caneâs placeâalthough she vented to him and he did the shit-talking to mainly make her feel betterâand it also wasnât angelâs place to feel a way about her seeing someone else.
Solay inhales as she sits on the coffee table, crossing one leg over the other as she takes in her ex-husband. Heâs barely blinking as he stares off in space and Solay isnât sure what to do about this.
âTalk to me,â she says bringing Angelâs dark eyes to meet her doe ones, âwhat happened?â
Angel places his lips against a sleeping Maverickâs temple that he cradles and then blows out a breath, âwhere do I start? Luisaâs gone, just buried my pops, now EZâs deadâwhich IâI played a part in, Iâm out the club and now I need you and Xavier to come with me to Arizona.â
Cane is laughing it up now while Solay is almost at a lost for words. She wasnât surprised about Luisa but it would probably explain why Angel was checked out and why he moved in with Felipe. They havenât really talked like they used to be able to do so hearing all of thisâabout what was going on in Angelâs world was a lot to process.
It always was.
âWhat do you meanâŠEZâs dead?â Solay croaked out, shifting as she held out a hand to silence the man behind them.
Angel rubs at his exhausted face now, âThe club found outâŠnow itâs over. I buried him myself out on the road and I wish I never encouraged him to be in this shit you know? Maybe heâd still be here being a smart ass. My brotherâs gone and I donât got nothing left. This dried blood on my handsâŠitâs not worth it no more. Which is why I need you and Xavy to come with me before the feds come because I know they will. Itâs only a matter of time.â
Solay searched Angelâs eyes and they held sincerity. It was all finally coming full circle now, what sheâs been telling him for yearsâŠthat the clubâs brotherhood wouldnât end well. Not when there was so much dirt, blood, lack of values, and deceit behind it. She had no issue speaking her peace on the club way back when (she also felt a way when she learned that EZ was getting involved fresh out of being locked up but angel didnât want to hear that shit either) and sure she got along with some of the men there but itâs not like she was ever clueless to what it was. Solay was tired of constantly looking over her shoulder when it came to Angelâs club and that feeling never went away, even when she gave birth to their son and even when they were officially divorced. Everything was crumbling down around Angel and he was trying to get out for good.
âYou want me to just pick everything up and follow you to Arizona?â
Angel dips his head, âyeah, itâll be different this time. And Iâm not saying letâs go off and get remarried or nothing like that but we could be something real. A family again.â
âYeah a real fucked up one,â Cane comments, making Angel realize that he was in fact still in the room with them, âso letâs get this straight? Your daddyâs gone, that bitch you cheated with up and left your assâwhich probably means sheâs six feet under tooâyeah I know exactly what sheâs really into and itâs clear youâre too dumb to figure that out still, and now for a club to kill one of their ownâŠitâs evident that your brother was some sort of snitch who got what was cominâ to him. But the ultimate disrespect is you coming back up in here with your tail in between your legs, thinking you can just take back what you lost long ago.â
âListen man, you watch your damn mouth when it comes to my blood.â Angel points a warning finger at the man who chuckles; not the least bit threatened, âthis is much bigger than your fucken ego. Iâm looking out for Solay and our son, this donât got shit to do with you. Never has. You can leave and go back to your own crooked shit in New York and leave Solay and my son out of it.â
Now isnât that the coffee calling the kettle black?
Cane furrowed his brows, âNow you wanna win the father of the year award? You ainât never been shit as far as I can tell and youâre never gonna be shit. Solayâs not going nowhere with you, sheâs good on that.â
Solay got to her feet now as Angel glared at Cane who was all smirks, knowing he could get underneath the vulnerable older manâs skin so easily, âIâm going to need the both of you stop speaking for me.â
Both men kept their heated stares on each other but Cane couldnât take Angel seriously with a child in his arms. The silence was weighing down the living room as Solay began to pace the floor. She didnât know all of the details and didnât think she would with Cane in the room. There was truth in his words when it came to the clubâthis Solay knew, although she was always on the outside when it came to anything revolving around the Mayans.
âCaneâŠI need a minute.â
âAight, letâs go.â Cane was ready to lead the way back to the bedroom with a nod of his head in the direction of the room but a shake of Solayâs head had him confused.
Solay met Caneâs hooded eyes, âwith Angel, alone.â
âI know youâre not considering leaving with this clown, So.â
Angel shrugged his shoulders, âIt shouldnât matter to you no way, the only reason you still stuck around is to get some product right? Now that thatâs goneâyou donât need me or Solay. So maybe you should start saying your goodbyes now.â
Which provoked cane to whip out the gun again, until Solay reached for his wrist, making cane glance at her, ready to shove her hand off but he moved his stare back to Angel who had a sly smirk on the corner of his own lips.
