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He did all that shit knowin’ Chivon existed. My daughter.My fuckin’ seed!I reminded my inner fucking monster as I dug into his ass.
Tyreek had this coming. Begged for it. Even as he stopped struggling to get up and his arms and chest went limp beneath my stomps on his face, neck, and chest, I felt his slick hands on my baby’s moms and my fucking child. I’d kill him. No more fucking playing it cool.
I kept firing off on his ass, feeling my dick swell from the smacks I felt against his bloody face on each impact.
Then, out of nowhere, I was swiftly airborne. The realization fucking infuriating me.
“Sin, hol’! It’s me!” Man yelled. “You got it, ock! You got it!”
“Chill, Sin!” I recognized Juggy’s wheeze. “You gon’ kill ‘im!”
That warning in a sickly tone I hated I’d become familiar with from my guy snapped me from my zone. I yanked hard as I could out of Man’s hold.
“Bro! He done!” Man yelled to me.
“He done, boss!” someone else shouted.
“Oh my god! Is he breathing?” I didn’t recognize the voice but saw Sheema waving her arms in the air with tears in her eyes, trying to get me to recognize her innocent attempt to help Tyreek before she reached him. “I just want to make sure he’s alive! Please!” she cried.
My fists were still tight, lungs on fucking fire. I wasn’t done. This nigga and every fucking body else needed to remember my fucking name!
I went over to him again, seeing his body twisted on the ground, his head near the ledge of my covered pool.
“No, Sin!”
“Jas, please!” The nervous cry almost split my fucking ears.
I hawk spit on his fat ass as he lay motionless. When I felt someone grab my arm, I yanked away hard, not wanting to be touched, just wanting the challenge.Who’s next?I had more in me foranyfucking body.
“He down, man!” Man tried to reason with me; I could tell.
Slowly, with burning lungs, I begged the monster in me to ease.
“GET THAT PUSSY THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY NOW!” pushed from the pit of my fucking belly.
“It’s done, Mr. Sinclair,” my security, Joshua, tried assuring me.
That’s when the last of the fog continued clearing from my mind, and the fullness of reality hit first.
“Just go inside. We have it from here, sir.” The other security guard, whose name I couldn’t recall in the moment, was trying to direct me toward the house.
I obeyed and headed to the door.
“Your hands, my G!” Jonathan pushed me toward the sink in my kitchen. He turned on the faucet. “The shit’s prolly gonna hurt, but let that blood wash off.”
“There’s blood all over the floor! Where’s the first aid kit?” Chelsea yelled, and my fucking stomach turned with guilt for her. “Somebody, please find me a first aid kit! I need an antiseptic and antibiotic ointment in case his fists are busted!” She could hardly speak, crying so hard. “Oh my god! Are you cut? I don’t want his blood mixing with yours!”
Her trembling touch on my arms made them vibrate. “Why did you do that!” she didn’t question, she demanded. “You’re…sa—sooo much better than that…than him!” her angry cry shuddering hard as hell. I didn’t want to look at her. “What if you killed him?” Chels sobbed, her head crashing into my shoulder helplessly, body slack against me. “What if Chivon was here? I told you, you’re not over her! You’re out of control…withher!”
When I turned my head away, not wanting to see her like that, Jug limped up to me on the right. His slender body looked weak, strife-filled his eyes. “Just fix the shit with her, bro!”
Samson… The whisper in my ear from within was so gentle yet with a powerful undertone.
Fuck…
ChapterFourteen
Part III
