Page 22 of Breeze and Melodie

“Baby, did you forget where you from?”

“What does that have to do with anything? I’m from Hyde Park. That’s the good side of the Southside.”

“Good side my ass. Regardless, nobody from Chicago should be scared to pull the trigger. Especially somebody with a slick mouth like yours. You see Raine over there?”

“Don’t think I didn’t hear you try to come for me,” she said before glancing at her best friend’s target, who had hit the bull’s eye almost every time.

“Yeah, but you’re her brother, so it makes sense.”

It had been a week since I’d proposed, and we’d finally made it to the gun range. We paid to have the range to ourselves for two hours because the six of us who owned Black Reign were not only here, but Yvonne, Mari, Harmonee, and Shyne’s sisters joined us as well.

Rocky connected us with someone who could do a private concealed carry class, and we used one of the classrooms at Black Reign since there were so many of us.

We had our first class yesterday, and the second was scheduled for next Sunday.

Shyne, Adan, and Zayn were already licensed to carry but attended to practice and for moral support.

“Did you pay attention while I demonstrated?”

“Yes, but it’s not the same.”

“I know, baby. That’s why I’m right here to guide you. Relax and take a deep breath.”

She did as I asked, and after I positioned her body and hands correctly, she finally pulled the trigger.

“Shit!” she exclaimed with excitement. “That was powerful.”

“I knew you’d like this shit. Let’s get you a few rounds in.”

I’d already shot a few rounds, and it took me damn near thirty minutes to talk the fear out of Melodie once it was her turn. Now that she was finally comfortable shooting, everyone was ready to go.

“Y’all go ahead. I want her to shoot a few more rounds before we leave.”

We said our goodbyes to the group, and I let the person working know that Melodie and I would be a little longer. I continued to guide her, and her form and aim improved with each shot.

“Can we stop now?” she asked in a whiny voice.

“You tired?”

She turned around to face me, and I took the handgun from her, putting the safety on. “No, but I can feel your hard dick against my ass every time you adjust my form, and now my pussy is wet, and I’m horny.”

Her response surprised me, but she wasn’t lying about my dick. It had been hard since the first time she almost nailed the bull’s eye. It took her a minute to get over her fear, but once she did, she was a natural, and that shit turned me the fuck on.

“Word?” She nodded. “I’m not gon’ rub on your pussy because my hands are dirty, but if you turn around and push them leggings down, I’m sure my dick will find his way home.”

“Breeze, I’m not about to?—”

“You should be tired of telling me what you won’t do.”

“But what if that man sees us?”

“I hope he enjoys the show. Turn around and put your hands on that counter.”

She followed my directions, and as soon as her hands were on the counter, I grabbed the waistband of her leggings and pushed them down. She wasn’t wearing any panties, and I couldn’t refrain from smacking her ass . . . hard.

“Ow!”

“Shut that shit up and get ready for this dick.”

I pushed the front of my basketball shorts and underwear down, and my dick popped out. After smacking her ass again, I slightly bent my knees and rubbed my dick up and down her ass crack.

“Toot that ass up, Mel.”

She did, and my dick knew where to go and what to do.

Once I was snugly inside her, I gripped her waist while she continued to hold onto the counter.

While I delivered deep strokes, she matched my energy and threw that ass back.

We climaxed simultaneously in under five minutes, but that shit felt like we’d had hours of foreplay.

“Damn, baby. That pussy was wet and ready, and I hadn’t touched you.”

“I told you I was wet.”

“You sure as fuck didn’t lie. Let’s go home.”

“What’s going on with the house? I thought y’all found the one you wanted,” Shyne asked.

“Someone outbid us by a few grand, and Mel didn’t want to go any higher, so we’re back at square one.”

It had been a busy Tuesday with back-to-back clients. Our mentoring group met every other Tuesday, and Adan and Zayn offered to take the last two boys home because their parents were no shows and weren’t answering their phones.

“There are a few for sale in my neighborhood, but the houses aren’t new construction. The newest one was probably built twenty years ago.”

“I wouldn’t mind it, but I’m not sure how Mel feels. My lease isn’t up for six months, so we’d have time to do some renovations if needed. I’ll talk to her about it tonight and reach out to our realtor tomorrow if she’s cool with going that route.”

“Raine would be ecstatic if y’all lived within walking distance.”

“I’ll use that as one of my bargaining tools. I’m about to head out. You ready?”

“Yeah. Let’s roll.”

He turned off the lights, except the one we left on every night, and I secured the alarm.

Once outside, he locked the door, and we headed to the parking lot.

Before we reached our respective cars, police cars sped into the lot, coming to a screeching halt around our cars, with sirens blaring and lights flashing.

“What the fuck?”

“What the hell?” Shyne questioned.

We stopped walking and stood only a few inches apart. The last thing we needed was for the officers to say we tried to run.

“That’s him. That’s the man who did this to me.”

It only took me half a second to recognize her voice as she pointed in my direction and lied. I had no idea what she claimed I did to her, but I knew it was a lie.

Three officers rushed in my direction, and I instinctively dropped my backpack and put my hands up. Without explaining to me what I was being accused of or reading me my rights, the officers slammed me to the ground, forced my hands behind my back, and put me in cuffs.

“What the fuck is this about?” Shyne asked.

“This ain’t your business,” I heard one of the officers tell him.

“The fuck you mean? You ain’t said shit about why he was thrown to the ground and put in cuffs.”

“If you don’t want to join him, I suggest you back up.”

I was aggressively pulled from the ground and forced to my feet. The officers dragged me to the nearest police car, and before they forced me inside, I got a quick look at Tia. Her face appeared swollen, and the area under her eyes was puffy and bruised.

It looked like someone had beat her ass, and I knew damn well she wasn’t trying to pin that bullshit on me.

However, since I was handcuffed in the back of a squad car, that must’ve been exactly what she’d done.

I released a deep breath to calm my nerves.

I had too much to lose to allow my temper to make this situation any worse than it was.

“I’ll contact our attorney and see what he can find out,” Shyne offered, and I nodded.

The ride to the station was silent, but my mind was racing with thoughts of what my immediate future held.

When we arrived at the station, just like before, the officers were unnecessarily rough.

I wasn’t resisting, so their aggressiveness was uncalled for.

Twenty minutes later, I was in a holding cell and knew I’d end up spending the night here.

I’d been on the straight and narrow for almost three years and hadn’t received so much as a speeding ticket.

It pissed me off that the reason I was sitting in the cell was because of some fake ass accusations.

I’d never put my hands on a woman in a violent manner, but after this stunt, Tia could most definitely be the first.

“Fuck!”