âYou act like youâre the only one I can do business with.â Cane tightened his stare, âHeroin ainât really my lane but I thought why not since Iâm here? You fucked that up like you constantly do and there you go again assuming shit about my relationship with Solay and you donât know the first thing about it.â
Angel lifted his shoulders, âI know you ainât no better than me and you donât really care about Solay as much as you claim you do. Itâs all a game but the difference is Iâm always gonna be around, you on the other hand are disposable and Iâmma always have my sonâs best interest at heart. Solayâs the bonus.â
Cane rolled his eyes, âLet me find you a gold sticker for your foreheadâ
âENOUGH!â Solay screams at the both of them, carefully peaking over at the sleeping baby afterwards,âthis back and forth is getting on my nerves. Let me think in peace for a little bit, just go Cane.â
She orders.
Cane kisses his teeth and walked off, knowing that it was best before he might actually let some bullets fly.
Solay massaged the space in between her thin brows as her mind began spinning. She thought about all the bad the club brought to her front door and she was just leveling up without it.
So it seemed.
Now here Angel, a man she used to be in love with, a troubled man she wanted to spend forever with once upon a time, the man she shared a child with, was here telling her he was out. Out of the club, something she wanted for years for him because she knew that club wasnât his purpose. He didnât see it then but he saw it now. Solayâs faced a lot when it came to the club, with Angelâs disappearing for days at a time making her believe one of those days he wouldnât come home to her, quality time being cancelled so he could be more dedicated to that club instead, cleaning up his wounds due to all sorts of danger he was involved in, he fucked those bartending bitches behind her back while some of those men smiled in her face knowing his dirt, to having a false sense of protection that led to being tied up, beat on so bad and left alone in a burning building years agoâwhich she just finished paying off a hospital bill for.
All of those instances let Solay know that The Mayans werenât some saints by any means but Solay knew Angel loved that brotherhood once upon a time. He was slowly changing and morphing into something elseâmaybe something betterâover these last couple of years but Solay figured thatâs what happens when on-going lost comes your way. Gives you a bit of a wake up call and proud wasnt the word she would ever use (everyone that he lost still mattered to her as well) but it was about damn time.
Itâs just unfournate how it all played out and there was so much to weigh out here. Solay knew she and Xavier would probably be harassed despite Angel being officially out of the Mayans. The war doesnât just end and given what state Angel was inânumb yet determined, sitting in her living room clenching onto Maverick, Solay knew this war would just brew many more.
She would be affiliated no matter what and so would their son and so would Mavyâif not more thanks to who his mother is or was. This would always be Angelâs doing and she wasnât blaming him, that wouldnât get her anywhere she realized but it was a fact. She was with Angel right when the club was just an idea, a one night stand which later turned serious not long after he got patched in, back when he and Coco just moved into the Azure apartment complexes. The Mayans ripped through Angel, that much she could tell and many in her position would jump at the chance to shout at him, âI told your ass!â
Except Solay closed her eyes and took a deep inhale, rolling the tension out of her shoulders before she met Angelâs stare.
âTell me all of it but take it easy when it comes toâŠEzekiel.â She tells Angel, feeling a twing in her own chest at the thought of the brother she couldnât save.
Angel held his ex-wifeâs stare and inhaled a shaky breath, ââŠalright.â
Life in the desert was not something Solay thought she would ever be part of. She immediately thought of dry skin 24/7 when she had combo skin. Yes there were deserts back home but at least there was a downtown area that wasnât far from her home. This transition was certainly just that. Sheâs in the kitchen in a daze, the southwest home is quiet in her mind as sheâs drying the last dish. Her eyes are set on the two square windows by the dining table off to the side of the strangely shaped kitchen, back pressed into the kitchen sink.
Itâs a early Monday afternoon, September just hit the calendar and sheâs lost track of time. A hand catches her off guard as they tug on the belt hoops of her Jean skirt, making her gaze turn down to her seven year old whoâs peering up at her with her mirrored doe-shaped eyes and his fatherâs nose.
âWeâre back from the pool, mommy!â Xavier signs as Solay smiles sweetly at him, hand going around his shoulders to squeeze him to her hips.
She didnât even pick up on him entering the sliding doors by the dining room, her mind elsewhere.
Labor Day came around much quicker than expected and they had their little celebration that Sunday but Xavier seemed to love the water and couldnât get enough. Which means Angel was on duty for taking him and Maverick to the pool out back while Solay did a few minor things for work online and cleaned up the lunch angel ordered.
Solay signs, âDid you have fun?â
âAlways!â Xavier laughs with a nod of his head.
âGood, letâs get you cleaned up.â
The boy groans as Solay gives him a stern look while he spins on his damp heels before stomping out the kitchen and headed towards his room.
Solay lightly laughs with a shake of her head.
âXavy pouting about clean up time again?â
âYeah the usual,â solay shrugs as the man makes his way over to her while she reaches to brush a wet strand of a two year old Maverickâs hair back, âeverything go alright out there?â
Angel bends to put Maverick on his feet, the little man taking off on his chubby feet to find his big brother, âyeah, why wouldnât it be? Itâs hot as shit out there though. Isnât autumn supposed to be here by now?â
âWe just touched September,â Solay states kind of ignoring the question he asked back, âand youâre the one who picked Arizona, not me.â
Angel lifts his chin, âyou could have talked me out of it though.â
âYou donât listen to nobody but your own big ass head.â
Angel shrugged as he leaned his elbows back on the dark wooded island that was rolled and locked in place on a angle in the kitchen, âseriously though, Iâve seen you in here looking like youâre off in space and shit. You sure youâre alright?â
Ever since Solay made the decision to be here with Angel, Maverick, and Xavier, Angel always made it his task to question how she was holding up. Like it was devastating or like she had regrets being here but thatâs not truly how she felt. She wasnât sure how she felt, Solay couldnât really explain it. She just knows she feels something unsettling often. After Angel told her the truth back in her old stucco home in Santo Padre, she knew getting the hell out of dodge was also the best option.
