“Bet.”
I remained leaned on the counter and nodded my head before leaning up and heading toward the door. Bando stood up and started to walk toward me. “Bed, now!”
“So, my son can’t say bye to his father now?”
Zoya looked at me like I was crazy. “Leave, now.”
I turned and headed toward the door with her right behind me. She held the door all the way open and watched me. Pulling my key fob from my sweats, I scanned it on the door across the hall.
“I’ll be back to walk my son around five.” I opened the door to my condo, and the look on her face was one of pure shock.
"What h?—"
“Aye, bring a nigga to that door and I’m blowing this whole floor down… feel me? Ain’t no fucking leaving me, Zoya.”
“I’m not even with you!” she hollered, frustrated because she couldn’t have the satisfaction of me walking down to the elevator while she watched me.
After I convinced her ass to move out her new house, she decided to move into Don’s building. As much as I wanted to be everywhere she was, the reality was that I couldn’t be there.
Knowing she was secure in this building with her brother on the top floor put my mind at ease. When I came to handle somebusiness with Don, he told me about the condo that was for sale across from Zoya’s.
Said that he was gonna purchase it and knock out the wall to hers and expand it for her. I told his ass he wouldn’t do no such shit, because I was buying that bitch. Our bedrooms were wall to wall, so I could lay down and sleep knowing that her ass was over there alone.
Expensive ass condo set me back some, but money was straight. My family was taken care of, and I wasn’t the kind of nigga that splurged on much. I was a simple man and could get by with what I had.
That’s the reason I was sleeping in the spare room in my mom’s apartment. Just because I had the money, didn’t make me feel the need to go crazy with it. I was pursuing a woman who was used to the finer things in life, and her brothers made sure of that. As much as Kora and Zoya worked hard and had careers of their own, Menace made sure his sisters were taken care of.
That was why he didn’t want anybody with them. They were used to a certain kind of man, and while I came from the hood and grew up with a single mother teetering on the line of public assistance, I knew I was the kind of man that Zoya needed in her life. This money I was stacking was for her, and her only.
I wanted her to spend my money like it was running away from her. Spoil her because that shit hit different when it came from a nigga that was filling you up with dick. Filling her pockets and womb was my only agenda.
If Allah granted it, then we would have a beautiful home with my moms living with us. Helping us to raise our kids, while she continued to break necks in the courtroom. I never wanted to change the woman that she was.
Just heal her.
CHAPTER 6
ZOYA
Past
15 years old.
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I winced, sucking in my breath when I felt him enter me. I knew it would hurt because I had listened to all my friends talking about it.
They bragged about their virginity being taken and how they all felt so older and like women. How it would eventually stop hurting and I would enjoy the sensation of sex like they all did. Every single one of them had lost their virginity and then there was me.
Zoya Caselli, who was still a virgin.
Peer pressure was a bitch.
He sloppily kissed my neck while he continued to push forward, and I squeezed my eyes closed, feeling like my insideswere burning and being ripped open at the same time. The friction from the rubber didn’t make the sensation any better.
The bed creaked, which happened to be the bottom of a bunk bed. His kisses distracted me because his breath smelled like cigarettes and sour cream and onion chips. Holding my breath, I positioned myself, hoping that the pain would stop.
It never did.
