Chapter 15

Just as things in my life were becoming normal, my dark past returned full throttle, threatening to destroy the joys of life as I knew it. My iPhone began ringing, breaking my train of thought. I answered on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“What you doing, boo?” my baby Markita asked.

“In the city, selling a few books. ‘Sup with you?” I lied, not wanting to tell Markita what had really happened. Markita would go crazy with her overprotective ass. I still had to come up with a good way to tell her what I was about to publish Zetta’s novel and how we’d be working together from time to time. Pray for me, America!

“Nothing, I’m about to cook dinner for you and your bad-ass son. What you want to eat?”

“Make me some spaghetti and some of that banging-ass garlic bread off the butter sauce you be making,” I told her.

“What time you coming home?” she asked and then added, “You know you have to go to work tonight. Kisha already called here and said she needs you tonight.”  

“Why she couldn’t call me and tell me that shit?”

“Don’t start, Melo…do not start,” she said, checking me on a motherly tone. “You know that girl always calls me about you and our club just in case you forgot. We are partners in that.” She smacked her lips loudly, getting real ghetto on me.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ll be home soon as I can get my car out of this traffic jam,” I said, hearing my son in the background raising ruckus about something, but I couldn’t make out what he was crying about. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He wants his da-da,” she said, laughing.

“Tell him I’m on my way right now.”

“You tell him when you get here.”

“A’ight, smart ass, keep it up, hear? I’ma punish your ass.”

“And how you going to punish me?”

“I ain’t gon’ give you no dick for a month straight.”

“And watch me fuck you up and take it,” she retorted in a playful manner.

“Yeah, a’ight, I’m gone. I love you.”

“I love you more,” she said and then ended the call.

For the next thirty minutes or so, I waited patiently until the police gave me clearance to move my car. I drove straight home, smoking two spliffs on the way, trying to use the exotic herb to help me figure out my next move.

I knew I caught a helluva break already because the detective let me walk. Why didn’t he just lock me up and throw away the key? I mean, he had me toe-tagged and body bagged with ease. I sat in my car for a minute pondering that and enjoying the ride  the exotic hydro had me on. A voice in my head began screaming, “Fuck the police!”

That’s when I knew I couldn’t let that cop live after he let me walk away with my freedom. I began plotting out the detective’s murder as I walked inside my home and ate dinner with my family.

When we finished eating, I picked up my son, threw him on the couch, and began rough-housing with him.

“Melo, you bet’ not hurt my baby!” Markita warned as I tickled Ray-Nathan into a laughing fit.

“Shut up, woman, ain’t nobody hurting him!” I grinned, looking down at my giggling son. “Ain’t that right, Ray-Ray?” I tickled him some more. “You having fun, ain’t you?” I tickled him, making him laugh his little heart out, which brought me peace and made me forget all about the day’s drama.

After running around and playing with my son until he fell asleep in my arms, I picked him up and took him to his bedroom. After kissing him on the forehead and tucking him in, I headed to my bedroom and found Markita lying on the bed already naked and waiting on me with her legs wide open with a huge smile on her face.

I ran over and dove on the king-sized bed, making her laugh. I kissed her all over her face as she reached for my crotch, fumbling to pull down my zipper.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” I said. Markita freed my dick and stroked it a few times until it grew harder and harder in her small hand.

“Actions speak louder than words,” she replied, squeezing my rock-hard love pole until it hurt.

I grunted in delight as she slid my boner straight inside her wet pussy and took me on a very enjoyable ride. We reached Heaven on Earth, exploding together in a memorable climax. Markita and my son were my heart and exactly what I needed in life.

I’d be a damn fool to let one cop - or anybody else, for that matter - interfere with our plans of getting married, raising our son, and living happily ever after.