They werenât together but they found a new therapist and communicated much better. Angel worked two jobs, first considering a semi-truck driving job but declined once he knew how much hours he would have to put in and how long he would be away from his family. He was persistent on turning over a new leaf. Of course he still had scraps of his own money and Luisaâs blood money but he promised Solay that he wouldnât use that money when it came to renting their home. He could do whatever he wanted with it but not when it came to their new home or Xavier. So he worked as a custodian at a middle school full-time and a delivery driver on Friday and most Saturday nights.
Solay signed over the building to her second in command at her shop to continue running her business in Santo Padre and if she wished to turn it into her own, she could. Solay was expecting and waiting for the day that would happen. Her main focus was running her e-commerce shop for her beauty line which continued to be successful and having her products distributed in over seven spas in the major cities of Arizona. She was still doing well and adapted to the new setting although her family was very vocal on this big leap.
Her dad still wasnât vibing with Angel like that after all these years and knew from the jump that he continued to get his daughter into some mess. It really wasnât like that but a father always knows and he had no problem booking flights with his ex wife, Solayâs mother to vacation in this hot ass desert right at their house. Her big sister on the other hand? She made it routine to talk to Solay and her nephew, Xavier almost every day.
In a way having Solayâs family around a few times out of the year kinda made him forget missing his own. Almost. Even when he was got in disagreements with Solayâs opinionated father. He could laugh about it once he dropped them off at the airport and brush off the touch of overbearingness because thatâs just how Solayâs family was.
He was still down to go to the end of the earth with her as he eyed her in a new light now. Part of him expected Solay to just kick him out that night and keep him away from Xavier. Instead he gave her the littlest bit of time to decide, on his terms and even though everything seemed to be moving rapidly to him, he understood that Solay didnât operate like that. Things could be drippy when this type of news was delivered and felt overwhelming. She had to sit with all the information Angel gave her, then analyze it all and take Xavier into account before moving forward.
Maybe this was just what they needed, a change of scenery, away from the Mayans and what that town brought into their lives. It wasnât perfect by any means but life was much more slow-paced now. Initially this is what Solay wanted, a soft girl era but there was always this haunting feeling that shifted from her chest down to her gut.
âDo I?â She asked, snapping out of it.
Angel started tossing a plum up into the air, âdonât know if you notice but you just did it again. Felt like twelve hours later that you answered me.â
âIâm fine.â
âDo you mean it though?â
âWhat?â
âYouâd tell me if something is wrong right? If you donât want to do this anymoreâ
âShush. Itâs not ideal but it works for now.â
Angel dipped his head at this. He was very much aware that Solay could run off into the night if she truly wanted to but she was also invested in beating the odds. She wanted a stable home for their son. It made sense to Angel and knew it didnât to anybody else and sure it was rocky at first with Xavier having trouble adjusting to the new environmentâwhich kicked mama bear Solay in play, who had no issue telling administrators to be more accommodating to those with special needs (there was a serious lack of specific hearing impaired schools in small towns like this and santo padre but at least back home there was one educator that was also an interpreter) âAngel had to hide the chairs letâs just say that and Angel also had no issue telling the kid that picked on Xavy that heâd âfuck him up,â which the kid repeated but his own parents didnât believe that surprisingly.
Probably because the wife and her husband had their eyes on angel. Solay was completely convinced that they were swingers but Angel laughed it off until his ass got squeezed by one of them at a third meeting.
âAlright thenâŠwanna talk about that date with the firefighter?â
Solay scowled, âit wasnât a date.â
âYou went to a cooking class together this time around and a escape room before that, which he had a advantage to considering his job by the way. Iâd say itâs a date, why are you being so weird about it?â Angelâs tossing the fruit up in the air but frowning over at the woman.
Solay scratches at her scalp above her scarf in irritation before moving to leave the kitchen and entered the living room thatâs right next to it, âiâm not being weird about it. I just donât think I need to talk to you about it.â
âWhy not? Iâm not feelinâ no type of way about it if thatâs what youâre thinking. are we not besties now?â Angel followed after Solay who flicked the reruns of a talk-show off.
Solay scoffed as she looked over at angel in disbelief, âweâre roomies at best.â
âExactly, besties.â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night.â
âI think it would help Edgar sleep better at night if you just admit yall are going on dates.â Angel teased as he leaned towards Solay who gave him the hand on her way by.
