Chapter Six

Love Me Or Leave Me

Melquan stared up and down the relatively quiet streets of Co-op city. It was minutes after the witching hour. At this time of the night the working class neighborhood was preparing for tomorrow’s work and school day. With the exception of an occasional empty MTA bus, a passing car going by from time to time, nothing else seemed to move. Finally after thirty minutes of waiting and thinking, Melquan waved down a passing gypsy cab. He hopped into the backseat and slammed the door shut.

Before the cab driver could get the destination, he had already put the car in motion. It’s unlikely he would have done so if he knew his passengers destination.

“Edenwald Projects,” Melquan said.

“Huh, where…?” the cabbie asked.

“I said Edenwald!” Melquan shouted.

“I’ll take you to east 229^th street only. I no going up inside the projects this time of night…”

It sounded like the cab driver was asking Melquan a question. Melquan stared at the cabbie’s face in disbelief.

“What…?”

“They crazy up there man. You have a lot of shootin’ and robbin’ going on in there. I don’t want no parts of it. You know…. So that’s as far as I go. Take it or leave it.”

“You a scary dude… A’ight whateva, man, fuck it… Drop me at 229^th street then… ”

Staring aimlessly out the cab window, Melquan thoughts drifted silently with the ride. The incident resulting into the argument was fresh on his mind. The more it replayed over and over again the worse he felt. The feeling that he had let India down overwhelmed him. He tried to take stock of it and realize what exactly went wrong. This only served to frustrate him even further. He needed something to ease his mind. Melquan ordered the cabdriver to drop him off on the Ave.

When he reached his destination, Melquan paid the cabdriver and walked a few feet to the liquor store at 226^th Street. He purchased two bottles of Hennessy. He walked across the street to the projects and knocked on Precious’ door. He immediately knew that her grandmother wasn’t home from the way she grinned when she flung the door open.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” she smiled, greeting him at the door.

“Please, not now,” Melquan said in protest. “I ain’t in da mood fa no smart ass mouth.”

“Okay, well please excuse the shit outta me.”

Melquan didn’t say much of anything about his reasons for this unannounced visit. He just drank, shot after shot of Hennessy, under the suspicious eye of Precious. Soon she joined in a game of who can drink the fastest and the most.

Each shot of liquor seemed to fade Melquan’s ill-feelings. It was time for some good fuck. Melquan wanted to get busy with some raw sex. There would be no gentleness or tenderness in his strokes tonight. He felt like bringing the pain.

Precious didn’t know Melquan reasons for coming to her apartment that night. It really didn’t matter. Who was she to care? Ideas floated in her. She never expressed them and they stayed there. Before Melquan even touched her breast, Precious was sure what would come next. This episode would lead to the same place where dozens of others had led, her bed. In a flash they were panting, naked and cuddling in her queen sized.

Precious’excited body was receptive to Melquan’s every touch. Her flesh tingling, she fervently went along with the program. Precious attempted to do what she did best. Roughly grabbing his dick and sucking the tip until he squealed. She covered his lips with her hot mouth, quieting him. She was about to continue her head game, but Melquan pulled her blonde mane back.

“Nah, uh, huh… I want some pussy now,” he demanded. “I wanna blow ya back out, mami.”

Her legs went rubbery with excitement and her body collapsed when he peeled her panties off. Melquan smiled and turned her over doggy style. Precious’ ass cheek jiggled when she assumed the position. Melquan smacked Precious’ ass cheeks hard twice. She wiggled her reddened round butt cheeks in the air, and begged for more. Melquan couldn’t resist. This was a prelude for what was to come.

Melquan shoved his dick deep inside her, fucking her vigorously. Hennessy ran through his veins and his rod had no concscience. He hammered into her gushy pussy.

“Oh yes!” Precious screamed. “Fuck me!”

Melquan didn’t care if Precious’ grandmother was home. He was driving his dick hard into her.

“Oh yes, Mel. It’s all yours. Take it, take it,” she begged. “Oh, oh… oh yeah…!”

Precious was screaming loud enough to wake up the dead. Melquan kept on rapidly beating down the walls of her pussy, digging her back out. In between changing position, Melquans thoughts flipped to India. He plunged his Henny charged dick into Precious moist pussy. His thoughts were jarred by how loud she screamed.

India never ever screamed like this Melquan thought pumping his dick in and out of her. Melquan’s thoughts cleared, he focused on what was in front of him. Tracing his fingers around the circumference of Precious’ round ass, Melquan licked his lips. He spat on the shiny cheeks and rubbed his saliva into the crack of her ass. India would never let him spit on her, she would freak. Precious wiggled her ass and bucked her hips. She wanted him to fuck her harder. This turned him on even more and he fucked harder until he had worked himself into a fucking frenzy.

“Give it to me, gimme all that dick, Mel,” she chanted in wild abandon.

With a hardened Henney dick, Melquan kept stroking until he felt sore. It was near dawn when he was through beating the pussy. They curled up against each other and went to sleep. Melquan was knocked out, sleeping and his cellphone vibrated. Precious undid his leg wrapped over her and went to check the caller ID. W-i-f-e-y, popped up on the screen. Precious jotted down the number real quick and went back to bed.

The cellphone vibrated again. Precious put her head down and watched it. She was tempted to answer it, but held herself in check. She was playing with Melquan’s balls and the cellphone went off again. Precious kept stroking Melquan’s dick with her hand.

“Go to bed, bitch. No need to blow up his cellie. Tonight and forever, this dick be’s mine.”

Back in her Co-Op City apartment, India sat alone in front of her television playing low. Repeatedly, she dialed on her cellphone. India placed the phone to her ear, listening to Melquan’s outgoing message on his voicemail.

You know who you called. Now you know what to do! One!

India had been the woman in Melquan’s life for sometime now, but failed to understand his hood mentality. She tried to work with him, bending her on own strong morals and accepting his street lifestyle, his drug dealing ways. India had opened up her heart and home to Melquan. She hoped that he would change for the better, go back to school. Hopes of changing Melquan and turning him into a workingman was fading fast. She didn’t know how much more time she was willing to invest in him. India had other responsibilities. There was her son Zach, her home and her job.

Melquan came with too much baggage. He was a thug, and a cheater. There was no physical proof of this, just her woman’s intuition. India was building her case against Melquan. She had caught him in several lies already. Soon she would indict him with his own words. She loved him, but was in a no-win situation with Melquan. It seemed like the streets captured his attention more than she ever could.

India’s mind was in a swimming in deep confusion. All the risk she was taking on dealing with Melquan seemed to outweigh the potential reward. Her heart craved what she wanted. There was anger fueling her obsession. Even distorted, love still coursed through her veins. India hit the redialed again.