CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Ryan

“I Love You So Relax.”

 

Ryan brought the last piece of chicken over to E.M.’s plate in her house. He couldn’t fry like her but he was pulling stunts out his trick bag of seduction to get her mind off of the man who was never coming back…Dick. She had taken blow after blow emotionally and her energy was spent but she believed that soon, very soon, things would work out.

“Now I hope you like my work.” He pulled out a chair and sat next to her at the yellow table. “It’s not your cooking but I put a lot of love into it anyway. Even used the secret spices I saw you splash on your batches when you think I’m not looking.” He winked. “The ones you tucked in the back of the cabinet.”

E.M. smiled and looked over at him. “Have I ever told you how I got Pointer? Because I don’t think I did.”

He cleared his throat unsure of where she was going or more importantly if he would give a fuck. “No,” he forked some rice and stuffed his face. “I don’t think so. At least I can’t remember.”

“He was a puppy when I got him. I mean it’s hard to imagine a 120-pound dog as a puppy but he was very tiny.” She giggled. “Anyway when I first got him he fell in love with my boyfriend at the time. Ryan, you couldn’t tear him away from that man if you tried and I tried a lot.” She laughed again. “But no matter what I did the dog would follow him around the house and not me. I tried all I could to persuade him to love me even some things that would be considered cheating but I wanted this dog to notice me.”

Ryan sat back in his seat, crossed his arms over his chest and offered her his undivided.

“I’m talking meat treats in my jean pockets. Five minute belly rubs and more but nothing worked.” She placed a soft fist on the table. “He would take the food and when it was gone follow Bowman, my ex, around. It was like he didn’t know I was alive.”

She touched Ryan’s arm.

“But when I stopped trying to convince the dog to love me, when I stopped obsessing over the comparison I was seeing between me and Bowman, I relaxed. And fell into my natural state.” She shook her head and looked out into the kitchen. “The moment I did things worked out and the dog enjoyed being with me. And would come to me, lie down at my feet, whether I had treats or not.”

Ryan sucked his teeth to get a piece of meat from in between them, believing the old bird had gone mad.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” She was referring to his obsession with Wyld and prayed he got the message.

He laughed and sat up. “I think I do, E.M.” He stood up, walked behind her chair and started massaging her shoulders. “I think I know exactly what you’re saying but what I don’t understand is why you beat around the bush?”

She looked up at him. “What…am I saying, Ryan?” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I want to hear the words.”

“You’re saying that you want to fuck with a nigga. That you was feeding me, making me feel comfortable because you wanted some dick.” He smiled. “Normally I don’t fuck old birds but if you would’ve asked I would’ve made an exception.”

“Ryan, I’m not—”

“Don’t fight it,” he said before removing one hand off her shoulder and laying it on her breast, before squeezing her nipple so hard she thought he would plop it off. When she tried to jump up he used the other arm to place her in a firm headlock, one that he tightened the more she moved.

Next he rubbed her thigh with the free hand and snaked it slowly under the baby blue smock dress she wore and into her vagina. “Ryan, please don’t do this.” For the first time in her life she was sincerely scared of him. “I’m begging you.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, E.M. I love you so relax. I just want you to know that soon enough I’ll give you some of this good dick. It could be tonight. But first I’m gonna put you in so much pain that you’ll have to beg me.”

He removed his hand, walked to the side of the table and stole her in the face.

 

The car was filled with white weed clouds as Ryan took puff after puff. People driving by the parked car on the street couldn’t believe the man was so bold as to get high in public. “So how’s Spyrit?” Ryan asked before taking a hard pull. “If I did my job right he would’ve been dead but hey.” He shrugged. “Can’t kill them all.”

“When I catch you I’ma murder you.” Wyld huffed. “I’m not playing. I’ma take your life and I’ma do it slowly, Ryan. I’m talking stab after stab until I fill you with so many holes not an ounce of blood is left.”

Ryan chuckled and rolled his window down, sending grey storm like clouds over his car. “All of this for a little coma? I would hate to see what you would’ve done if I was successful. You probably would’ve plucked a nigga’s toenails off and shit.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? You almost killed him! All I want to know is why didn’t you? Why call the ambulance and then fake like you wanted him dead?”

“Damn, nigga. In the past I couldn’t get you on the phone and now you got all the rap for me in the world. You act like a bitch whose talking my ear off. Don’t worry, we’ll rap about that later but I will say this…you have to divide your time over the next few days. You can’t give it all to Spyrit.”

“Fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Check on E.M. when you get a chance. She finally admitted her feelings for a nigga but when I gave it to her she couldn’t handle the dick. I’ll hit you back later to see how she’s doing.”

Wyld breathed heavily into the phone. “WHERE…IS…SHE?”

“She’s laying on her living room floor full of cum. Don’t worry. You’ll definitely be able to find the old bitch.”

 

 

Tawny walked into the front door and tossed her purse down, her focus on the cell phone in her hand. The music was blasting and she said, “Girl, you better have my money since you made me leave work early to come over here. I was on fries today.” When she bent the corner she was shocked to see the ex-dope boy in her house.

Ryan grinned, sat back in the sofa and crossed his legs, right ankle on top of the left knee. “Glad you could join us. The thing is, we been waiting for hours.”

She looked at Quaykiesha who sat so stiff on the sofa she resembled a statue. “I didn’t know you had company,” she whispered. “Why you ain’t tell me, Quay?”

“Don’t worry about all of that,” Ryan suggested. “Sit next to me for a minute, sexy. I have a couple of questions to ask that only you have the answers to.”

Her eyebrows rose. “About…what?”

“Your crack head cousin. Amelia Rios.” He paused. “Now get the fuck over here. You wasting time.”