âThatâs not even his name!â
Angel called out to her, âI know it starts with an E though. I gotta be close.â
âEddie.â Solay told him, âShort for Edmundo and thatâs all Iâm gonna say about him to you.â
âEdmundo? Awl shit, you got a type!â
âShut the hellâIâm gonna tend to the kids.â
âYeah uh huh, you can get away from this conversation now but Iâll just ease drop some more when youâre gossiping about âim when youâre on the phone with big sis.â Angel commented as Solay rolled her eyes and made her exit.
If you asked solay she would say Angelâs the one being weird about this. Itâs been two years since they left and Angel was keen on seeing solay get back out there and find her perfect match or whatever. He seemed to be more for it than Solay herself. She wasnât really searching when Eddie came along in a bar (with a few others) she was having dinner solo in and she definitely brought it up to their therapist, who said it was Angelâs way of trying to make up for the unhappiness he brought her.
Still that was more weird than them living in a house together raising their sons in Solayâs eyes. A more normal reaction would be Angel grilling the casual dates Solay went on but now he was ready to hear how it was going and when he would meet them. Solayâs only been on two dates with Eddie and he was a complete gentleman, had a excellent job, a bit dorky and nervous? which gave Solay the indication that he did like her a little bit when he stumbled over his words asking her out for the first time but knew how to keep a conversation going, it was easy flowing. Almost too easy and Solay wasnât used to easy.
At all.
Sheâs helping an annoyed Xavier with a Luke-temp bath, putting her thoughts on mute after hearing Angel tend to Maverick in Xavierâs room, coming up with all sorts of sound effects as if they were pilots (she thinks) since Maverick seemed to enjoy airplanes.
âMom,â Xavier gets Solayâs attention again, sticking his finger into her nostril.
She flinched back making the boy laugh in her expense while she shook her head at him with a disapproving smile. Heâs pointing behind her at the counter and Solay turns as she sits on the closed lid, reaching for her vibrating phone, which shows its her old employee calling her.
âHey Idil, I know youâre not working on the holiday?â Solay greets after putting the call on speaker.
Thereâs loud shuffling on the line, which makes solay furrow her brows a bit as she turns back to the phone, âIdil?â
âSup, so. You miss me?â
Solay pauses as she picks up on the familiar voice, ââŠCaneâŠwhatâre you doing?â
âBusiness. Thatâs all Iâm good for right?â
Things didnât end the best with Cane as to be expected when Solay told him what she planned on doing. Which included putting the house on the market, packing up half of her things, having some of it shipped out, leaving a small portion to sell with the house, discussing the way her business would be ran in Idilâs hands abruptly, and most importantly leaving Cane behind. She learned all about him showing up to Angelâs house with his little brother Dru, threatening him to stay away from Solay and to see how they can get in on Ezâs supply of heroin to move a percentage of the product in New York. Cane heard about the new president from word of mouth on the streets but he was the first to actually take the trip and do something about it.
Solay came into sight and he got a little distracted but when cane learned her background, he was close enough to get that connect but he also found fun in getting on Angelâs nerves. Which left Solay to question if any of it was real, she was tired of men taking for her weak when she opened up her heart to them which is why she was a little emotionally cut offâso she thought but she was always passionate or sensitiveâdepends who you ask.
âWhat do you want?â
Cane huffed, âhow you know I ainât just supporting a black owned business? What if I want to keep my skin looking like a Hersheyâs kiss?â
âI donât have time for this.â
âYeah but you had enough time to fuck off with Antonio banderas and kick me to the curb though.â
âYou sound pressed.â
âNah, I handle shit.â
âAnd what do you mean by that?â Solayâs eyes were in slits now, âyou know what? Donât answer that. I donât want anything else to do with your bullshit.â
âWhy not? We had a good time together donât you think?â
âIâd Rather not reminisce about the past.â
âSee, I find that hard to believe. You in that clay box ass house with a nobody raising his kids, one of those kids thatâs a product of him not being loyal to you. Not loving you. Like you ainât shit to him, he treated you like you were temporary. Which is something I would have never done to you but youâre too blinded by him for whatever reason. Sounds like you ran right back to the past because youâre scared of something real.â
Solay cackles as Cane voices his thoughts to her, like he just read her. âScared, maybe? Real? Thatâs unlikely with you. You didnât step into what we had as a forever type of thing, it was all lies on your part too. All the red flags were right in front of my face and I donât know how you donât get that youâre no better, Cane. I know one things for sure, I wasnât ever afraid to lose you, so stay the fuck off my line.â
With that she ended the call and only imagined he was probably screwing somebody in the shop now if he wasnât running product through it. Idil couldnât be that fooled or backstabbing right? She knew how cane operated and itâs been silent for two years now, not hearing from him and her accepting that most of it was probably not genuine was just Cane trying to get ahead.
Solay was over these men trying to get the best of her when she felt like didnât deserve this. She was knocked off her path moving to Arizona but perhaps this was part of her healing. At least thatâs one way she tried to look at it, putting boundaries up and vowing that she didnât see being in a romantic relationship again with Angel Reyes. What she saw was: she needed to move on from all the hurt, find happiness behind the success and continue being a good mom to Xavier.
Solay was done with the drama.
âSoso, everything good?â Angel called from behind the door.
Solay had her eyes trained on Xavier, her hand resting on his coarse damp hair. She calls back out to Angel, âyup, all good. Hey, what do you think about taking the RV out for a ride a little later? Go sight seeing.â
âFucken finally!â Angel cheered from behind the door while a small smile appeared on her lips, âIâm driving though.â
Thatâs right, Angel made the purchase of a RV for the hell of it last summer while Solay looked at it as a possible exit plan. Did Angel know that? No but she planned on telling him at some point. Did she need to jump ship just yet now that itâs been brought to her attention that cane was still keeping tabs on her? Maybe so but for now she just wanted to enjoy this holiday.
Sheâs on autopilot as sheâs getting Xavier dressed into some lounge clothes that would be suitable for their outing later. After finishing twirling his coils, she sends him off to run to where Maverick and Angel are horsing aroundâeasily joining in on their fun. Solay stands in the doorway, arms lightly folded as she watches them bond with each other, like a family should.
This time it felt like it was time to stop catering to everyone elseâs needs always first yet that could be dangerous if you didnât have balance but Solay was ready for something more. No one was going to get in the way of that, she vowed. She deserved to have genuine joy that didnât end with her crying herself to sleep at night. That didnât mean to find that in someone else because youâll be dependent on that person always and thatâs not something she wanted to do anymore, be dependent on anyone else for love, this she learned in therapy but that didnât mean she couldnât enjoy the company of a certain firefighter if she got out of her own way.
She should text Eddie back.
A lot can happen in two years and her attitude shifted being in the same space as Angel again. It wasnât necessarily intentional in the beginning itâs just that it was always something with him. Now it didnât feel like she was simply tolerating him anymore, no it wasnât all sparkles and sunshine either in this present time but the bad moods stopped being constant. Solayâs mind was always on the move and being someplace else away from her main family, gave her the chance to really sit with her emotions and that brought up a lot some days.
She had to learn that her life wasnât some play in a dream land or that she was out in the audience watching, like this was euphoria or anything along those lines.
This was actually her life and as she watched a tatted shirtless Angel settle into his newfound life with his boys, warm smiles and head thrown back while he silently laughed as he interacted with both boys in harmony, Solay let a smile of her own split onto her face.
Itâs after 3PM when the family of four make their way out into the Arizonan heat thatâs good at sending people to do a quick face plant. Solayâs checked the weather every hour before they deemed that now was a good time to go out, the temperature only went down four degrees which absolutely didnât feel like much as she held Maverickâs little hand and Angel led the way while Xavier ran from his side and up ahead.
Forgetting something in the house, she tells Angel as heâs standing at the dining table inside the cool RV while the boys sit side by side.
âCâmon so!â Angel groaned, âWeâre just going on a thirty minute drive and coming straight back, you tryinâ to take the whole house?â
Solay raises a finger in the air as sheâs going down the steps, âbetter to be prepared than not to be if we get stranded.â
âDonât put that kinda energy out there, cariño.â
âIâm just saying.â
âYouâre starting to sound like your mother.â
âRun that by me again?â
âNothing. Go head.â Angel fanned his ring covered hand at the arched brow Solay sent his way.
He then snickered down at the boys who watched their interaction as he spoke and signed, âJoking,â to Xavier and Maverick.
The heat blew across her skin as she peered down at her phone, house keys swinging on her finger until she stopped in her tracks, looking up and over at the two young figures standing before her.
âYou must be Tariq andâŠâ
âOh, Iâm Brayden!â The blond boy on his right beamed with a hand pressed to his chest in greeting, making the taller of the two cut his eyes at him.
Brayden shrugged innocently at the look Tariq sent him while Solay let out a sigh and placed her phone into the back pocket of her Jean skirt.
âYou donât seem surprised to see us.â Tariq noted while Solay held out her hands.
âNot really, when you get older itâs always something. SoâŠwhatâs the plan here boys?â Solay moved her hand to press against her forehead, blocking out the scorching sunrays.
The two share a look with each other while Solay awaited for them to spit it out. They were here for a reason and Solay was open to hearing them out since they came all this way after all but itâs not like she wanted to be wrapped up in their bullshit either.
They just met and she really owed them nothing.
âDo you know a Don? Don Carter.â Tariq starts and he picks up on the expression on Solayâs face.
She doesnât say anything but Tariq picked up the expression on her face much faster than Brayden could register it.
âHeâs this detective whoâs wife got killed years ago and he was never able to solve the case. We have proof that shows Cane pulled the trigger that killed her and we need your help to get him out the way or else our asses are done for.â Brayden added.
Solay answered, âDetective Don Carter is my cousin.â
âI knew it.â Tariq smiled as if this solved his problem, âif we hand him the truth and you lure Cane back here, we can either take him out or Don can do whatever he needs to: throw his ass in jail or take him out himself. Whoever gets to him first besides you.â
Brayden brushed off his shoulders before the teens gave each other dap, âYeah, team work baby!â
Solay shushed them, making the smiles wipe right off their faces, âwhat makes you think I want to be involved with Cane again? Iâve moved on, whatever else heâs got going on doesnât have a thing to do with me if you havenât noticed.â
âThatâs not true though,â Tariq frowned, âyou know heâs obsessed with you more than heâs on my shit and thatâs saying a lot. Heâs gonna disrupt whatever you got going on until he wins.â
âWhat exactly does he think heâs going to win?â Solay thought to herself as she tilts her head to the side at the teenâs words, Tariq would know that side of Cane since thatâs not the side she got to see but he did fool her before.
âSo the plan is: you want me to trap him for your sake? Which again, doesnât have anything to do with me.â
âYours too. He did you dirty, right? Arenât you sick of him because I sure am.â Brayden asks, making Solay cross her arms.
âThatâs my cousinâs business not mine.â Solay almost sasses, âIâm on a clean slate this time, Iâm just trying to be a mother and be a legal business owner, no more dealing with men that have bad shit attached to them. take that shit to Don and leave me out of it. I heard he moved out to New york.â
âWellâŠâ Brayden sucks air between his teeth with a wince.
Tariq states, âwe canât go back to the city just yet.â
âWhy not?â
âCaneâs stupid ass, the rest of the tejadaâs, and Effie set me up thatâs why!â Tariq was heated, rightfully so.
âI tried to take him out but I guess that wasnât enough to be fatal,â Brayden is apologetic but Tariq just dips his head in thanks, a silent understanding passing between the two boys.
âWaitâŠyou shot Cane? He just calledânope.â Solay begins walking by the boys, done with the conversation while shuffling her keys as she heads back to the house, kicking up dirt while she went.
The boys were pleading as they followed after the older woman but she was not trying to hear anymore.
âHey!â Angel called out to the trio, making both Tariq and Brayden whip around to face the mustache wearing man who stood on the steps of the RV, shotgun aimed right in their direction.
âShit, shit! Donât shoot us man, we really come in peace!â
âShut up, Brayden.â
âAngel,â Solay calls from the path of the doorway and gives him a shake of her head to tell him not to pull that trigger.
Solay takes her eyes off Angel and says to the boys, âwait here, preferably away from my ex-husbandâs eyesight.â
âNo problem! You got it!â Brayden disappears, hiding behind the southwest exterior while Tariq holds Angelâs stare who turns them into slits, âwhatâre you doing, riq? Didnât you say heâs in a motorcycle club? those motherfuckers get rowdy.â
âNah, he was. Then he disappeared. He might be our answer too.â
The door slams shut behind them, making the teens turn back to Solay whoâs locking up the home while carrying what appears to be a trinket box. She meets their stare as she steps down onto the dirt and nods her head, âfollow me.â
âNot if youâre gonna have that guy kill us!â
âNobodyâs dying,â Solay says over her shoulder as she leads the way back to Angel, âmy kids are inside the RV.â
Brayden letâs out a whistle of relief as Solay steps up to Angel, reaching up to lower the gun down, her eyes saying something which gets him to put the safety on lock.
âThis is Tariq and Brayden,â Solay letâs Angel know as they make their way into the RV, making the man let out a groan of annoyance.
âOur kids are here and itâs a holiday, why are you two pulling up now?â
Tariq presses his elbows into his knees after taking a seat on the couch parallel to where the two kids sit, âTo get rid of your remaining problem: Cane Tejada.â
âOhâŠthe fucken bed bug.â Angel rubs at his face in irritation while Brayden snorts at the insult.
Solay cut her eyes at him, motioning to their kids, leaving the man to hold his hands up in surrender and then sticks his tongue out at Maverick who looks his way. Solay places the headphones onto the toddlerâs ears and gently rubs Xavierâs shoulders, although heâs too involved in his tablet to care about the new guests.
Tariq and Brayden give the same rundown they just gave Solay and Angel listens carefully. He rubs at his face in thought over this, on one instance this could go in their favor but on the other hand it could also go very wrong. It became knowledge to Angel that Cane was still keeping tabs on them and that didnât sit right with him. This means they never knew what he would do or when he would do it, he was always unpredictable like that and the last thing Angel wanted was Cane messing up what he and Solay came so far to have together.
This was the first time Angel got to really start over and he knew from the beginning that Cane was not the one for Solay. Standing here now just proves that.
âWe know a guy that can probably help you guys more than we can,â Angel says after a moment, his eyes meeting Solayâs as she nods her head also thinking the same thing.
Solay doesnât say more as Angel moves to the driver seat, leaving her to tap and motion for Xavier to slide over before she reaches over to hold Maverick in the safety of her arms.
Braydenâs more antsy than Tariq is, who seems to have this calm but cautious demeanor analyzing everything around them just in case they needed to flee from the RV. His guard was secretly up but he did his research, he found out what Caneâs plan was coming out to California but wouldnât realize how this would backfire on him.
Tariq didnât care to know the full details on Caneâs fraudulent relationship with the braided woman but he could see the appeal in Solay. With the way she moved on her own, with Angel and interacted with the kids, there was power in her soothing aura. Tariq could tell that she was over it though and that sheâs also been through some shit but if she wanted to fully dead the situation, she would even if that meant she didnât have to get her hands dirty herself.
The drive from the desert into the Mountain View and ramps was not what Tariq was really used to on a daily but the ride was long enough. Angelâs soon pulling up on the side of the road before shutting the engine off.
âWeâre here,â Angel says through the rear view mirror before unbuckling his seatbelt.
Solay looks in his direction before turning to the two boys, âbefore you ask, thereâs a pay phone up ahead and youâre going to take this number and let him know that Majesty and Sunny sent you.â
Tariq takes the slip of paper from Solay who rocks Maverick on her lap, âHow do we know youâre not setting us up?â
âYou donât.â Angel calls out while Solay blinks.
She shrugs, âthatâs not the life we live anymore but if itâs to get the bad off our backsâŠhopefully this will be worth it.â
âAre you sure this guy will help us?â
âHis ass is always into something despite the fact that he should be dead with the rest but I know heâs been itching to get into it. To get his hands on something againâŠheâs a dumbass just like you two.â Angel fills the two in while they share a look, unsure but knew they didnât have much else to lose.
They didnât have many on their side right now.
Solay chipped in as she rests her chin on top of Mavyâs dark hair, âAnd just like you used to be.â
âThatâs before I became a dad.â
Solay hummed in disbelief.
âAlright before i became a better one!â
Tariq got to his feet now while the pair smiled at each other from across the vehicle, âaight thanks for looking out.â
âSureâŠbut promise me this will be the last time we see you.â
Brayden glanced at Tariq who stood by the stairs, âas long as this guy comes through.â
Solay tunes that response out.
âUh wait, how do we know itâs him?â Brayden asks as Tariq heads towards the door but also pauses on the last step.
ââŠhe goes by Guero.â Angel says as Tariq repeats the name with a nod of his head before pushing the door open.
Once both boys are off the RV and shut the door closed, Angel starts the engine again and pulls off leaving the boys behind to their own disarray.
Solay turns with one arm to pull Xavier to rest against her chest, her attention turning to the blur of trees lingering in the now partly cloudy sky, lost in the silence that she welcomes again while Angel briefly glances at the sight of her in the rear view, just wondering whatâs going on inside of that head of herâs.
He hoped it was tranquility just like he was searching for within himself.
à© âââ⯠. . . *à© âââ⯠. . . *à© âââ⯠. . . *
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make luv.
pairing: tariq st. patrick x black!fem!oc summary: he has to remind her of the love he has for her. warning: 18+ smut. (canât believe I did that). loss of virginity. language. cute fluff.
âItâs not a game, baby. Iâm on you for real.â
She found him hard to believe. He was a lot like his fatherâin ways both good and bad. She knew the reputation he had of juggling different women for his own gain, just like his father. She regretted throwing it in his face during an argument, but her points were valid. She was scared to be juggled and dropped without a care.
âSay that to the women who are ready to drop their draws when you walk in the room.â She saw the irritation etch into his features at her statement. It wasnât her intention to get him riled up, but it was the reality of their situation. He had girls wrapped around his finger and seemingly couldnât shake them off no matter how he tried.
Tariq shrugged. âThey not relevant. Theyâve been cut off for a minute now. I donât want them, I want you, and I swear on everything, this shit between us isnât for show, itâs not fake. I only want to be your man, for real.â
She felt his strong arm wrap around her waist. The metal band of his watch cooled her warm skin and she shuddered lightly. His fingers trailed over her backside, gripping softly. She melted into his touch. Seductive old school music helped mold the mood he intended to create.
âI need you to understand something,â his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. They traveled down to her neck, his tongue massaging the sweetest part of her skin. Her eyelids fluttered. âYou listeninâ?â She hummed lowly.
âStop worryinâ about other women when Iâm not worried about them.â Her skimpy shorts were tugged on by his thumbs, yet his hand made no entry into them. âStop worryinâ if what I feel for you is real or not âcause it is. Stop worryinâ if Iâm fuckinâ another woman âcause Iâm not. Itâs all about you.â
Her left breast was stroked by his fingers. She whimpered. âIâm not checkinâ for anybody but you. You understand me?â No words. Just breathless pants and moans, small whimpers of his name. He pinched her nipple and her jaw fell slack.
âYes, babyâŠâ
He led her to his bed, her back against the freshly washed linens. The kiss they shared was far from the ones theyâd previously shared. It wasnât hot and fervent like a wildfire. No clashing teeth and battling tongues; it was gentle, passionate, and full of adoration.
Tariq nudged her thighs open with his knee and was pleased when they lazily feel open to make room for his body. Their hands roamed each otherâs bodies like it was foreign territoryâand it was. Theyâd never had sex, and theyâd come close, but it manifested from lust and tension. This time, everything was slowed, calculated, and purposeful.
âCan I?â Tariq tugged at her clothing. She nodded with a soft smile and allowed for him to rid her of his shirt and her little shorts. He found himself in awe of her, as if he hadnât seen her in such a vulnerable state many times. Still, he reacted all the same. From the beauty marks that decorated her face to the roundness of her stomach and the plushness of her thighs. He eyed the golden anklet wrapped around her ankle and smirked.
His lips trailed down her body slowly. No shudder or shake went unnoticed. She sighed softly. Her hand took purchase on his head, where she nudged him toward the love between her legs. Theyâd only gotten to that point few times before, and heâd been itching to please her again. It was no better time.
He rested her legs over his shoulder, nibbling at the insides of her thighs. They began to stutter to a close at the sensation of his teeth grazing her skin. He held her legs open.
He caught her eyes for a moment. They were filled with desire, desire solely for him. Tariq hummed in satisfaction and used his dominant hand to caress her heat. Her hips jerked at the sensation and a gasp fell from her lips. âKeep quiet,â was all he said before his tongue found her bundle of nerves.
âBabyâŠâ she whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. She couldnât give a damn about his expectation for her volume. He would know how he made her feel. His name came from her like a prayer as she pressed his face further into her sex.
He soon added two fingers to increase her pleasure. Her back arched toward the ceiling. Her plush thighs began to tighten around his head and she pushed his head away but he wouldnât budge. Forcing her legs open, Tariq licked and sucked along the treasure between her legs. Her songs were music to his ears and made his insides dance.
He got lost in providing her pleasure that he didnât realize how her body shook, how her soft moans turned into high pitched screams, and how her fingers dug into the side of his neck.
Her body stilled and an elongated moan came from her. His eyes were trained on her as she came from her intense release. She whimpered at the removal of his fingers from her, and welcomed his body on hers when he crawled between her legs.
âYou okay?â Tariq nipped at her lips and neck.
She nodded. âMhm. Now I just want you to make love to me.â His eyes snapped up and met hers.
âYou say that now, but will you be cool with that decision tomorrow?â The last thing he wanted was for her to say something in the heat of the moment then regret it later. It would hurt him just as much as it would hurt her, if not more. He wouldnât regret a thing.
She said nothing verbally. But her hands trailed up his physique and she pulled his wife beater over his head. Her manicured fingers crept down the planes of his stomach into the waistband of his sweatpants. Tariqâs breath hitched when she palmed him. His face rested in her neck as she continued to stroke him. Her hips jerked at every low whisper of her name into her ear.
âFuck me like you love me, Tariq. Do you?â
âI doâŠâ Slowly, he pulled away from her to rid them both of the remaining of their clothing. He leaned over to dig into his dresser for a foil and tore it open with his teeth. She lay comfortably beneath him, anticipating a feeling sheâd never felt before. âYou sure?â
She nodded. âIâm sure.â
Slowly, he pushed into her. A low wince came from her. Her hands flew to his shoulders and her nails dug into them as he continued to move. Tariq kissed along her lips, face, and neck, whispering sweet nothings to redirect her focus from the stinging between her legs.
âFuckâŠâ he muttered once she got comfortable and encouraged him to move. His grip on her waist was firm; sheâd have crescent moons in the morning. âDamn.â She was fluttering around him and he was weak in the knees.
âYou feel so good,â she whispered into his neck. She littered kisses that would result in bruises in the morning. She felt him losing control. The way his arms shook, how his strokes began to get sloppy and sporadic, he was close. And so was she. Her body became warm, her legs felt tight, and a pressure in her stomach bubbled by the second.
âThis mine, baby?â He thrust into her with an unfamiliar force. Her hands clawed at the sheets beside her and her head rolled from side to side. It was too much. She couldnât make out coherent sentences, so she nodded to the best of her ability. âAll yours.â Her hand came to his stomach to push him away and he moved it, intertwining their fingers next to her head.
âTariq!â she squealed. âuh, right there, baby.â A grunt came from him and he used his thumb to stroke her bundle of nerves. The act alone sent her into a new realm. Sheâd never felt a pleasure like that before. So much love and adoration shown in an act she was grateful she waited on.
Tariq prepared to pull out, but she locked her legs around his hips and captured his lips with hers with a whine. A breathless chuckle fell from his lips in response to her action. Their mouths moved together like perfectly partnered dancers, in sync and never out of it. Just as quickly as she came, he did too , her name sung like an old hymn. Her hands massaged his back to calm him.
They stayed connected for a few moments, eyeing each other like the lovesick teenagers they were. Her thumb drummed down his full lips, which captured it teasingly. She couldnât help but giggle to herself as she caressed his face with a trembling hand.
âLemme get you cleaned up, mama.â
[âŠ]
The shower they shared was filled with teasing touches, intoxicating kisses, and loving stares. She understood why people got so attached after making love to their favorite person. She couldnât have seen herself sharing her first time with anyone else.
âDid you not get enough?â she laughed as she brushed her teeth. He was behind her, brushing his own, but not without caressing her towel-covered body.
âNever gonâ get enough of you.â
[âŠ]
âYou feelinâ okay?â he asked her. There was a hint of nervousness in his tone that she picked up on immediately. She lifted her head from his chest and smiled with a nod.
âI feel great.â
âAnd you know I love you right?â he said, budging her side. She laughed and nodded again. âJust makinâ sure. You seem to forget.â
She kissed his cheek softly. âI love you, too.â
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